TwoGlasses has a nice post on Garrison Keillor.

Basically Mr. Glasses does not find GK one tiny bit amusing. And I am sympathetic. I remember a long time ago hearing Keillor for the first time on the radio and thinking he was an egregious mix of cornball and sentiment limply lying under a generous dollop of labored whimsy (and your whimsy must never be labored). Man, would I get ticked at people who would imply or flat out state that GK was really good.

But then I started to come around. I started to see that GK was talking about the tiny little burgs that still dot the landscape throughout the country, and was mildly skewering them while at the same time celebrating them. Nostalgia? Sure, but it was a nostalgia that also acknowledged the sometimes hide-bound, often simple-minded way that people in Lake Woebegon and its confreres sometimes dealt with the world. I started to see that he was "OK."

But, then GK went big city. Guy Noir, Cafe boeuf, etc. etc. Plus he's on NPR, and NPR is dead to me now.

However, I actually only brought the whole subject up because I wanted to talk about humor. And, I'm out of time, so come back tomorrow.