Infinite Monkeys

This ain't exactly Tom Wolfe versus John Updike and Norman Mailer...

...but I smiled a little at Michael Ian Black's barbs at David Sedaris. A teaser: "At a cocktail party, a bottle of lousy champagne is uncorked. You take a swig, grimace, and say, 'Send this swill back to France where David Sedaris is undoubtedly enjoying a baguette.' (I admit this probably doesn't seem like much of a put down on paper, but if you say the word 'baguette' with a sneer, trust me, this will be devastating.)"

I'm not sure you can say "baguette" with a sneer -- wouldn't it be more of a grimace? -- but then I'm not a powerhouse of contemporary humor like Messrs. Black or Sedaris.

(Black carries on his one-man brawl here. It gets a little tedious. Perhaps Black has more in common with Sedaris than he realizes? I link, you decide...)

(Hat tip: Gawker via Digg.)