Before he was Alan from the Hangover, he was Zach Galifianakis.  The last name is pronounced just how it is spelled: gal-i-fin-ack-is.  For more than a decade he has been the most cutting edge comedian in America. 

I first saw him during a brilliant half-hour comedy central special.  He elegantly played a grand piano and spoke brilliant quips into a microphone.  “I have a black girlfriend,” plays piano for a time, “…and while I don’t want to stereotype, she has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

He ended the special by announcing that all of his ex-girlfriends had formed an acapella group.  Twenty beautiful women in gowns then took the stage to sing “Eternal Flame” while he revealed large sheets of paper written with lines like “I look like Fat Jesus.”

He was given a short-lived VH1 talk show “Late World.”  In one episode he made an actor read the directions on a Bisquik box. 

He currently has a talk show, “Between Two Ferns,” airing only on Funny or Die.  It is the most brilliant thing on the Internet, apart from things on my website. 

So stop calling him “Alan from the Hangover.”  Stop making it cool to not pronounce his last name correctly.  He is Zach Galifianakis.  A national treasure.

PS.  The Hangover sucked.