Aisha Tyler
Aisha Tyler
Aisha Tyleris an American talk show host, actress, comedian, author, producer, writer, and director. She is known for portraying Andrea Marino in the first season of Ghost Whisperer, voicing Lana Kane in Archer, and portraying Mother Nature in the Santa Clause film series, as well as recurring roles in CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, Talk Soup, Friends and Criminal Minds. She is a co-host of CBS's The Talk, and the current host of Whose Line is it Anyway?, and has hosted...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionTV Actress
Date of Birth18 September 1970
CitySan Francisco, CA
CountryUnited States of America
I don't believe in superheroes but I love Batman movies. There's a part of every person that is entertained by the idealistic, the fantastic.
When I was young I thought, 'Yeah, people don't see, they're not recognizing how funny I am, and how talented I am'. And the guys that mentored me were like, 'You just have to keep getting up'. And I look back and they were right. They were all right.
Comedy is ugly. It's honest, it's raw.
After going through a lot of procedures and spending a lot of money … the doctor said, ‘Look, based on what we’re seeing here, I just don’t think this is going to happen for you.'
When one is undone—sprawled across the cold tile of a public bathroom in a pool of one’s own vomit, or shivering in the back of a taxi in a pair of urine-soaked skinny jeans with no money for cab fare and a dead cell phone battery—much like a wobbly toddler or an unhinged politician, one immediately looks for someone else to blame. God. Your parents. Ex-girlfriends. Undocumented immigrants. Marvin in Human Resources. China.
I love being married. I love my husband. I think married people always have that thing where they think that the grass is greener on the single side, but all my single friends are like, "Trust me, you don't want to have to actually interact with these people."
I spent most of my seventh grade summer dehydrated, green-tongued, and smelling like a Malaysian whorehouse.
Am I going to complain about being typecast as smart? I don't think so.
I love Toronto. I love it. I love Toronto. I love Canada. I can't wait to get back. Can't wait to have some Timbits.
I love it when I come across a word I don't know. And I would never treat my audience like they weren't smart enough to come along with me.
I visualize myself winning the Olympic Pentathlon, inventing a phone that can be controlled by brain waves, or doing the laundry. I do not actually DO these things, but I see myself doing them, and that is almost MORE satisfying, because I am also lying down.
I have always been a softie, and I fight it with every fiber of my being. Sadly, my being's fibers need to hit the gym.
I'm my own boss and my boss is a total ass.
If you haven't noticed yet, working sucks. Unless you are a racecar driver or an astronaut or Beyonce, working is completely and utterly devoid of awesome. It is hard, it lasts all day, the lighting is generally fluorescent, and, apparently, drinking at your desk is frowned upon. If you ever needed to ruin someone's fun, I mean really poop a party, just move things to the workplace. Fun terminated.