I left work late Friday night, feeling the full brunt of a long and brutal week at the office. I felt the need to do something indulgent and selfish to signify the weekend’s arrival. Considering I had cut out all of the wonderful vices for New Year’s, though, I didn’t have many options. As I drove by my usual Borders, I realized I should pick up a copy of Will Leitch’s interview in Penthouse. After all, we’re all so proud our little moptop kid from Illinois is about to splash all over the nation.
Also, with his book tour coming to my town (or as close as he dare approach, I guess), it wouldn’t hurt to have a little more under my belt to rib him about when he arrives. He’ll love it, just like improv comics love the smartass in the crowd that wants to show everyone he’s just as funny as the performers on the stage by shouting the more ridiculous suggestions before each scene. Hell, the bit where I keep interrupting Will’s reading with “Tell the game show story!” and “We want to hear the Kimmel story!” will surely tickle his funny bone.
I had just been in the store earlier that week to pick up research for Monday’s podcast, but I rushed through my purchase. Therefore, I looked forward to poking around for a few minutes again, perhaps taking more time to browse the manga section or see if any of the hardcovers that languished on my Christmas list were on sale. (more…)
