Summer Fridays

I remember back in the day when the Fridays of summer were meaningless; just another day in a long stretch of free time until school started back up in the fall.

Now a days, a summer Friday rolls around and I am elated. It’s like the beginning of 12 mini Summer vacations.

At least, that’s the kind of crap I tell myself to get through work.

Calling All Comedy Scholars: My girlfriend found this article on the Chicago Reader. They are interviews with some comedy writers who came out of Chicago – people like Bob Odenkirk of Mr Show fame, Robert Smigel of Triumph the Insult Comic Dog and Harold Ramis – and they are really interesting.

Also, Speaking of Scholars: This is why history is great. It appeals to both my inner nerd and my inner perv. Apparently back in the middle ages, they named streets Gropecunt Lane. These were the streets where the prostitutes hung out. Makes sense. Note that they didn’t call them Prostitute Streets or Hooker Road. No, my friends: Gropecunt.

These are our ancestors, people. I don’t know about you, but I’m swelling with pride right now.

That didn’t come out right, did it?