Dave Barry

So, Steve offered to bring a little light reading down, and I guess it occurred to me that, while my blog centers on all this deep shit lately, I also just have a lot of fun and laugh a lot.  I'm reading Dave Barry's "Dave Barry Slept Here," which is ridiculously funny.  I can't imagine how difficult it must be to come up with enough unique ways to make someone laugh to fill an entire book, but he seems to do pretty well.  

An interesting side note: I studied Dave Barry at Harvard.  I bet he would like to know that.  I studied him in a class that was entirely designed to analyze humor.  Only at Harvard.  Take something simple and beautiful and study the hell out of it until you can form a complex equation that explains exactly how it works and you no longer have to suffer through enjoying something without knowing why you enjoy it.  Can you imagine going through life not knowing why you think green is a pretty color?

And as for the deep shit... it's interesting how, while all of this stuff seems deep, it actually lightens me up.  I'm taking everything a lot less seriously, in spite of what this blog might say.  I laugh at my thoughts all the time.  I laugh at my dog a lot.  I laugh at Randall.  He's easy to laugh at.  I watch the same stupid movies over and over (I'm pretty sure I know Zoolander word for word the whole way through).  My life isn't all deep introspection, it's mostly just watching and enjoying.  I just don't write about that, although perhaps I'll start.  That could be fun too.