To the new or casual reader it may appear that I have begun to make three day weekends customary. To the contrary, while this past Friday I didn't work, I did have two, count 'em, two job- not media- interviews. While job prospects bode well for me they don't lend all that much promise to my blog. Recently, a fellow comedian/blogger/friend told me I am "a prolific blogger" after which he quickly added, "I guess you're unemployed, though" instantly negating any credit he may appeared to have been giving me. Selfish as it may be I'm hoping for employment at the risk of shorter, infrequent, possibly even less spectacular blog posts. Don't worry though, you'll realize I didn't get either job when I never mention them again. Unless you are one of the people with whom I interviewed reading this, in which case, I have the utmost confidence that I will get that job because I am so perfectly suited and highly qualified for it and overall I'm just brimming with confidence (my blog address is on my resume so I have to cover my tracks.)

My mom came to visit this past weekend. While in town she admitted to me that she emailed Jerry Seinfeld in an attempt to have him discover my blog and consequently discover me. Unfortunately the email address she found online wasn't Jerry's working personal email. Go figure. Apparently my mom didn't see the episode of Seinfeld when Corbin Bernsen and George Wendt rip George on the Tonight Show for suggesting ideas for L.A. Law and Cheers to them backstage. However, I suppose if Jerry read the email my mom wrote him on Letterman that would probably work in my favor.

The Super Bowl was more like the Super Blow- cause it blew. Hey smug New Englanders, the Red Sox and Pats may have won it at all but don't get too cocky because your boy John Kerry still ate it. So take that. Oh wait, I forgot, that was the one I wanted them to win. I wonder how many left-leaning Red Sox fans would have chosen a Boston World Series victory over a Kerry election victory if given the choice. Probably a disturbingly high number. Sorry, I forgot this wasn't three months ago. Forgive me if that wasn't exactly "fresh material" or "uncharted comic territory" so to speak.

At the super bowl party I attended, during a halftime 90's edition trivial pursuit game, one of the answers on the card was deemed definitely wrong. That sparked an idea for a new game that's a great variation on trivial pursuit that would be really fun to bring to parties where lots of people who think they know everything might be in attendance. Basically it is trivial pursuit only all the answers printed on the back of the card are incorrect. How this game will be marketed so that the purchaser of the game will be able to delight in everyone else's exasperation without the other players quickly suspecting that this might be that "Trivial Pursuit, Gotcha edition" they've seen ads for, is something I've yet to iron out. Nonetheless it might be fun to see some pompous art-history major lose his shit at the game's assertion that Da Vinci painted the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. (as if he’s the only one who would know such an obscure fact, but you get the point)

Recently I haven't gotten into horoscopes but I have run low on "creative" ideas. Here is your horoscope for February 7th all you Pisces:

You may be getting anxious about plans for your fast-approaching birthday, but don't stress, you still have 11-41 days to figure out all the details. You should not cross bridges nor count chickens until you get there or they hatch-whichever happens first. Instead you should just enjoy the unseasonably warm day (49 degrees) and lament either needless purchases you made during tax-free week or needed purchases you didn't get around to making during tax-free week. Keep up the good posture!

(I almost wrote something along the lines of "think long and hard about whether you want trick candles on your cake this year" during the birthday part but then I thought that sounded too Onion-esque, but then I wrote it down here because it's not like the Onion invented faux-horoscopes.)

Get your Monday on.