So I Am A Product Of The

My Type Of Humor Is Me Not Caring Whether People Know What I'm Talking About Or Not.

It’s Been A Tough Couple Of Years For Condescending Nerds. And If Bookstores Fall, Jon, America Will Be Inundated With A Wandering, Snarky Underclass Of Unemployable Purveyors Of Useless And Arcane Esoterica.

Generally Speaking, I, Like Anyone Else Who Does Anything Publicly, Like It When People Like What I Do, And Would Like To Hear As Much.

I Would Say Aside From Moxie Soda Bottles And Masonic Artifacts, There's Nothing I Really Collect.

For Many Years, People Would Say, "only Child? Must Have Been Terrible," And I Wanted To Say, "you Are Mentally Ill, Because It Was The Greatest." You Got All The Attention. You Never Had To Share Anything. No One Ever Ate Your Food. No One Ever Took Your Toys. But The Unintended Consequence Was That I Didn't Appreciate That Being Universally Loved Was Not Only Not Required For Happiness, But Also Not Possible.