Statistically, I'd Say Comedy Writers Are Perhaps

The Sudden Death At 51 Of James Gandolfini Is Intolerable.

Anyone Working In The Media Can Tell You That There Seems To Be An Always-ready-to-explode Segment Of The Populace For Whom Offense Is A Fate Worse Than Anything Imaginable. You'd Think Offense Is One Of The Most Calamitous Things That Could Happen To A Human Being; Right Up There With The Loss Of A Limb, Or Just Missing A Parking Space.

The Idea That Hunting Is One Against One Is Ludicrous. It's One Animal Versus The Hunter, The Manufacturer Of The Rifle, The Bullet Maker, The Designer And Manufacturer Of The Telescopic Sight, The Auto Manufacturer Who Made The Car The Hunter Got To The Edge Of The Wild In, The Maker Of His Waterproof Shoes, The Various Manufacturers Of His Mittens, Glasses, Overcoat - And That's Only The Beginning Of The List. The "sportsman" Who Shoots An Animal Should Then Make A Speech, Like The Actor Who Wins An Oscar Does, Thanking The Multitudes Behind The Scenes Who Made This "victory" Possible.

I'm The Only Talk Show Host, I Think, If There's Such A Category In, What's Called, The Book Of Records, To Have A Guest Die While We Were Taping The Show, Yeah.

I Have Yet To See One Of Those Comedy Central Shows With Multiple Standup Comics That Doesn't Include Someone The Size Of The Hindenburg.