Okay. So technically, it wasn’t all about me. This is a reading I did with John Hodgman (of Mac commercial fame) and Neal Pollack. I spent most of the night catering to Neal as if I were his slave. It was a shtick. Anyway, this guy apparently thought I’d suck, and then I didn’t suck too much. Thanks, dude. Here’s the part about me, and the link will take you to the whole review:

Defectiveyeti.com

Pollack

Here’s what actually happened. First, Mr. Hodgman got on-stage and rambled along amusingly for a spell, reading the first piece he ever had published in McSweeney’s (which I cannot find a link to) and threatening to digress into a long discourse on “Lord of the Rings” at any moment. Then the “opening act” came on, young Tommy Wallach, who was so fresh-out-of-high-school that I was prepared to find him thoroughly Not Funny and was surprised to discover that he was Very Funny Indeed. (However, Tommy, if you are reading this, and I’m almost certain that you are: you need to trim that Cat In The Hat Piece by about a third.) Tommy is associated with McSweeney’s — and, by extension, Neal Pollack — because of this very fine short story he wrote for their publication. When I was Tommy’s age I fancied myself as funny as he, but upon reflection I realize that I was not, and for this I resent him.

Read on…