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The only problem with seeing Eddie Izzard in concert is that you really can’t share the show with your friends afterward. He doesn’t really have jokes, per se … just seemingly way-off-course stories that eventually all beautifully weave together with brilliant lines here and there. To try to relate an Eddie Izzard joke from the evening would take an hour and a damn good memory. Moments after last night’s show ended I went back up to the office to grab my bag and the night editor asked me how the show was. I said “Oh, it was awesome,” then tried to think of a joke to show her it was awesome. But what do I say? “Well, umm, he said transvestites are like superheroes, then went into this whole Greek mythology thing, which somehow led to driving a Buick to Mars and a great impression of the monsters from the ‘Alien’ movies …”

So, after a pensive pause I just said “Man, he’s got a great rack!”

The show was hilarious and Eddie was sparklingly dashing. And he does have a great rack. A rack so great that hip blogging chicks want to make out with him. I had a blast and was disappointed to read this morning that Eddie also was hanging out at the Old Ebbitt. He would so rock to share a pint with.

I admit I didn’t know much about him, but I’m always in need of a good laugh. The good laugh last night prepared me for today’s “day of suck,” which involved a large paper, me feeling two steps behind the entire day and AP pissing me off. And why can’t I run stories like this? The saving grace of the workday was the new This Modern World strip. Tom Tomorrow cracks me up despite scaring the crap out of me with his dead-on rightness.

This post is truly going nowhere, I just felt the need to write something since I’ve been too distracted to type anything lately. Hopefully my brain will begin working properly again soon.