If we assume there is a finite supply of talent in the world, how can it be that Gerard Van der Leun is one of the smartest and funniest writers I know, and now I have to discover that his drop-dead gorgeous, motorcycle riding wife Sheryl is as well?? Is this what I’m up against as I rail against overconcentration in media?

I’m bitter…but laughing.

Since you asked, the ‘Paris Hilton’ gift cards are my favorites.