Hot Pockets by Jim Gaffigan

So I was just watching Letterman and he had Jim Gaffigan as a guest, and I laughed till I cried. I might have seen Gaffigan a few years ago when we had cable/Comedy Central but it was his holiday routine (after perusing YouTube I can appear to be knowledgeable about his routines) and I didn't find it funny. In high school, my friend David would organize us all to go to comedy clubs and we saw standup all over the Bay Area. I know David still gets out a lot because he sends nice announcements about all sorts of theatrical and cultural events (including mine, how kind) that he and his wife go to. I never go, but that is due to the fact that I am a complete and utter puttering homebody. That's one thing I miss about work--instant social circle. Sometimes I feel like I should get out and interact with other adults, I mean, here I am asking people to come see me perform and I am incapable of maintaining more than one friendship (and that is in large part due to my friend's effort, not mine; thankfully for her own mental health, she has plenty of friends). I could blame it on my kids except that I've always been like this! Aaaaanyway, this is not about me but about how Gaffigan's riff on hot pockets made me cry deep wracking sobs. And then I ate a hot pocket. Just kidding. I do not have an eating disorder, nor did I weep! But I did laugh very hard. Geez, I have been noticing because I was considering buying a blog ad for my new album that people reveal an awful lot about themselves on some of these really popular blogs. I mean, you're reading along for research purposes of course and then suddenly it's just--ack! I did not need to know that. And the more you read the more you realize you are reading someone's diary that you found accidentally and it's rather gross. Except they are intentionally putting their weirdness out there. Like this man I met on the train to work one day, the trains were atrociously backed up and people were friendly in a isn't-this-a-big-disaster-let's-all-lament-the-state-of-rapid-transit sort of way and this man began talking to me and mentioned kids and pulled out his wallet and showed me his kids and then ever so sneakily turned the conversation toward sex like the perv that he was and I just booked away from him as fast as I could. Yikes. It's a fine line between entertaining stories or insightful analysis and too-much-information. Hope you haven't read this far and just skipped ahead to the clip. Am I the only one who thinks it's funny? I imagine it's rather contingent on cultural context. So much of his comedy is based on the horrible crap Americans eat.