With Apologies to Jimmy Fallon

Jimmy Fallon: I owe you an apology.

The smug-seeming snickers at your own gags used to really annoy the bejeebus out of me — that is, until I caught myself doing it. I have both a greater understanding and a greater appreciation for you, Jimmy. So, my bad.

(And I apologize, also, for using the very 90s lingo My Bad. Went out with Salt-n-Pepa. Not that they were bad or anything, or were actually ever out.)

As part of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo — which sounds like a Robin Williams’ bit to me), I wrote the first draft of my second, ever, comedy sketch. I liked it. I liked it so much and had so much fun writing it that I laughed mid-keystroke. I laughed at my own joke, Jimmy Fallon. Out loud.

I totally Falloned, right there in front of three other writers.

So I get it. And I’m sorry. And props to you for having The Roots as your studio band. You can’t be all bad if Questlove wants to hang out with you.

Laugh it up.

And do more Neil Young.