I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't a little bit jealous of Jake Goldberg. I mean, who isn't? He's got a supportive wife who regularly schedules his doctor's appointments, an exquisite house with an old-fashioned fireplace and a painted interpretation of "The Communist Manifesto", and, most importantly, his own TV show.
Now I've got a wife (she insults me in front of our children and has an addiction to internet Yahtzee), I've got a house (actually, it's an apartment, and our electricity has been shut off for nearly two weeks now), but there's one thing I don't got: my own TV show.
At least I got to pretend that I did for a day. I'd dreamed about this day for years: the day I got to pretend that I had my own TV show on somebody else's TV show. And now that it's come and gone in the blink of an eye, I wish I could pretend to make it last a little longer. But I milked the limelight for all it was worth, which turned out to be $75. I had to buy a new limelight to replace the one I broke while attempting a backwards cartwheel. Looks like I won't be having electricity for another week.
Gimme some money!
-Marvin
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