I apologize for shutting down our team Zoom call yesterday by not being able to stop laughing at something someone said.
It’s just that I’ve reached the stage of self-isolation where it’s either laugh or die. I crave sitting in a room full of coworkers, shooting the breeze about nothing at all, and laughing our butts off for no reason whatsoever. I hadn’t fully realized how essential that kind of aimless human fellowship was to my well-being.
Here’s where Conan O’Brien comes in. The man is 97 episodes into a podcast called “Conan O’Brien Needs a Friend.” He’s a good talker, playful, self-mocking, and actually listening to what the other person is saying. There is a sense of friendly conspiracy to get each other to laugh.
I perused the more recent episodes of his podcast, and chose one with Amy Sedaris as his guest, because I love her. I grabbed my knitting and pretended I was sitting there with them, talking about nothing and everything, for more than an hour. Content warning: There’s rudeness, sex talk, a story about a gag with a fat suit, and general outlandishness. As I perceived it, it wasn’t hurtful, but I can only speak for myself.
Good times. But not nearly as fun as hanging out with the crew at MDK World Headquarters, which I hope to do soon.