The missus and I just finished rewatching Seinfeld. I hadn’t seen an episode since, probably, a year after the series ended. I remembered so much of that show so vividly that even now, 25ish years later, that I more or less remembered every episode. Maybe not the individual jokes, but some larger thing, like, ‘Oh, this is the one where Jerry rents a car but rental company lost the reservation’ or ‘this is the one where George meets bubble boy.’
So it was still on my mind when I saw this extremely short book on audible about someone that spent a year as a writer on the show. I nabbed it and was in for a treat.
Except, I don’t know, it was exactly what the title says it was. I was sorta hooked when the writer (whose name I forget, but has spent decades as a guest actor on almost every sit-com imaginable, and might be most memorable for me as the man who got his face punched in Dumb & Dumber when confronting a hitman for spending too much time on the pay phone) made mention of how he was playing a bellhop or something on a kids show, and one of the writers approached him and was like, “what’s wrong with you? You can punch your own ticket to any gig you want, and you’re doing this?”
Ha, yeah, what’s the deal with that? Turns out, he just gets picked on a lot, and is as neurotic and most of the characters he plays. So, it was fun, short, and a little enlightening. But I wanted a lot more out of this sorta-memoir. It goes way to fast.