Whether you’re Dane Cook headlining Madison Square Garden to a teeming throng of adoring fans or a local unknown powering through a forty-five minute set at a regulars bar where the patrons didn’t even expect comedy, there’s still just one name for the job: Comedian.

Yesterday I woke up in New York (where I was visiting Gaby and my buddy Mark), wrote, had lunch with the aforementioned Gaby and Mark, then took a bus home.