Vanity Fair editor Mike Sacks, who holds a dear place in my heart because of his efforts to promote my book, has his own book. And Here's the Kicker is a collection of interviews with 21 comedy writers from TV, publishing, film and the interweb.

If you like humor, aspire to write humor, or write humor and want to know what the hell you have to do to get published in the New Yorker, it's well worth reading. The insight on The Onion movie disaster alone is worth the book's weight in gold - which would currently be $16,131 because I checked.

Obviously you can find it in bookstores, or online book behemoth Amazon.

An old Banterist post, Facebook in the Fuhrerbunker, made Mashable's Top 5 Funniest Fake Facebook Pages list. This was the first I'd heard of Mashable - though that means absolutely nothing because I didn't know who Jon and Kate were until last week when someone made a point to tell me.

Now I see that Mashable has over 1.1 million followers, which makes my Twitter page feel sad and worthless.

The Canadian premiere of Deposition took place on Thursday, July 23rd at the Just For Laughs film festival, which is part of the enormous Just For Laughs comedy festival. Montréal goes absolutely nuts for this festival, which features comedy acts from around the world - meaning the US, Canada, England, Ireland and Australia. No offense to aspiring Bangladeshi comedians. During this festival, Montréal has more neurotic, miserable, angry, lonely comics per capita than any city in the world! Louis C.K. was wandering around the hotel with a bottle of Gold Bond medicated powder in his pocket. I didn't ask why. Caught his show one night at the festival, and it was everything I expected. Brutally funny. The stage was set by comedian Jimmy Carr who was invited at the last minute to open the show after running into Louis on the street. An Englishman in a suit telling some of the most wonderfully vulgar jokes I've heard in a long time.

The Just For Laughs screening was followed by a screening on Friday at the LA Shorts Fest. Since the director Tommy and I were in Montréal, not going to its many strip clubs, we sent actor Dan Olivo in to answer questions after the show. Dan is the most supportive actor ever. If there was an Oscar for Best Supportive Actor he would totally get it. If you don't have a marketing budget, just cast Dan in your film and he'll take care of the rest.

That was followed by another LA screening on Saturday and Sunday at the SSG Summer Shorts Fest.

At this point we've had six screenings in LA, and I think we're likely done there for a bit. Unless you're industry, in which case we'll come to your house and play it for you.

I'm a big fan of the review website Yelp.com. I've used it countless times to pick, or not pick, a place for dinner. I don't review every place I eat at but when I do - it's usually because it was extraordinarily good, or ungood.

In this particular instance, all not so bien at Tout Va Bien.

I haven't been following the Michael Jackson funeral-a-thon for a couple reasons. One is that I'm accessing the internet through a horrible connection offered by the public library. The library's asthmatic connection is further strained by the gold-piece collecting efforts of several World of Warcraft players and a girl updating her Webkinz page. Apparently libraries have replaced internet cafés as places to go and not read. For the record, two of the three WoW players are well overweight and should go outside and run around a lot.

The other reason is the absolute hypocrisy that the media is putting us through. For the last decade or so Mr. Jackson was mocked, belittled, laughed at and generally denigrated as a freak show by any outfit you can name. Then suddenly he dies, and it turns out the media loved him all along. The bizarre behavior, the melting nose, financial chaos, the awkward camaraderie with young kids - all forgotten and/or redefined as superstar quirkiness.

Now, it's too bad he's dead, but people have gone nuts. This is like Anna Nicole Smith times ninety. They're going to make a Papal funeral seem like an impromptu clambake.

What seems like an insane ceremony is underway. I'm only experiencing it via the play-by-play updates I see on Twitter, but I'm finding the tweets astounding. It sounds like a circus, with SWAT team escorts and Staples Center and throngs of fans and helicopters and gold coffins - and the best part: LA's mayor asking for money from Mr. Jackson's fans to offset the costs of the memorial service they're putting on.

So, you have the mayor of a city that can't afford it in a state that is bankrupt, spending a fortune on a memorial service for a musician who just a couple weeks ago was pretty much considered a laughing stock by lots of people.

And they're asking the very same people who bought millions of songs in the days since his death to cough up even more money to pay for all this stuff. Just can't beat it.

Defendant: A corrections facility, ironically.

Count 1: Second Degree grammatical malfeasance.

Count 2: Rendering error permanent through engraving.

Count 3: Mounting and displaying of criminal spelling in an official venue.

Report: Officer Evans was in a jail in an undetermined role as law enforcement official, arrestee or friend bearing bail money when she noticed aforementioned signage. Presumably she was not cuffed, enabling her to capture the transgression utilizing the lousy camera on her iPhone.

Fine: Full refund of bail money and dropping of any misdemeanor charges.

For this, we wandered around Bryant Park with a tiny camera and a karaoke microphone, giving us a nice "public access" feel. We figured Bryant Park was a good place because you'd get a mix of folks as opposed to Washington Square Park where everyone has dreadlocks and pierced genitals.

Because I am shy we forced two interns to make the initial contact and screen people. I don't know what criteria they used to screen because one lady was visiting from the Philippines and didn't know anything about U.S. affairs.

As expected, most folks identified themselves as democrats though one guy had actually voted for McCain. The "liberal realist" was one of my favorites. Very bright guy. The best reaction came from the woman whose views were the polar opposite of her husband, a rabid Fox News fan. The English woman was lovely and I was thrilled to learn a new insult, "Essex Lad."

Most folks passed on keeping the signed "We Agree!" headshot of Glenn which I think was a mistake, because even if you loathe him you can still sell something like that on eBay. One man's trash is another man's 8x10 glossy of joy.

Obviously this survey has no scientific merit and the margin of error was absolutely ludicrous.