Hello, we're back in the basement, keeping it simple this month, just trying

to get

Once we shot the special, I said, I'm going to take a break from drinking beers.

I've been doing a lot of stand-up to prepare, and it's lovely to have a beer before a show.

I'm one or two after the show as well.

My body got used to it before bed, now I think it's unsure of what to do.

I've been waking up at weird hours to think about that submarine.

Don't worry, I will not stray far into the realm of topical humor that belongs to Jim Fallon and social media,

but it was interesting to discover that there's a whole world of personal submarines that previously held little space in my imagination.

Perhaps it was the same for you.

Last week, I was up at 3 a.m. and watched a YouTube documentary about the construction of a deep submergence vehicle called the Limiting Factor, for which they had to forge a titanium ball for the guy to sit in.

Yes, it was a rich guy with a ponytail.

Like some other DSVs, the vessel appears elaborate, but the core is just the sphere.

Perfectly constructed titanium ball, machined to the finest increment, so that it will be affected equally by pressure across its surface.

In the documentary I watched, large shiny ball traveled all over the world.

It was forged in Wisconsin, cut in California, tested in the pressure chamber in St. Petersburg, before being shipped back to Florida to be assembled and tested.

So then this guy and all the other submarine guys are climbing into their balls, waving to the crew they fired, then lowering themselves all the way to the bottom of the ocean.

They go 7000, 8000, 9000, 10000, nearly 11000 meters, 35000 feet.

Breaking records is they reach the deepest part of the sea floor in their spheres.

Their crafts go deeper than any craft has gone before, then slows and settles just above the sea floor.

In the incredible silence, they say, I did it.

I did a remarkable feat.

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