From an efficiency apartment in New York City, this is obscure season four, an American tragedy.

I am your host, your friend, your ear lover, and literary mansplainer in chief Michael Ian Black.

Just back now from New Hampshire.

I went to New Hampshire for a film festival.

My second film festival in about, what, four weeks?

And no, I don't have any films out.

I mean, I guess Superman, but nobody's going to invite me to a film panel to talk about Superman.

This was a comedy panel.

They wanted me to come on and talk about comedy.

I guess it's an annual thing they do there at the New Hampshire Film Festival.

And because it was moderated by my old

friend, Eliza Coupe of Scrubs and Happy Endings, Fame, and whatever else she's been in, I have no

idea. She invited me, and I hadn't seen her. I feel like, man, 15 years or something. So I

happily accepted the invitation, mostly just to reconnect with her and to meet other

comedy folk and have myself a good time.

I would have, however, probably refused the invitation had I known that the distance from the airport to Portsmouth, New Hampshire, where we were doing the event,

it's just a source of constant annoyance to me when I show up at a place and then have to drive a long distance

to get to the actual place that I'm going.

You know, when you fly someplace and that's annoying, and then when you have to get into a car with a stranger, that's also very annoying.

Having said that, both my car ride to and my car ride from ended up being terrific.

I talked to a director on the way in.

She had a film at the festival that she directed and self-produced and she's a comedian,

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