We’re all nerds in our own way; sports nerds, sci-fi nerds, pop culture nerds, music nerds, theater nerds, opera nerds, book nerds, computer nerds.  I could go on, but you get the point.  My dad is a math nerd.  He’s an engineer, so it’s a good thing that he is a math nerd.  He once tried to explain a blue print of a transformer to me when I was about ten years old.  I didn’t get it then and I probably wouldn’t now.  So, needless to say, we are very different creatures, but one of the things we share is comedy.  My dad is a comedy nerd.  He introduced me to the Marx Brothers, Cheech and Chong, Animal House and Mel Brooks.  So, in a way, this all your doing dad because I’m a comedy nerd too, and, while I’m sure at times he may not wish it were true, I dedicate this blog to him.  And to all the comedy nerds out there.  We’re a bunch of weirdo’s that feed on the stoicism and structure of a society that takes itself far too seriously.  And we are the weird.  But so was Chaplin and Keaton and Abbott & Costello and Pryor and Martin and Newhart and Seinfeld and Kaufman and all the rest.  And if we can make them laugh we’ve done alright.