One thing I've learned in my nine decades on the planet is that you take your humor where you find it. The other day, I was flipping channels and caught a minute of "Reno 911": the cops are breaking into a motel room, and they swing the battering ram into the middle of the door, and it flies right through. The lead cop has to bend down to the hole it left and shout, "Can we have our battering ram back?" A spontaneous burst of surprised laughter can make up for a hundred little disappointments. Unfortunately, I can rack up a hundred little disappointments in under an hour, so I'm constantly foraging for laughter, which robs time from activities such as earning money. And, in a beautiful kind of symmetry, the earning-money part accounts for a shitload of the little disappointments.