I caught the last half an hour of the PBS special The Second City, where I found a mid-1980s Mike Myers aka Wayne Campbell talking about hard rock bands and their names from his LP's. So on and so forth, other Second City actors talking about their experiences, who met who, who taught what to who, etc.

And then, flash forward to the mid 90s in Chicago. Then there was the improv pair of Chiwawa and Scarface Bulldyke, aka Rachael Dratch & Tina "I suck" Fey. Tina Fey in all her size 12-shorthair bulldykeness, improv-ing in another unfunny sketch. I'm sorry (tho I'm really not) but she is not funny at all. She is not funny. She is full of herself. Shame on all of you who laughed at her improv.

And then there's the moment when Joe Flaherty said something that made me want to puke my very being: "In 2005 Tina Fey signed a $4 million deal with NBC..."

I seriously wanted to choke myself and puke my guts out. I hated the world for it. You gotta be ******* kidding me. That amount of money... for that sorry sack of... I just wanted to die. I'm clipping coupons and this wench is a millionaire??? That's just... that's... something. I'm gonna puke me a river. No, an ocean. I'm going to puke me an ocean.

Tho otherwise, another thing I realized is that even tho I've wanted to be in the Second City most of my life, I realize I don't have enough talent to pull that off. So today Sweetcheeks, another dream dies and another chip on the old shoulder. It's okay, tho. I don't mind the chip. I got big shoulders and there's plenty of room.

P.S. cancel 30 Rock.