I love nothing more than a good laugh. Well, except cheese. I love cheese. And chocolate. Okay, let’s say that a good laugh is in my top five favourite things. When I find someone who makes me laugh, I tend to stay pretty close to that person. When I find a television show that makes me laugh, I’ll watch it over and over again and then curse the network when the inevitable news of its cancellation comes (see: Arrested Development, Better Off Ted, Pushing Daisies).
My friends no longer ask me what movie I want to see, because the answer is always “A comedy.” While they enrich their lives watching important documentaries about the life cycle of a Canada goose or the impact of global warming on worm-hole travel, I occupy myself by laughing at the antics of a group of friends brought together by their involvement in a Spanish class at community college (Community).
My Twitter feed has a list specifically devoted to people–famous and not–who make me laugh, in 140 characters or less. My DVR sits at 90 percent full, and approximately 95 percent of that is comedies. If laughter really is the best medicine, then I will probably live forever because I surround myself with comedy.
Which is why today is such an important, exciting day. Today, my friend and fellow writer Charles Gulotta announced he has released a collection of his essays in a book titled Who Knew?. I cannot stress enough how funny, insightful and entertaining his writing is. Despite my love of comedy, it is rare that I find a writer who actually makes me laugh out loud repeatedly, or who makes me laugh so hard I have to stop reading and regain my composure (if I can be said to have had any to begin with). Dave Barry is one such writer.
Charles Gulotta is another. Somehow, he manages to combine poignancy and humour. While he has me laughing, he also has me thinking, which is difficult to do because I am not noted for my multitasking ability.
“The year was 1955. Let me try to give you some idea how long ago that was. The president of the United States was a man named Dwight. Have you ever met a person with that name? No, you haven’t. That’s because there have been only twelve Dwights in the past three centuries, and ten of them are dead,” (From the blog post Hard to Grasp at his blog Mostly Bright Ideas.)
I can spend hours reading his blog posts over and over, and now I’ll be able to take his book with me wherever I go. Then, I can sit in coffee shops and have people give me strange looks when I laugh loudly and something he’s written (which I inevitably will). I will somehow have to remember not to actually be taking a sip of anything while I read his essays, or it could wind up all over the table (yup, that happened once while I was reading his blog, too, and since it happened at my computer, it was a mess to clean up).
I can only say that I’m lucky he’s not on Twitter or I would spend all my time updating my Twitter feed just to see what nuggets of wisdom he came up with, and to be one of the first to retweet his wisdom.
So, if you’re in the mood for a good laugh and want a really well-written book at the same time, I highly recommend Who Knew? by Charles Gulotta. Not only would you be buying an excellent book, you’d also be supporting a fantastic guy. I can’t think of a better way to spend your money.

