Brett S. Harrison is a freelance writer who lives in University City. He was the film reviewer for the South Philadelphia Review from 2001 to 2009 and has recently written light humor pieces for the Chestnut Hill Local, including one about his furry children Simone and Neela. He is halfway done with his first novel, a comedy/fantasy about a struggling writer and his two cats. Surprise, surprise!
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My schoolmate, Shaun Cassidy
Ready for my 15 minutes, Mr. DeMille
When I knew Shaun Cassidy in 1974, he was kind of cute and kind of vapid. But at 16, who wasn't?
The ultimate rejection: Failing to make a minyan
Did you hear the one about the Jew who failed to make a minyan?
The stranger explained that I was needed for a minyan— the ten-person minimum necessary to conduct a Jewish religious service. But when the assembled worshippers beheld my scruffy countenance, they decided I wasn't necessary after all.
The trouble with "Saturday Night Live'
Trying too hard to be funny: Can we talk about ‘Saturday Night Live'?
Some observers contend that Tina Fey's impression of Sarah Palin breathed new life into “Saturday Night Live.” Well, maybe for a few minutes. This show seems to have forgotten what political humor— or any humor, for that matter— is all about.