You don’t necessarily fulfill people’s mental stereotype of comedy writers.
Sometimes I think people forget what they look like. I have a different picture of what I look like in my head. I look a little more mature and a little more ragged. Then I look at the mirror and I’m like, Oh, look at that nice, happy boy.
In the post-Al Franken, post-Robert Smigel, post-Tina Fey era of “Saturday Night Live,” it is perhaps only its nerdiest and most obsessive viewers who have a favorite writer on that NBC late-night sketch show.