Adam Campbell-Schmitt | Points in Case

A writer and editor living in the NYC suburbs and under the assumption he's funny.

Comedy Writing

Smiling or otherwise expressive mouse head-shaped pancakes are trademarked.

Don’t you dare be soothed into chorale complacency by our initial thin delivery and ambiguous harmonies.

Our rubber chickens—and indeed our entire portfolio of goofs and gags—have lost their context. Dare I say, they are no longer funny.

I’ve seen more get-togethers than Uncle Harold, may he rest in peace. He sat his ample frame on me dozens of times. His bum was one of the good ones.

If your skillet is a dirty little vessel that needs to be put in its place, here's the proper way to utterly humiliate and defile it.

I’m thankful for friendships, romance, love of family--any bond that involves physical contact and is so strong it can supersede self-preservation.

Igor: The Lab was like a Studio 54 for ghouls and goblins, before we could be open about who we are. We were always coming up with new dances.

We’ve worked everything out with our mediator, Coffee Table. You can sit with me, Loveseat, on weeknights and with Chaise for naps on weekends.