Friends

My girlfriend’s sister is our roommate and just had a baby with her fiancé. One of her cold comforts as they stay up at all hours with the babe is watching and rewatching friends. I confess that despite my father’s love of good television that he passed onto me, or perhaps because of it, I had never seen Friends. A distinct distaste for laugh tracks on any show post Seinfeld was a big part of it as was a general smugness from being the kid who watch Arrested Development before the Netflix revival and who started watching Community with it’s premiere.

I don’t profess to be helping much with the rearing of the babe but I am quite often in the room while they take care of her and have thus absorbed a few episodes of friends and I must say, I was pretty much right all along. Like, Friends is not as bad as I thought, people who say it is the prototypical show that you like the more you get to know the characters are exactly right. One thing I was not prepared for was the sheer amount of episodes that involve one of the gang getting a pet and then needing to find a new home for it. Since I refuse to look anything up for this post I have no idea how many times this happens and maybe I have seen every episode that it occurs in but by my count it has happened at least four different times; a duck, a chick, a dog and a monkey all have to be rehoused at some point in the series and I seriously doubt they got to go to insanely large New York apartments this time.

Anyway I don’t really have a point, I just wanted to write my daily thing a little earlier than normal since I am off today and have been watching a lot of friends.