It’s raining. I had to take strong painkillers at 2:30, but not because of any dental complications; usual “abodominal pain” that could mean anything from a kidney stone to an endo flare to crohn’s flare. It’s nice having so many diseases that major pain doesn’t alarm you. Did I say “nice”? Actually it is nice, truly, because instead of freaking out “oh my gosh what’s wrong am I dying?” you just say “i’m sorry to wake you but I honestly can’t walk to the kitchen to get the pills myself”. Then you take the pill, read for a couple of minutes to distract yourself while it kicks in and go back to sleep. Voila.
So anyway, it’s Friday and that’s my day to write about whatever I want. Sadly I don’t really WANT to write anything because it’s rainy and my head is muzzy from drugs. I do not know how all these writers who were drunk or high all the time did it. Because when I’m in pain or on medication I really don’t think “let’s go be creative!” I think “let’s go watch an Arrested Development marathon.”
I’ve been doing that, actually. Watching Arrested Development again, that is, in preperation for the Netflix airing of new episodes. Two things keep occurring to me: one, whenever they say “Gob” on the show it’s really weird now because “Gob” no longer means the doofusy magician as much as it means my dog. Two is the fact that I’m worried it’ll suck. If Pet Semetary taught me anything it’s that often times when something is brought back to life it is discomfiting and creepy; oftentimes it is downright terrifying. I honestly can’t think of a resurrected show that I’ve enjoyed once it came back. Family Guy and Futurama were both weirdly stinking of desperation and (in Family Guy’s case) rank stupidity. Even Cougar Town and Community–shows which weren’t cancelled for long before being resurrected with either a new showrunner or a new network–were just not the thrill in their Second Life that they were in their first. I’ve watched Arrested Development so many times I have the thing memorised. Lines from the show have made their way into our daily lives around here (“That sounds like some mild fun”) and I even named my DOG for one of the characters.* So of course I’m cautiously optimistic about the new episodes. Some days, lately, I’m afraid it’s more “cautious” and less “optimistic”. We’ll see, I suppose.
Oh, look. I wrote something. Go, me.
*Gob isn’t my favourite character on the show. I don’t know that I have one; they all work together. When we brought him home we were casting about for names. I was in the middle of an AD marathon and I said “How about ‘Bluth’?” It didn’t really sound right to either of us. ‘George Michael’ seemed too vague and too long to say. And I hated Wham. As a joke I said “we could call him ‘Gob’”. Never say anything to someone else as a joke because then they will think “that’s awesome! We have to do that!” And from that moment on he was Gob. I can’t really see him as anything else–his names before we got him were “Sammy” and “Butch”. If I had it to do over again I would maybe call him Oscar. But now he’s Gob and he’ll never be anything else.
Also, the Bradford Pear tree in our front yard that never EVER loses all of its leaves is, of course, called “Tobias”.