You know, back then, there wasn't too much amusement. They probably sat around in their cave and invented wheels.
But there were no sitcoms. There was no TV, even. But now there is.
Brigitte and I disagree about a lot of things, but I know for sure that Ogg and Ugg did not disagree on what amount of fire they'd watch every night. It's like "I don't like the shadow creatures you keep doing, Ogg. Can't you AT LEAST do a coyote properly? It's just not funny."
Well, speaking of Brigitte (which I will often do, dear, if you don't have the hatchet behind your back while you're reading this) we tend to disagree on some television choices. She tends to like chick flicks -- y'know, romantic comedies blah blah blah. But she's also one of those people who goes to a video store and rents something she's never seen, never heard about, purely from the description on the cover.
Me, I like the tried and true. I've seen Terminator 1,000 times, but at least I know it'll be a blast.
"A Room With A View" . . . well, can you say "diphenhydramine hydrochloride?"
But this post is really about sitcoms. I was never really a fan of sitcoms. I tried never to watch the stuff my parents watched: All in the Family, M*A*S*H etc.
I was never into "Friends." It just seemed to be drivel, just babbling. Everybody Loves Raymond.
Nope.
But Seinfeld . . . that's one I liked, for years. It was just so stupid, it was amazing.
But Brigitte didn't like it very much, even though she's Jewish, and the humor is quite a bit Jewish.
She's since come around, but where I just descend into fits of laughter, she can only manage a chuckle.
What should I do? Should I tolerate her chick flicks, watch my explosions-truck-bomb-Schwarznegger-Sci-FiRoad Warrior flicks by myself and we all cry and make up?
What do YOU think?
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