The pain...

[quislibet]

This morning before leaving for work I turned on the TV/VCR combo to set it to record "Coupling", which, if I go to the Y after work as planned I will not be home to see, and turned the channel to WGBH 44 just in time to hear Barney sing "I've got a friend whose name is pumpernickel, yum yum pumpernickel, pumpernickel bread," following which several multiethnic children sang verses about their own favorite breads, far too many of which I heard before I could finish programming the damn thing.

Anyway, everyone knows dinosaurs don't eat pumpernickel. Scala, yes; pumpernickel, I don't think so.

But then that rascal Barney is an atypical dinosaur, I suppose.

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I forgot to mention yesterday that Wednesday night one of the writers' group people at the Athenaeum was going on about how Mark Twain came to her in a dream and gave her a box full of sand (but not, apparently, a sandbox). It was apparently quite meaningful and significant.

Comments

[quislibet.livejournal.com]

A fair amount, although through poor planning scattered out of sequence across several tapes.

The American TV comparisons are "Friends" and "Seinfeld," I guess, but really it's more like "Fawlty Towers" than either of those, only with rather more sex jokes and a younger, more attractive cast.

I note that NBC has picked up the concept and plans to do a remake. Yikes.

[quislibet.livejournal.com]

The site I linked to has short clips, I think, if you want an idea of what the show is like and haven't seen it.

[alonewiththemoon]

Mathew and I have started getting hooked on this--the BBC America channel shows it frequently. It's much better than Friends because they don't make any pretense about these being nice people that you'd want to hang out with ;)

[quislibet.livejournal.com]

Exactly. You have some sympathy for the characters, maybe, but with the exception of perhaps the main couple they have few redeeming qualities, all the better for hilarity to ensue.