Robbin and Tollins

I think cable should have an ENTIRE channel dedicated to sitcoms. Maybe I'm watching way too much tv. Regardless. Someone should take my suggestion.
Sitcoms make me happy. We have too much blood, sex and gore on tv these days. What happened to good sitcoms.
Here's my lowdown on the sitcom world.

My favourite: Seinfeld.
A show about basically nothing. 4 friends sabotaging each others lives, and getting away with it. For more than 9 years? Amazing. I watch reruns all too often.

Does anyone still remember Murphy Brown, Perfect Strangers, Golden Girls, Cheers, Who's The Boss, The Cosby Show and Alf? Good ole shows I grew up with. Still randomly slotted in during the mornings. I love those.

And if you wanna start discussion with your parents, recall the Brady Bunch or I Love Lucy. Good ole wholesome family fun.

Admittedly, there were those I watched in my teens just because the cast was cute/cool. Yes... shudder. I was one of those. They weren't good. They just had good looking people in it.
Brotherly Love - Matthew Lawrence. drool.
Saved By The Bell - well the entire cast.
Nick Freno: Licensed Teacher - gosh the kids were cute.
Weird Science - the girl was hot, but the guys were nerdy. i like.
Boy Meets World - that guy that talked too much was good.
Home Improvement - JTT... mmmm =)
Even Stevens - I love smart kids that mess up.
The Fresh Prince of Bel Air - Will Smith Rulez.
And the cute twins in Sweet Valley High and So Little Time.

Then we have the slightly newer classics like the Drew Carey Show, 3rd Rock From The Sun, That 70's Show, Everybody Loves Raymond.

For those that thrive on spontaniety, like yours truly, its gotta be Whose's Line Is It Anyway. They should sell whole seasons of these!

And has anyone seen Arrested Development? I think its the wittiest and most insane comedy in the longest time. Pseudo "The Office", but much easier for the rest of our non-british palates. And following along those lines, theres Malcom In The Middle and the new kid on the block, Oliver Beene.

Oh and for asian power, Goodness Gracious Me and The Kumars and No. 42. But for older -true- british comedy, Allo Allo and Fawlty Towers crack me up any day.

In true patriotism. I must admit that I used to watch videos of Under One Roof over and over again till i memorised their dialogue. Really. Phua Chu Kang was not bad, but only their mid-seasons. They took some time to settle in, and by their last few seasons, aloysius was too much of a teenager to be cute, and everyone was trying so hard to speaker proper english that it compromised their truly funny Singlish roots.

And Scrubs. Just coz I'm a medic.

Comedy rulez! Whats your favourite?

Chinablack

At the end of a long clubbing session, its always good to have a warm little body, breathing softly at your feet, under the covers.
That was my doggie I was talking about mind you.

Status? My liver is stressed, kidneys overworked, intestines flipped, brain overloaded and spirit overdosed.

But I'm still alive. Alive enough to be penning these thoughts down before they vanish.*
Inspiration comes at strange times of the day.

Contrary to popular belief. I am not a chiong-ster. Honest.
I just happen to love dancing, and am able to hold down my drink.

Sometimes I wonder why people go clubbing. Most times it ends up as a "vulture-fest" (nuff said there).
The rest of us, come up with seeming "nobler" excuses of just wanting to dance. It could possibly stem from our closet exhibitionist selves; our hidden repressed alter egos who are fed up of having a solo audience in front of the mirror, and are finally willing to subject members of the public to our spontaneous bopping.

Thank you Jack Daniels.

But as clean as everyone (well at least a small handful) wants it to be, you can't deny the potential emotional and physical minefield in the labyrinths of a club. And if we recoil at the thought of walking through the minefields of cambodia, why are we still taking huge strides through this social jungle, when the mines keep blowing up in our faces?

The common excuse: I'm young. This won't last forever.
Damn right about that.

But I won't live till very long if I keep up with this.
Meanwhile its detox sunday.

*scribbled right after I got back. posted the next morning.

Spiders. Cars.

I thought I'd blog about something quite close to our hearts.
Cars. Driving. Parents.

What a lethal combination.
I have yet to pass my parent's driving test. i.e, I'm not allowed to take the car out on my own. I'm not complaining, well ok so I am, but they are genuinely worried about my safety. But how would one ever learn if one never tries? So I suppose one day I'll miraculously be able to navigate the crowded and congested streets of Orchard Rd without getting bashed in.

I reckon my parents should set up one of those lesson by lesson objectives like what they have during driving school. And I'l get a chop each time I satisfactorily complete a section. Depending on their "feeeling" about my driving skills isn't tangible enough assurance on my progress.

I think whats most terrible, are those of you who have parents that are absolute kancheong* spiders. If you wonder where my kancheong-ness comes from. Now you do. It is not helpful for someone to be yelling directions aloud, and multiple times. Nor is it useful to have them constantly nagging to use the horn and brake and beep lights, and also helping you curse other drivers along the way.

Where does grace come in? Sigh.

For now, ez-link is my good friend.

[i've got a feeling i'd get a combination of mocking and sympathetic comments. but hey what else is new.]
*kancheong is singlish for uptight, highstrung, panicky, or for your parents; just a crude way of being concerned.