They Aren’t Really My Friends
I’m not watching Friends right now - and that’s ok. There are reruns every night from 10 - 11 p.m. and I’ve watched the entire run of the series more than once. Then, I bought the series on DVD - used at the CD Game Exchange - so I could watch the shows without bits cut out for syndication (plus I can listen to the producers say basically the same things - like how they love the episodes when it’s just the friends alone in their apartments - over and over in the commentaries). It all seems really extreme.
I don’t know what it is about Friends. It’s not my habit to buy DVDs of TV shows (I’d say unless they’re British or really old - but truthfully, all I have are 7 seasons of Friends and one season each of 30 Rock, Gilmore Girls and Coupling) and I saw all of these shows the first time around. Maybe it’s because the show debuted when I was in grad school and was on through school, the year in Florida and my early days at WKSU - it takes me back to happy days. Or, it’s because I think Matthew Perry is cute. I’m not sure.
So, I can come in here and blog and not mind missing the one where Rachel lets Marcel out and the creepy girl she went to high school with tries to take Ross’ monkey (not a euphemism). Because, I can always watch it later.