So, I had a late night. Got a text from Dad that Mom was in the hospital (it was a kidney stone, pretty nasty). That sort of makes sleep an unwelcome friend (lots of weird dreams). Today, I did a lot of sleeping. Because I’m still sick. And, you know, not sleeping well. And, okay, I don’t have much else to do.
But, well, if I sleep all day I feel like crap. Also lazy. Very, very lazy.
So when I started to doze off while reading, I sought entertainment from the TV. Hundreds of channels (maybe thirty of which I regularly visit), hours of recorded shows (most of them are Buddy’s since I have so much time to watch mine). And obviously, nothing to watch. I settled on a horrific Jack Black/Michael Cena film. Finally, I couldn’t stand it and switched over to the Netflix.
When Buddy came home some time later, he stared aghast at the screen as Xena, Warrior Princess, waged hand-to-hand combat with a guy while they both stood atop the heads of the crowd which had gathered to fight the battle. In answer to his blatant horror at my entertainment choice, I explained.
“If I’m going to watch bad television, I’m going to watch good bad television. Xena might be terrible, but I grew up loving this show and watching with my mom. Way better than the crap they flog to us everyday.”
The lesson, kids? Just because a movie has a bunch of famous, well-loved actors, doesn’t mean it’s worth wasting a couple of hours for half-cocked punch lines and gag-inducing gags. And watch classic bad film and TV, with friends and booze. It is much funnier than so-called comedies.