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Jan. 19th, 2007 12:34 amThursday night I watched my comedy shows and Grey's Anatomy. Here's what I thought about them:
My Name Is Earl. This show cracks me up. And I came to the conclusion that the more I watch the show, the more I fall in love with Jaime Pressley. She is a heck of an actress. She cracks me up. I simply adore her acting. She makes Joy Turner a palatable misfit. This show is about rectifying a bad action into good.
This week's story was about amending the wrong Earl did in aiding Joy in kidnapping the driver of the truck she stole in revenge for not being able to return an unwanted entertainment center. The story was surreal and funny. Needless to say, I laughed a lot.
The Office. I was so sad last week when Dwight Shrute quit his job. Man, the writers of this show are brilliant. Shrute found temporary job with Staples (what a way to advertise). New blood was introduced. The people at Dunder and Mifflin missed Dwigth, even Jim. Wow. But the best piece of writing of all: Michael is a great boss. He is annoying, uncouth, and clueless. Nonetheless, he is a good boss: A boss who cares about his workers. I love this show.
Grey's Anatomy. Let's face it, this show is a glorified night-time soap. No way, in real life, doctors behave as sexually charged as these doctors. No way, in real life, do surgeons do procedures on loved ones, friends, and acquaintances. In order to do a great job, you must not be personally attached. In Grey's Anatomy, they do. But, as I said earlier, this show is a glorified night-time soap. However, I love it. I don't know why, but I do. I guess the actors are so good and the lines are superb. And tonight, I cried. O’Malley’s father died, and Christine (a hateful character) said the most gut-wrenching lines. At least, it was gut wrenching to me, because it hit home:
Christine: "There's a club... The Dead Dad's Club. And you can't be in it, until you're in it. You can try to understand. You can try to sympathize. But until you feel that loss..."
O'Malley: "I don't know how to exist in a world that my dad doesn't."
Christine: "Yeah, that really never changes."
My father died on March 13, 1987. That was exactly how felt. The show brought back those sad memories. Like O'Malley, I, too, had to make the decision to let my father go. In my case, we didn't let the tubes in him. I saw him pass away, slowly, peacefully. It was just me and my mother. That was the day that I joined the Dead Dad's Club. I wish none of us were forced to join it.
All in all it was a good TV watching night: Two comedy shows made me laugh. One drama made me cry.
My Name Is Earl. This show cracks me up. And I came to the conclusion that the more I watch the show, the more I fall in love with Jaime Pressley. She is a heck of an actress. She cracks me up. I simply adore her acting. She makes Joy Turner a palatable misfit. This show is about rectifying a bad action into good.
This week's story was about amending the wrong Earl did in aiding Joy in kidnapping the driver of the truck she stole in revenge for not being able to return an unwanted entertainment center. The story was surreal and funny. Needless to say, I laughed a lot.
The Office. I was so sad last week when Dwight Shrute quit his job. Man, the writers of this show are brilliant. Shrute found temporary job with Staples (what a way to advertise). New blood was introduced. The people at Dunder and Mifflin missed Dwigth, even Jim. Wow. But the best piece of writing of all: Michael is a great boss. He is annoying, uncouth, and clueless. Nonetheless, he is a good boss: A boss who cares about his workers. I love this show.
Grey's Anatomy. Let's face it, this show is a glorified night-time soap. No way, in real life, doctors behave as sexually charged as these doctors. No way, in real life, do surgeons do procedures on loved ones, friends, and acquaintances. In order to do a great job, you must not be personally attached. In Grey's Anatomy, they do. But, as I said earlier, this show is a glorified night-time soap. However, I love it. I don't know why, but I do. I guess the actors are so good and the lines are superb. And tonight, I cried. O’Malley’s father died, and Christine (a hateful character) said the most gut-wrenching lines. At least, it was gut wrenching to me, because it hit home:
Christine: "There's a club... The Dead Dad's Club. And you can't be in it, until you're in it. You can try to understand. You can try to sympathize. But until you feel that loss..."
O'Malley: "I don't know how to exist in a world that my dad doesn't."
Christine: "Yeah, that really never changes."
My father died on March 13, 1987. That was exactly how felt. The show brought back those sad memories. Like O'Malley, I, too, had to make the decision to let my father go. In my case, we didn't let the tubes in him. I saw him pass away, slowly, peacefully. It was just me and my mother. That was the day that I joined the Dead Dad's Club. I wish none of us were forced to join it.
All in all it was a good TV watching night: Two comedy shows made me laugh. One drama made me cry.
