Whose Blog is It Anyway?

So there are really only a handful of things from my childhood that are sacred to me: Bugs Bunny, the original Nintendo Entertainment System, Claussen pickles (always refrigerated, never frozen), and Whose Line is it Anyway (there are others, but four examples is plenty for you to get the idea: I wasn’t a particularly “cool” kid). Of those, Bugs Bunny is still on the air if you know where to look, I regrettably parted ways with the Nintendo (mostly due to a lapse in judgment and the fact that my brother and I had never seen $50 at once before), Claussen’s remain one of only five things (along with milk, salad, cereal, and alcohol) I feel comfortable buying from the grocery store, and Whose Line it Anyway had a nice run and then got cancelled.

Until NOW.

I never learned about capitalization for emphasis in writing school, I just kind of figured it out on my own…did somebody say savant?? I’m like the Bobby Fischer of capslock (google the reference, 90s kids).

Imagine how excited the kid in me got when he found out that Whose Line is it Anyway was coming back? More excited than when he found out ExoSquad was on Hulu Plus (…again, google it).

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Are You Having a Laugh?

When I originally conceived this post, it began as an idea to rant about how finally, for the first time in a decade, the sitcom was returning to its full glory.  But just as I was set to compose a piece complaining about the comedic drought of the early 2000s (basically how every show since Seinfeld, Frasier, Arrested Development, etc. went off the air, we’ve been subjected to nothing but lackluster, boring, predictable situation-comedies), it struck me that this wasn’t really an accurate thesis statement.  The truth is, with shows like Scrubs, Family Guy, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, The Office (British and American versions), and others I can’t presently recall; we’ve actually had several pretty decent offerings since the sitcom’s modern Golden Age of the late 90s.  So instead of composing a long and contrived rant about how Hollywood forgot how to make us laugh, and laziness runs rampant throughout the writers’ guilds, I’ve decided to take the opposite position and write out an informal review of current comedic offerings and whether or not they’re worth your hard-earned 22 minutes of weekly attention.  As usual, you’re welcome.