Every family has their own Christmas traditions. Ours is watching Christmas sitcoms on Christmas Eve. This isn't a family tradition so much as something Alex and I do while Chase sleeps. We've been doing this deliberately for about four years, and only half the time have we been able to see our favorite Christmas episode of all time: the Fresh Prince of Bel Air episode where Will decorates the house in tacky stuff that enrages the neighborhood. It didn't come on this year, but another gem did.
This episode of Sanford and Son is called Ebenezer Sanford, and apparently you can watch it on Youtube. You can kind of guess the plot based on the title. Here's the wonderful ending, where Redd Foxx sings "Merry Christmas to You" while shuffling about the room.
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Monday, December 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
More Free Ideas
This is just another great idea that we've had, although this one is ruined a little bit by Kelsey Grammer.
A couple of years ago, I was reading Charles Bukowski's "You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense." It wins the award for having a great title, but it was depressing. Not really depressing in the way that all of Bukowski's poems are depressing, but depressing because it was written near the end of his life and it definitely reflected that fact. About half of the poems were about how he didn't have anything to write poems about. The rest of them were about things he did when he was younger, how much he used to drink, and setting his garbage can on fire. Throughout the poems, his wife hovered on the periphery, not really doing anything but occasionally yelling at him or something. Naturally, this all spelled one thing to Alex and I: SITCOM!
Each episode of Untitled Bukowski Project would begin with Bukowski sitting at his desk, pencil in hand (never a computer. He called them "electric typers"). Some Bukowski-ish stuff would happen over the course of the next half hour. He would set the garbage can on fire and his wife would have to put it out. That would be the great catchphrase: "I don't know why you're always setting this garbage can on fire." And at the end of each show, Bukowski would recite one of his poems to the camera while the audience (because each episode of Untitled Bukowski Project is filmed in front of a live studio audience) laughed.
Obviously, I planned on calling this show HANK. But I guess Kelsey Grammer beat me to it. You win this one, Grammer.
A couple of years ago, I was reading Charles Bukowski's "You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense." It wins the award for having a great title, but it was depressing. Not really depressing in the way that all of Bukowski's poems are depressing, but depressing because it was written near the end of his life and it definitely reflected that fact. About half of the poems were about how he didn't have anything to write poems about. The rest of them were about things he did when he was younger, how much he used to drink, and setting his garbage can on fire. Throughout the poems, his wife hovered on the periphery, not really doing anything but occasionally yelling at him or something. Naturally, this all spelled one thing to Alex and I: SITCOM!
Each episode of Untitled Bukowski Project would begin with Bukowski sitting at his desk, pencil in hand (never a computer. He called them "electric typers"). Some Bukowski-ish stuff would happen over the course of the next half hour. He would set the garbage can on fire and his wife would have to put it out. That would be the great catchphrase: "I don't know why you're always setting this garbage can on fire." And at the end of each show, Bukowski would recite one of his poems to the camera while the audience (because each episode of Untitled Bukowski Project is filmed in front of a live studio audience) laughed.
Obviously, I planned on calling this show HANK. But I guess Kelsey Grammer beat me to it. You win this one, Grammer.
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