I'm a little late in saying this, but I do hope none of you were too badly affected by Superstorm Sandy last week. We lost my brother Tom for a while—text messages and emails unanswered, phone straight to voicemail, a low-grade alarm mounting everso slightly as the hours ticked by—but he turned up in the end and he was fine. He'd lost power and his phone battery had run out, but he managed to email us eventually, and now he's back in his apartment again after a few days crashing with friends, and he's so excited to have the power back on that he's flipping lightswitches on and off for sport. My in-laws in Connecticut are similarly fine, although they lost some siding from their house. Considering the destruction just miles away, they feel like they got off pretty lightly.
As for us, we've waded deep back into 2003, which is to say that we've finally discovered Arrested Development and we can't stop watching it. Seriously, this is all we ever do with our time anymore. Why did no-one tell me it was so hilarious? For some reason, in my head, I thought I wouldn't like it—although now I'm coming to realize that I actually got it confused with Curb Your Enthusiasm, which I saw once and did not care for—and this made me write off the whole series for years and years, assuming I would hate it. Which was ridiculous, clearly, because Arrested Development is one of the funniest shows I've seen in forever, and as a bonus I finally understand a whole handful of pop culture references I now realize I've been missing for almost a decade. (There's always money in the banana stand? What are you talki---OH WAIT, I GET IT. I GET IT!)
I mean, talk about arrested development, right? If the development is.....our interest in the show. Yeah, that was a stretch. I know it. It felt like it was going to work a little better when it was still in my head.
So yes, I'm afraid the most exciting thing in our lives right now is that we're on an Arrested Development bender, catching up on all three seasons with a determination we have hitherto only reserved for marathons of Lost. After this, we've got Breaking Bad queued up on the Netflix lineup, which means we shall shortly be joining the rest of the world in 2008. Expect me to want to discuss Downton Abbey with you in 2016!
(Just kidding, I'm all caught up on Downton Abbey. Actually, that's not true because I'm saving season three until it comes out in January on PBS. And yes, I know I could watch it online in one big greedy gulp if I wanted to–and oh god, do I want to—but the anticipation is somehow even more enticing. Might as well have something to look forward to in January, am I right?)
Anyway, that's all, really—I just wanted to check in and make sure everyone's okay. Are you okay? I hope you're okay.