Family Ties: 7 seasons
It’s a fun game my father and I created recently and I’m going to ruin all of the good ones for you here.
Perfect Strangers: 8 seasons
The intent is to present your opposing player(s) with a popular—but preferably bad—television sitcom or drama from the past 10 to 50 years (or so).
Maude: 6 seasons
The opposing player guesses the number of seasons. My father named the game “Episodes”.
Gilligan’s Island: 3 seasons
Then, one of you looks up the answer on an internet phone. So have an internet phone.
Sister, Sister: 6 seasons
Mock the audacity of the American public to sustain such programming.
Three’s Company: 8 seasons
Poke and prod and pour your favorite citrus juices into the open (still? really?) wounds of Firefly, Party Down, and… I don’t know… The Cape?1 fans.
Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C.: 5 seasons
Rinse.
Combat!: 5 seasons
Repeat.
Family Matters: 9 seasons
There are no points, no scoring of any kind, and the only winner is nostalgia (there’s no winner).
Home Improvement: 8 seasons
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The Paul Reiser Show? ↩
The Impossible Trinity (also known as the Inconsistent Trinity, Triangle of Impossibility or Unholy Trinity) is the Trilemma in international economics suggesting it is impossible to have all three of the following at the same time:
- A fixed exchange rate.
- Free capital movement (absence of capital controls).
- An independent monetary policy.
I have a similar theory about friends and:
- Helping you move.
- Driving you to the airport.
- Remembering your birthday.
You can only have two. And, in this new context, aren’t you glad I don’t care at all when you were born?
Now I look five. And all because Trump didn’t believe the picture on my driver’s license. Ugh, we gotta stop listening to that guy.
“If you’re not working, then aren’t you incredibly bored?” — Everybody
My imagination is better than it was when I was five, so: no.
Also, I make things because I have access to grownup things like power tools and hydrometers. Instead of sitting around, I’ve been occupying myself with bookmarklets, micro-batches of cider for my brother’s pre-wedding tasting extravaganza, a deceivingly elaborate wooden board for an obscure French Canadian game, blog posts, tweets, a handful of really poorly constructed music playlists, and latkes (the tastiest of things so made).
The future contains at least a little quality time with a grinding wheel and a large hunk of metal, but small things are still things to occupy your head thinking thing with.
And travel takes up some nice time, too. Thanks, travel!
But, yeah, you can still definitely hire me. I project managed crap out of that crokinole board.
Amazon’s EC2 had some outages the past day or so, crippling quite a few web startups. Don’t worry, users are really understanding, like this lady who commented on the Springpad blog:
“I don’t believe this could have happened at a worse time for us, your users. I have several recipes stored…”
I want to worry about what she worries about.
When things get dull, or I remember I still haven’t done my taxes, I pull out my phone and open up my email. Then I laugh. And I laugh. And maybe snort.
Thanks, Microsoft.
