Things are heating up, and the snow has melted.
Things are heating up for Joey too. Or would be, if he hadn’t immediately left Janine to tell the others about their kiss.
Is this a two parter?
I don’t think so, it seems a bit of time drops between the first scene and Chonica and Jonine’s double date. It’s nice they’re finally developing Janine a bit, and Joey and her seem a good fit. Leaving aside any grumbles about her emphatically rejecting him a few episodes ago as she didn’t find him attractive.
Now that’s what I call top notch character writing.
“The One With the Stairgate”
The guest characters may be all over the place, but at least the joke writing’s still top drawer, with even simply repeating a single word getting good laughs.
Things are heating up for Joey too. Or would be, if he hadn’t immediately left Janine to tell the others about their kiss.
Is this a two parter?
I don’t think so, it seems a bit of time drops between the first scene and Chonica and Jonine’s double date. It’s nice they’re finally developing Janine a bit, and Joey and her seem a good fit. Leaving aside any grumbles about her emphatically rejecting him a few episodes ago as she didn’t find him attractive.
Now that’s what I call top notch character writing.
“The One With the Stairgate”
The guest characters may be all over the place, but at least the joke writing’s still top drawer, with even simply repeating a single word getting good laughs.
Alas, Joey’s attempts at making an excuse don’t get Janine out of going on a second date with the “Bla” Chandler and “Little but Loud” Monica.
My wife is definitely little but loud, I think a big key to the longevity of our relationship comes down to me finally finding someone I can always hear in pubs. Or now always hear when I’m upstairs, in the kitchen, or on the toilet. She’s always there...
I totally get the difficulty in the getting to know the friends phase of courting. In many ways it can have as big an impact as the stereotypically terrifying “meet the parents” moment. I think realising we got on well with each others friends was a big part of what made things so easy when we first got together.
But now a brief moment from our sponsors:
This episode is brought to you by the marketing board of Pottery Barn™
Rachel, much like the people we bought our house from, is STILL getting her mail delivered to her old address. Seriously, it’s been three frickin years.
So when Monica gives her her latest Pottery Barn™ brochure, it’s time to do the one thing I don’t miss from before lockdown, and hit the shops! But, oh no, Phoebe doesn’t like this sort of mass produced furniture so it’s down to Rachel to persuade her their new table is an opium soaked antique.
Anyone else wondering why Phoebe knows what opium smells like?? We really do need that gritty prequel.
Once again Phoebe and Ross not getting on is fertile ground for comedy, as Rachel tries to hide the fact he’s bought the same table.
I’m surprised they haven’t explored this more, the potential between a scientist and new ager being forced together. Perhaps it’s too obvious compared to things like them adopting a chick and duck?
Hang on, where are the chick and duck?
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
My very own Marcel the Monkey (aka: my baby) has been giving us a bit of trouble now she’s more mobile.
She’s taken to putting even the smallest speck from the floor into her mouth. Mud, catfood, you name it. I don’t think my pride in her developing a solid pincer grip quite matches my pride in her simultaneously disproving the theories of natural selection and intelligent design.
This means it’s finally time to get a stair gate! I did try to persuade my wife to let me get a Stargate™ instead, to a typically blank response. Honestly, am I only person who still cares about the 90s??
Anyway, the thing arrived, and I slaved away at putting it up, first realising that ticking the filter saying “No Screws” had somehow resulted in us buying a stairgate that very much had screws. Then finding out, for some reason, my drill is perfectly fine at going into masonry but can only make it a few millimetres into a wooden banister. Honestly, how are there birds better at making a hole than my power tool?!?
And, finally, realising it would be held up by the tension alone so didn’t actually need to be screwed in. At least that’s what I thought until my wife came home, tried it for the first time, and fell right through it.
Sure, maybe I should have shown a bit more concern for my wife than the stairgate… but you try spending all afternoon putting something together only for it to end up hanging off the wall within seconds of use.
Maybe I should look into befriending a woodpecker?
My wife is definitely little but loud, I think a big key to the longevity of our relationship comes down to me finally finding someone I can always hear in pubs. Or now always hear when I’m upstairs, in the kitchen, or on the toilet. She’s always there...
I totally get the difficulty in the getting to know the friends phase of courting. In many ways it can have as big an impact as the stereotypically terrifying “meet the parents” moment. I think realising we got on well with each others friends was a big part of what made things so easy when we first got together.
But now a brief moment from our sponsors:
This episode is brought to you by the marketing board of Pottery Barn™
Rachel, much like the people we bought our house from, is STILL getting her mail delivered to her old address. Seriously, it’s been three frickin years.
So when Monica gives her her latest Pottery Barn™ brochure, it’s time to do the one thing I don’t miss from before lockdown, and hit the shops! But, oh no, Phoebe doesn’t like this sort of mass produced furniture so it’s down to Rachel to persuade her their new table is an opium soaked antique.
Anyone else wondering why Phoebe knows what opium smells like?? We really do need that gritty prequel.
Once again Phoebe and Ross not getting on is fertile ground for comedy, as Rachel tries to hide the fact he’s bought the same table.
I’m surprised they haven’t explored this more, the potential between a scientist and new ager being forced together. Perhaps it’s too obvious compared to things like them adopting a chick and duck?
Hang on, where are the chick and duck?
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
My very own Marcel the Monkey (aka: my baby) has been giving us a bit of trouble now she’s more mobile.
She’s taken to putting even the smallest speck from the floor into her mouth. Mud, catfood, you name it. I don’t think my pride in her developing a solid pincer grip quite matches my pride in her simultaneously disproving the theories of natural selection and intelligent design.
This means it’s finally time to get a stair gate! I did try to persuade my wife to let me get a Stargate™ instead, to a typically blank response. Honestly, am I only person who still cares about the 90s??
Anyway, the thing arrived, and I slaved away at putting it up, first realising that ticking the filter saying “No Screws” had somehow resulted in us buying a stairgate that very much had screws. Then finding out, for some reason, my drill is perfectly fine at going into masonry but can only make it a few millimetres into a wooden banister. Honestly, how are there birds better at making a hole than my power tool?!?
And, finally, realising it would be held up by the tension alone so didn’t actually need to be screwed in. At least that’s what I thought until my wife came home, tried it for the first time, and fell right through it.
Sure, maybe I should have shown a bit more concern for my wife than the stairgate… but you try spending all afternoon putting something together only for it to end up hanging off the wall within seconds of use.
Maybe I should look into befriending a woodpecker?
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