Before we start: some sad news. As we’ve welcomed a new life, we’ve lost another.
Yes, I’m sad to report that Mr Treeger has died.
When we last saw him (three years ago) he was helping the boys get free porn. And I was bemoaning his all too brief appearance. He will be missed. So one last time, let’s share in the absolute joy of this moment:
Yes, I’m sad to report that Mr Treeger has died.
When we last saw him (three years ago) he was helping the boys get free porn. And I was bemoaning his all too brief appearance. He will be missed. So one last time, let’s share in the absolute joy of this moment:
“The One Where We Say Goodbye to Mr Treeger”
Strangely, back then I was discussing the lack of diversity in my Friends™ lives.
Strangely, back then I was discussing the lack of diversity in my Friends™ lives.
(No, not these guys…)
I should stress, it’s not strange I was discussing it. It’s strange that it’s come up again. Things have never really got much better. But this week we met Kristen who’s moved in downstairs.
I should stress, it’s not strange I was discussing it. It’s strange that it’s come up again. Things have never really got much better. But this week we met Kristen who’s moved in downstairs.
The guys are all nervous about talking to her. Presumably because she’s hot and not because she’s black. Even Chandler makes a mess of things after claiming he’s no longer nervous talking to women due to Monica. Man, if I was marrying Monica I’d be MORE scared about talking to other women.
Like Chandler I feel more confident talking to women now that it’s of less use to me. Women, too, often seem more relaxed with me when they find out I’m married. As if they internally breathe a sigh of relief and think “phew, this guy is not a threat”.
In the end both Joey and Ross successfully asked Kristen out on a date! Hrrm, I hope this doesn’t go down a Cathy route again. My new house has enough boxes in it as is.
Like Chandler I feel more confident talking to women now that it’s of less use to me. Women, too, often seem more relaxed with me when they find out I’m married. As if they internally breathe a sigh of relief and think “phew, this guy is not a threat”.
In the end both Joey and Ross successfully asked Kristen out on a date! Hrrm, I hope this doesn’t go down a Cathy route again. My new house has enough boxes in it as is.
Many better words have been written on the topic of representation in Friends™ than I can write. I don’t think I have much to add as an English white dude approaching middle age. But I am pretty sure this is the first time any of my Friends™ have asked out a person of colour. Preeeeeeetty bad.
I’m amazed Joey even managed to get a date after opening with the fact he once fell asleep on the steps outside and woke up to find his shoes gone. Yet more evidence of his secret drinking problem…
In the end Joey and Ross sabotage their dates, scaring the poor woman off by pretending not to know each other, then spilling each other’s dark secrets. Not very nice to the lady if you ask me!
I hope no-one ever treats my daughter that way.
She’s still coping admirably with our newborn, and the dust has already settled as we’re somehow approaching one month! So far things are a lot easier, and going quicker, than last time. Almost as if we’re not contending with a global pandemic…
I wonder as well if it feeling so fast is a result of still constantly having to look after our first born. Including keeping her from accidentally killing her brother.
She’s been greatly enjoying playing Doctor lately, what with all the trips to the hospital. But the other day she was trying to test my wife’s reflexes and flat out missed her knee and knocked the baby on the head with the little hammer!
Maybe soft toys are the order of the day for a while?
As it’s a lot harder to do things with her whilst looking after number two we’ve been taking her shopping more.
Rachel, Phoebe, and Monica went to get a wedding dress in a sale, so we tagged along. Man, it was busy! Like something out of Black Friday™!
We hid in the clothes rails with Rachel whilst Monica secured her dress.
Her bright innovation was for everyone to have a whistle to be able to find each other. I think that’s a great idea! We could do with that at the new house; it’s a real struggle communicating across more than one floor. I’ve been considering getting us some cans on a string.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
For months I’ve been saying I don’t want my dad-in-law to do any work on fixing up our house. He’s an expert at DIY. In the way the people who built the Titanic were expert shipbuilders.
It’s not that he’s bad. He’s got all the right tools, knows all the tricks, and is an insanely hard grafter. He just lacks the level of finesse and care you’d get from a professional. Or from someone who’s financially invested in the whole thing (ie. Me). I always think it’s better for me to try something first, as it’s easier for me to blame myself if something goes wrong than to go against my gut, let someone else have a go, then still end up blaming myself for not trusting my gut. Why not cut out the middle man?
I finally relented as we were desperate to get our banister fixed before our child fell through it. And my wife assured me he would do a great job.
Did I come home to find a safe and presentable banister? Safe, yes. But I’m not sure I’d call the block of wood drilled into our carpet, the one carpet we weren’t planning on replacing, “presentable”.
I’m amazed Joey even managed to get a date after opening with the fact he once fell asleep on the steps outside and woke up to find his shoes gone. Yet more evidence of his secret drinking problem…
In the end Joey and Ross sabotage their dates, scaring the poor woman off by pretending not to know each other, then spilling each other’s dark secrets. Not very nice to the lady if you ask me!
I hope no-one ever treats my daughter that way.
She’s still coping admirably with our newborn, and the dust has already settled as we’re somehow approaching one month! So far things are a lot easier, and going quicker, than last time. Almost as if we’re not contending with a global pandemic…
I wonder as well if it feeling so fast is a result of still constantly having to look after our first born. Including keeping her from accidentally killing her brother.
She’s been greatly enjoying playing Doctor lately, what with all the trips to the hospital. But the other day she was trying to test my wife’s reflexes and flat out missed her knee and knocked the baby on the head with the little hammer!
Maybe soft toys are the order of the day for a while?
As it’s a lot harder to do things with her whilst looking after number two we’ve been taking her shopping more.
Rachel, Phoebe, and Monica went to get a wedding dress in a sale, so we tagged along. Man, it was busy! Like something out of Black Friday™!
We hid in the clothes rails with Rachel whilst Monica secured her dress.
Her bright innovation was for everyone to have a whistle to be able to find each other. I think that’s a great idea! We could do with that at the new house; it’s a real struggle communicating across more than one floor. I’ve been considering getting us some cans on a string.
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
For months I’ve been saying I don’t want my dad-in-law to do any work on fixing up our house. He’s an expert at DIY. In the way the people who built the Titanic were expert shipbuilders.
It’s not that he’s bad. He’s got all the right tools, knows all the tricks, and is an insanely hard grafter. He just lacks the level of finesse and care you’d get from a professional. Or from someone who’s financially invested in the whole thing (ie. Me). I always think it’s better for me to try something first, as it’s easier for me to blame myself if something goes wrong than to go against my gut, let someone else have a go, then still end up blaming myself for not trusting my gut. Why not cut out the middle man?
I finally relented as we were desperate to get our banister fixed before our child fell through it. And my wife assured me he would do a great job.
Did I come home to find a safe and presentable banister? Safe, yes. But I’m not sure I’d call the block of wood drilled into our carpet, the one carpet we weren’t planning on replacing, “presentable”.
