Part Duex

If you do not get the Simpsons reference, and how it ties in with my Frasier story, you are dead to me, etc.

96% of the text below are stolen from a blurb I wrote on Tumblr earlier because I'm too lazy to come up with a new way of delivering the same topic. I'm not sure how self-plagiarism on the internet works itself out, so I figured I should just be honest.

So you guys know how I once played Bingo with Tupac, right?

Wait. Wrong anecdote.

So you guys know how I’m really old and grew up in (like, wasn’t born in, but legitimately was raised and clearly remember) the 90s? One thing that I did not fully appreciate during that time, which I completely appreciate now, is the sitcom “Frasier.”

Now, I have issues with the character. He was often unfunny and creepy. So I get why people think I should ram my head into a brick wall multiple times for still watching it. But the show itself was brilliant in a “we know we’re brilliant” kind of way that makes you angry, but then Martin says something funny so you don’t change the channel quite yet, and more importantly, there was this really awesome dog that was so cool I named my dog after him, and then when my dog died, I got really sad when I randomly caught an episode of “Frasier” late at night because it reminded me of how much I miss my dog, and then I got strangely obsessive and let the TV version of my dog take over the void in my life that my real dog left behind, and started watching the show everyday on Lifetime for a year straight until I went through the entire series about five times.

I mean, that did not happen.

(It totally happened).

Also, hello run on sentence. I’m not afraid of run ons. I think they’re funny when they’re written on purpose. That, and they make me out of breath because I feel like I have to run really, really fast just to catch up with the person’s train of thought, so it also makes me feel like I got in my 30 minutes of exercise for the day.

Where was I? When I moved to a new apartment last fall, I got cable again and started rewatching it, until I went through the entire series again. (Between then, I’ve also gone through “Golden Girls” and “Will & Grace” to fill in the empty gap of my DVR bonding time).

I’m not sure why I’m confessing all of my embarrassing TV habits, but the rumors of my creepiness somehow got to Steel Train, which got to Andrew Dost, which sparked his idea for a Frasier comic.

Now, I don’t really have a lot of free time (I have nothing but free time) but I was able to put together an incredible (terrible) and super funny (really pathetic) graphic in seconds (two hours) that you can see right here. Since I know now how freaking talented and wise (embarrassing and slow) I am, I may just start making comics for other shows that I glorified in the 90s. I’m thinking “Full House!” “Home Improvement!” “Fresh Prince of Bel Air!” “Step By Step”! (probably not “Step By Step.” Suzanne Somers’ new face scares me).