Still recuperating ...

....and by "recuperating," I mean feeding and changing the baby (see above), sleeping, and watching an enormous amount of mediocre sitcoms.

I do love me some mediocre sitcoms. While I'd definitely consider myself a sophisticate in terms of comedy taste, I also have a fondness for generic shows from the 80s and 90s. Kinda like those gourmet chefs who love McDonalds french fries, except that, to earn that comparison, I would have had to create some haute cuisine de comedie along the way. (Of course, those who have seen my 2003 Fringe show, One of the Goys - a fish-out-of-water sitcom in the Webster tradition about a Jewish boy adopted by a middle-class white gentile family named the Gentiles, and featuring a plot about a Christianity-fixated scouting troop that won't allow our hero to join - know that I am ALL ABOUT the high-brow.)

Keep in mind that when you're getting 5-7 hours of sleep per night, divvied up into three segments, shows like Full House, The Nanny, and Just Shoot Me seem pretty damn subtle. When I want to step it up a bit, I get my dose of class from the 12 and 12:30am reruns of Frasier. ;)

In between my crappy TV watching, I've been watching two Netflix DVDs a week. Lately it's been the final season of Slings and Arrows (which makes me desperate to be in a play just for the fun of it, rather than as a vehicle for any type of career advancement), and movies that I should've seen but have never done so. The latter category is made up mostly of musicals, famous 80s movies, and several Brit-coms.

One of these days, I swear I'll write something, besides just another blog entry about how vacuous my life has become ...