Entry 15-01.04.06 in Book Two: The Fifteenth Year of the Third Millennium of the Common Era

ENTRY TABLE OF CONTENTS

(a) Greeting
(b) The One With…
(c) PRE

Good evening, good morning, good afternoon, or if you are in an area where temporal greetings are shunned may I simply offer you a curt nod.

As it may be apparent by many Prosebox, Facebook, and other social media outlets… the entire series of Friends is now available on Netflix Instant. I am not one of those people that is baffled by folks not enjoying the show. I’ve known people like that.... like both, actually. Thompson (as I’ll call her to continue over from the last entry) was absolutely obsessed with the show; couldn’t fathom how a person could have a soul and not love the program. But… I get it. I mean, don’t get me wrong… I do love the program… but I’m not blind to its faults or the times the show falls flat. That isn’t what this is about, though. This is about the two things this show always brings to mind. First: watch the program again… but watch it from my lecherous perspective. Really, actually, watch many comedy programs from the 1990s with a libidinus perspective. Now answer me this… is it any wonder that I’m a leg man? Consider the outfits, the wardrobes, and the hem lengths in shows like Friends, The Nanny, Frasier, and lots of others. Shorter skirts, stockings and nylons, and high heels/boots were a big look. I miss the 90s! Anyway, the second thing… the more important thing, as it relates to my character and personality… is Chandler M. Bing. Let me back up a second. I am very close with my cousins from my father’s brother. Particularly, my female cousin who is a year younger than I am. She and I were like Irish Twins… super close, looked alike (both super cute), even our names are similar.... like if we use this nom de plume of Edward, her name is Edna. Anyway… growing up, there wasn’t a person alive who knew me better. All of our lives, she has said that I am Chandler Bing. Not like a “If I had to choose someone on Friends” but like a “In the grand pantheon of all television characters.” I bring this up because… while I was extremely honored, as I watch the show again… I see it. I totally see it. I don’t know if it comes through in my writing or not but… in person? Yeah. I’m Mr. Bing. That’s kind of cool, actually.

So… tonight, or I guess… in about 2 hours, anyway… I am going to try to… I don’t know. Do something. I mean… maybe try to see if the wife is willing to go on a date tonight… or see if I can surprise with a heavy handed romantic physical gesture… just something. Tomorrow is the beginning of the first full week of the new year… potentially arbitrary but as it aligns with a bunch of other stuff… I want to start it out right. Tomorrow is studying, jogging, calling Dickhead McPhotographer, laundry, thank you notes, and establishing good habits to make sure I pass this smegging bar exam this time. So… with all that starting tomorrow, I want to do something tonight to maybe get all of that started on a good track with the wife. I guess just one of those things where I’m thinking “I want to feel like the big things are working right” for just a moment.