Why I Love "Full House"

Since Matt and I returned from the Bay Area, announcing that it truly will be our future home, we have been devouring anything and everything having to do with it. This includes watching Full House, which I hadn't seen since I was around 9 but now comes on Nick at Nite. In one way this makes me feel very, very old as when I was a wee youngin' I Dream of Jeannie and Mr. Ed were standard Nick at Nite fare, but it also makes me feel good, because, well, my little breakfast burritos, I love me some Full House. Seriously. It is so incredibly bad that it is incredibly good. From the music that plays with every special lesson learned to the fact that John Stamos rocked that mullet like no other, Full House is an exercise in escapism. If only my life were like that...there would be lots of cute children, lots of sticky rolls, lots of hair gel. And nobody talks about postmodernism on Full House. Ahhh, heaven. Full House is concerned with a world where a fancy meal is anything that concerns pesto sauce and goat cheese and a good book is anything that has raised metallic type on the cover. And that's a world that, at the moment, seems like a pretty swell place to spend your time.

Sigh. So you're wondering why I am writing at 9:48, when I should be in class (actually, you're not, but I'm going to tell you anyway). I have strep throat. Seriously. I have an honest to God infectious disease. So I feel wretched, but I am getting to watch TV all day, no questions asked, so it is ok I guess. I have to go back to the old grind tomorrow as my get out of jail free card says that I am only excused from classes on yesterday and today, but for now, I can be miserable outside of the confines of Tucker Hall. How lovely.

Have a good one!