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Everybody Loves Raymond From Behind

In talkies, the funny on October 30, 2004 at 12:22 pm

It’s amazing how a little inside knowledge can make a TV show more watchable.

Krankiboy reported on his blog a week ago about a sexual harrassment case brought by a former writers’ assistant on Friends. Apparently the writers were in the habit of Speaking Freely On Sexual Matters – and offending their assistant who had to write everything down – while working together late into the night, hammering out more timeless comedy gold. And apparently Kranki used to work with her and she was lazy and talentless and was probably sacked from Friends after four months because of that.

News story here. Read highlights from the complainant’s declaration, filed after her racial discrimination suit failed, here.

I haven’t watched Friends yet since reading about the sort of dirty, dirty things they’d get up to in the writers’ room, but on Friday I found myself captivated by a couple of episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond, a show which I haven’t watched at all in about two years and maybe three times before that.

In the first episode Ray’s elderly Mom, Marie, makes a large, abstract sculpture of a woman’s bits without even realizing it. She gives it to her son to decorate the living room. Ray is embarrassed.

In the second episode Ray and his wife fall out of bed while engaging in some vigorous business, spraining their wrist and shoulder respectively. Ray is proud to tell his friends, but his parents might find out. Ray is embarrassed.

Here I was thinking ELR was just a mediocre, predictable show filled with insipid, whiney characters and gag set-ups you could drive several trains through while waiting for the punchline, but the scales have fallen from my eyes. While the Friends writers joked about turning Joey into a serial rapist (which I always thought he was) and having anal sex with Jennifer Aniston…

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…the ELR writers would have had the whole incestuous frisson to work with and been toying with story ideas like, say, Marie awkwardly explaining to their father how Ray and Robert managed to break both her hips.

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I think I’ll stop thereā€¦

So, I highly recommend reading the details of the Friends sexual harrassment suit before watching your next crap sitcom. Actually, after reading Ms Fits’ saucy blog for a couple of months my mind boggles at the sort of perverts writing for Neighbours.

To finish off with a tidy link, here’s a picture of Matthew Perry from Friends tongue-kissing Doris Roberts, Ray Romano’s TV Mom, at the Emmys.

The Shrine Theater

Enjoy the rest of your day.

stop press: hairy musician uses swear word

In lesser arts, politics on October 23, 2004 at 12:24 pm

This is John Butler.
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John and two friends play bland but likeable “rootsy” rock ‘n’ roll music, with social messages sometimes included in the lyrics of their songs. John appeared on the Earth 29 years ago.

This is Andrew Bolt.
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Andrew gets paid a lot of money to write down his opinions, which are then published – three times each week – in the Melbourne Herald Sun newspaper. Andrew always has a social message: Muslims and Aborigines are destroying civilisation by asking for respect from white people. Communists are destroying it by trying to protect the natural environment and by helping the Muslims and Aborigines.

Andrew has appeared on the Earth again and again since the dawn of Time: recoiling in terror as the other amoebae mutated into multi-celled forms; screeching from the trees with fearful bravado at Those With Thumbs; peeking out from behind the Inquisitor’s skirt and clucking his tongue at witches’ confessions. In this life he has not yet reached the age of 45 years.

John has recently won some prizes for being good at music. Andrew thinks John is a violent Communist. Andrew is a fucking moron.

to be continued…

Blue Blood Nut!

In other on October 22, 2004 at 12:25 pm

“You fucking wanker! Why are you fucking doing this!? Why don’t you just leave me alone?!”

Prince Harry attempts to appear of some use
Prince Harry attempts to appear of some use.

In indolent pothead news:

After a heavy night on the piss, swilling Long Island iced tea with peach juice, loutish young royal, Prince Harry, went the thump on fellow waste of space, paparazzi Chris Uncle. Actually, he just shoved the camera back in this arsehole’s face after having it shoved in his, expressed his feelings as honestly as he could (see above), then went home.

The part I liked most was the Dr. Strangelove-like comment from ‘an ex-SAS officer’: “Punching people in the street is not the sort of thing you expect from a prospective British army officer.” Well then, I’m looking forward to His Royal Highness pulling up his socks for his next engagement with the Gentlemen of the Press, when he responds with a volley of well-aimed hand grenades, picks off the fleeing survivors with disciplined machine-gun fire, then single-mindedly stalks The Night with a bloodied strand of piano wire, hunting down their superior officers one by one.

He’ll be doin’ his Nation and his Mamma proud.

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Cheap-shot just in: the Mirror article linked to above says: “The car finally sped away, with Harry burying his head in his knees”. Probably sneaking a bucket bong.

Great candidate names #3 – Liberals.

In politics on October 12, 2004 at 12:36 pm

3rd in an ongoing series dedicated to dealing with serious issues through facile derision.


Joanna Gash


Di Kuntschik

Not Dianne or Diana. Di.

The Many Moods of Tony Abbott

In politics on October 9, 2004 at 12:42 pm

I had to do something frivolous tonight to “ease the squeeze” on my spleen, otherwise I won’t be able to sleep.

Which reminds me: Tony Jones probably needs to start looking for a new job.