The New Bread

Since the closest real movie rental place is a 20 minute drive away, Lisa and I enrolled in Netflix when we moved here. As part of the plan, we have access to a lot of online content, including old episodes of 30 Rock. So, we've been watching season 1 of this delightful show, because we didn't start watching until this year.

I thought the older episodes would be weaker in comedic value than the newer one. Typically it takes a few years for a sitcom to really hit its stride (see: Seinfeld, Cheers, Cosby Show). But 30 Rock's first season is flat-out hilarious, from partying on other people's yachts and rooftops to Donaghy's failed attempts at mentoring Liz and bottling champagne, every episode is a riot. We absolutely love the show, and it's surely the funniest thing on television. Sorry, Office crew, but your show has run its course. It's getting too Friends-ish, meaning another once promising sitcom is being run into the ground by relationship drama. For some reason, Michael Scott's antics grow old as they get more and more over-the-top, but Tracy Jordan's psychosis gets funnier as it makes the same ascent.

Thus, I must say that 30 Rock is the new bread, because it's a show that truly lives every week like it's Shark Week. "I am a Jedi! I am a Jedi! I am a Jedi!"

HOLY CRAP!!!

How this escaped Lance, Ogle, and me for all this time, I have no idea.