It’s 8am-ish (2pm-ish in Paris) and thirty-six degrees. I’m looking forward to a new episode of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia tonight. That show’s good for the soul. The characters have little use for consensus reality, so they’ve gone ahead and formed their own consensus (created a new reality). Sure, their delusion is only a symptom of a bigger problem, but who cares? Most great artists are “great” because they’re nuts. It’s a cliche, but it’s true. Unless you consider the folks behind Reverend Jim great artists (except for Jimbo Belushi, of course — he’s top notch; really, really great).
But yeah, the Sunny gang… Every episode brings a new world, one that they suck everyone else into. And when they create new realities, new perceptions, it’s not the result of academia or heavy-handed anything, artsy-fartsy avante-garde bullshit, it’s the result of enthusiasm, lots and lots of enthusiasm, and naivete, bordering on the criminally stupid. They’re creating spectacles! Situations that can’t be analyzed away because they’re counter-intuitive, utterly goofy, and they defy analyses.
We could learn a thing or two from the gang. Because while the escapades they engage in turn the world upside-down, the characters responsible remain unchanged, pure. They’re the heirs of the Marx Brothers, raised in the age of Rambo.