And so I was watching an episode of one of my favorite TV shows, WKRP in Cincinnati, on DVD last night and a thought crept into my brain. I was looking at the characters as they were all sitting around discussing something, and I fixed on Bailey Quarters in her pretty royal blue dress. I got to thinking, not about something perverted which is usually where I would go, but about Bailey Quarters as a person. Not Jan Smithers the actor, but Bailey Quarters the person. I imagined her getting up in the morning, getting dressed, eating breakfast, making her way to work on the bus or whatever, and the whole nine yards. Even now I am imagining her in a small apartment with darkness out of the windows eating dinner and maybe drinking some wine. You know. Then I went on and on envisioning the daily life of each of the characters in turn, which I would suspect is sort of strange.
I don't give a shit about the actors on the show. Well, I shouldn't say that because I mean I sort of care a little bit, but I don't care about them waking up in their posh apartments and doing whatever, I just care about the unseen lives of the characters that they play. I mean, if I want to know all about what Angelina Jolie did today I can just read any of the many tabloids down at the friendly local grocery store. So fuck that shit.
But yep, I still know it's super strange. I can't imagine there are a lot of folks out there in the community who sit down and think about the daily lives of the characters in their TV shows while infinitely more interesting plot lines are occurring right on the screen in front of them. But in the words of one Dane Cook, my brain is so fantastical that I sometimes just end up flowing down a tangent to somewhere different. Such is life, yo.
So yeah, that's what happened to me the other night, and I thought it was a little strange. A little whacked out. A little messed up. But I wanted to share that experience with you, Company. Because we are all about sharing here at Big Dave and Company. And we learned that in kindergarten, didn't we?