I have mentioned my Friends renaissance, but I am simultaneously going through a re-blossoming (I couldn’t think of another word for renaissance) of my West Wing devotion. New people in my life know that this is a devotion I try to thrust upon everyone, some more successfully than others.
Anyway, I’m midway through season 3 for the fourth or fifth time and it’s holding up reasonably well. My tolerance for the schmaltzier moments (you know, the “I serve at the pleasure of the Presidents” moments) has diminished, thanks to more recent additions to the canon of modern television. The Wire, Treme, The Good Wife, Breaking Bad, Mad Men etc. all manage to do moments of true emotion with less swelling instrumental background music. And the “24 hour news cycle” that they speak of is nothing compared to the world we live in now, where Beyonce’s pregnancy can prompt 8,000 tweets per second.
But small points aside, I’m thrilled that CJ, Charlie, Toby, Josh and Sam are back in my life and today of all days I’m especially thrilled. Big kudos to Funny or Die for rounding up the crew (which they hashtagged #WestWingReunion) for a PSA. Prepare yourself for the President in a sweatband:
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