Full House: memorias
When I was a child, Full House was one of my favorite television shows. Then the other day I thought back to Full House, and realized how fucking weird that show really is. Think about it: we have a family of four- a man and his three daughters, and then we have the equivalent of two male squatters living in the basement and the attic, neither of which really have jobs, but just struggle along trying to eek out a living on their “talents”-Joey’s being that he can make goofy voices. I swear, every time I had to hear him do his Mr. Squirrel or whoever the hell voice, followed by canned laughter, I cried in my soul. 
Then there’s Jesse, the brother of Danny’s dead wife, who whiles away his time in fantasy land still believing he can make it as a singer. I loved his band. They would always sing other bands’ songs, which made me laugh. That always bodes poorly for a band when they still can’t get it together to write a few lyrics for themselves after years of being together. And then I love when he marries Rebecca, Danny’s coworker, and they continue to live in the attic, even though she has a good job, in fact, the same job as Danny and could therefore afford a house just as nice as his. Children follow, which makes it even more fabulous. Family of four in the attic, basically all living in the same room, family of four in the main house, with everyone in their own bedroom, and then the creepy lone male in the basement. Now that’s a show.
I think the thing I loved best about the show is that it’s reliable. You can always count on the sappy music 9/10th of the way through, followed by one of Danny’s hugs. As regular as (pooping? My complaining? Ovaltine? These are just springing forth from some collective unconscious. I don’t even know).
But to conclude, where are they now? I heard Stephanie’s police officer husband didn’t know she was doing hard core drugs. Don’t think that would have been as easy to pull off in a house of nine, otherwise known as… a FULL HOUSE! Ba dum dum.
Nordicbitch
Then there’s Jesse, the brother of Danny’s dead wife, who whiles away his time in fantasy land still believing he can make it as a singer. I loved his band. They would always sing other bands’ songs, which made me laugh. That always bodes poorly for a band when they still can’t get it together to write a few lyrics for themselves after years of being together. And then I love when he marries Rebecca, Danny’s coworker, and they continue to live in the attic, even though she has a good job, in fact, the same job as Danny and could therefore afford a house just as nice as his. Children follow, which makes it even more fabulous. Family of four in the attic, basically all living in the same room, family of four in the main house, with everyone in their own bedroom, and then the creepy lone male in the basement. Now that’s a show.
I think the thing I loved best about the show is that it’s reliable. You can always count on the sappy music 9/10th of the way through, followed by one of Danny’s hugs. As regular as (pooping? My complaining? Ovaltine? These are just springing forth from some collective unconscious. I don’t even know).
But to conclude, where are they now? I heard Stephanie’s police officer husband didn’t know she was doing hard core drugs. Don’t think that would have been as easy to pull off in a house of nine, otherwise known as… a FULL HOUSE! Ba dum dum.
Nordicbitch
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