Friday, February 10, 2006

In Memoriam

A-Dub already did a great one of these at her blog but I thought I'd do one for the 42nd Floor.

ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT
November 2, 2003 - February 10, 2006

Here's to Arrested Development! Thanks for everything!


For the times that made us try to cry...


...and reminding us that it's okay to make huge mistakes...


That sometimes our cousin really is just some girl we know...

...and to respect the No Touching policy.



For reminding us to let our hair down...


...and that there's still plenty of meat on even the barest of bones...


...and to make eye-contact...

...and not to make faces...

Thanks for teaching us that sometimes things don't always go quite like we hope...



...and to not respond to questions we don't understand...

...and that sometimes it's okay to be a little cornball.


But most of all...that there's no place like home.

3 comments:

Bibb Leo File said...

And so passes another great, admirable attempt to make that drooling zombie-hoard called the American television audience think about its comedy. Maybe Edward R. Murrow was right; maybe we have let television make us complacent and unthinking. Oh well, enough of that . . . let's see what's on the tube.

The Cliff said...

A large sad tear just landed between the B and the N key on Van Baker's work key board. (secretly I hope it sticks as he is typing some importand document for the TinyTown Arts community). Thanks for all the memories...and the ILLUSIONS "Arrested Development". I for one will miss you.

Fork said...

That reminds me, I also wanted to thank A.D. for teaching us that:

Justice is blind.

A trick is something a whore does for money.

You should always take doctors literally.

You should exercise cultural sensitivity (insert picture of G.O.B.'s chicken dance here).

Hermano means brother in Spanish.

It's possible to base an entire season on "jumping the shark" (a.k.a. doing crazy things to get people to watch).

You can't say "blah blah blah" without thinking of Bob Loblaw.

When you hear the name "George Michael" you no longer think of the singer-songwriter, but a hopelessly awkward teenager who's in love with his cousin.