Writer’s Block And Netflix
Some days I’m all fired up to write. Other days I spend a lot of time staring blankly at the computer screen.
Today was one of those uninspired days. Maybe it was the rain.
So I went to the Drudge Report - the column on the far right where the freaky stories reside - to look for something interesting.
Here’s what I found:
“Exploding Vape Pen Kills Man.”
“Pack of Weiner Dogs Maul Woman To Death.”
“Three Tourists Confirmed As First Global Cases of Super Gonorrhea.”
“Snap: Angry Lady Poops on Tim Horton’s Floor. Flings at Staff.”
No thanks.
I suppose I could weigh in on the carnage in Gaza. The tensions with North Korea. Or the Russian probe.
In case y’all aren’t depressed enough.
Or, I could write something really fast and head to Netflix to keep binge watching the current Seinfeld series, "Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee."
Splendid idea. It think I’ll do that.
Here’s the thing, I never watched “Seinfeld” when the hit sitcom was on TV from 1989 to 1998.
Not once.
I was busy. When the show premiered I was pregnant, had a one-year-old and a full-time job. By the time it went off the air I had a 10-year-old, a 9-year-old, a poodle, an ailing mother and a full-time job.
Shoot, I should have watched Seinfeld back then. I could have used the laughs.
Jerry Seinfeld, as I discovered later, is a very funny man. His observational humor is low-key and kinda sweet. Best of all, he’s mostly apolitical. A rarity.
Last week, as I was scrolling through new offerings on Netflix - and wondering why I pay for this service that never seems to have anything I want to watch - I stumbled on Seinfeld's latest. This is a 10-season web series of short shows - 12 to 20 minutes each - featuring Seinfeld taking his friends out for coffee.
He picks them up in vintage cars and spends the first few minutes of every episode describing in detail the rare Porsche or Triumph that he’s borrowed for the occasion. Or, in the case of Sarah Jessica Parker, the 1976 Ford LTD Country Squire station wagon, exactly like the one my family had, complete with the phony wood paneling and the cramped little way-back seats that face each other.
First Jerry’s guests rave about the car, then they jump in and head somewhere for coffee.
The banter is fun. A lagniappe at the end of a hectic day.
Ask yourself, would you rather watch the gloomy cable news or see Chris Rock and Seinfeld get a speeding ticket in a 1969 Lamborghini P400 S Miura - “The most beautiful car ever designed”?
That’s what I thought. And that’s where I’m headed.
