Can't wait to get arrested... again

I wish May 26 was a weekday so I could call in sick to work.  Instead I'm going to spend the day with the most dysfunctional family I know... by choice. 

I've been accused for years of having a dark and twisted sense of humor.  Maybe my fae friends are right, but humans are no better.  There is a huge off-kilter community of those who share my enjoyment of all that is wrong and disturbing as is evidenced by the improbable resurrection of my favorite 'sitcom'

—Arrested Development.

For those who don't know about it...well...it's not only aberrant in every way imaginable, but is wryly narrated by the most wholesome man in Hollywood—Opie! AKA Ron Howard.

Set in Newport Beach in Southern California... or as locals dub it, NewPorsche Beach, the show is full of quips that will appeal to neighborhood folks with over-the-top archetypes most everyone can recognize, and yet still guffaw at.  In addition to jumpstarting the careers of Michael Cera and Will Arnett, the show pumped fresh blood into the careers of Jason Bateman and Jessica Walters.  Bateman has been busy ever since, and Cera's persona has become his shtick.  In fact, every person in the cast is stellar, even the visiting celebs such as Liza Minnelli, Henry Winkler, Carl Weathers, Scott Baio and never-nude Zach Braff.

I know this is a very serious blog compared to my normal fae fare, but that's because I take AD very very seriously.  On 26 May, 2013.... the day that Netflix releases all of Season 4 simultaneously... a day that will live in legend and song, I will get my stew on, celebrating the too-long awaited return of the Bluth family with faerie cake, champagne and a turned-off cel phone. Vive les Bluths!