I've been unemployed and I've been mercilessly hooked on soap operas and Dan Savage. I've obsessed over pie and I've known way too much 90210 trivia. But I've never, ever pulled it off with this kind of panache. Or at least with as many poop jokes. I mean, poop jokes that actually make you laugh rather than roll your eyes at the hubs or thank God you are past the infant explosion days.
Byrne Unit, though, does all that up right. I'm not just saying that because blogging partners ELB and Briantologist are from Chicago, either. It is, however, because of the meticulously detailed soap opera wrap-ups that make me crave a 48-ounce Diet Dr. Pepper and skipping class in the afternoon to see if Tad really is the father of Brooke's child on All My Children, just like I did freshman year of college. Of course, those viewings were probably also followed by a Power Hour of shots of King Cobra to wipe away the despair that we wouldn't actually find out Brooke's baby's paternity until Monday, but still, it makes me crave. Fortunately, I can read up on all my daytime TV on Byrne Unit and skip the shots of malt beer.
Dig through Byrne Unit and I know you will laugh, love and occasionally cock your head at the screeen as you try to understand what the hell they are talking about. But once you get it or give up, I am pretty sure you will laugh. Or at least feel more informed about the details of when the Marlena's demonic possession and how to nurture an unhealthy and un-helpable obsession with Steve from Blue's Clues. And really, won't that make a difference in your day?
