Welcome to Monday Morning Commute. This is the column where we all slow down enough to talk about what we’re enjoying on a given week. Me? How am I doing? Why, how kind of you to ask! As you may or may not know, I work on a college campus. And this week I’m lucky enough to enjoy the week off between Spring and Summer semesters. I’m going to spend the next seven days trying to figure out what that fuck I’m going to be teaching in a month, watching The Most Ill of all Bro Movies, and throwing a party at my new apartment. It’ll be a good week.
I’ve been trying to play it pretty cool about the new season of Arrested Development. Telling myself it won’t be as good. Telling myself it doesn’t mean as much to me as it really does. Unfortunately, this trailer blows the bung hole out of my feigned disaffection. Sweet Golem Titties, the revival is only two weeks away.
Want some more Arrested Development? Next month for that, yo. Want some character posters for the upcoming season? That I can do, friendo. Hit the jump.
May 26th is when gluttonous fat-faced television consumption is going to be happening across the Inter-Webs stream. Netflix has announced that such a date will be known as the day when Arrested Development roared up out of oblivion. None shall have the power to deny returning to the life of one of television’s favorite cult gatherings.
Fuck yes. Every once in a while, I recall that Arrested Development is getting a fourth season. In these brief moments of mental illumination, a tingling feeling engulfs my genitals. Quietly, they hum with the consolation of a temporarily beautiful universe. Now that I know both Kristen Wiig and Seth Rogen are guest starring in season four, said humming and glowing will feel even more fantastical.
Of course you want pictures of the Arrested Development cast back together. Don’t stunt.
All hands on deck!
It appears that Spaceship Omega has inadvertently veered off course. Somehow, perhaps because Navigator Burton fell asleep after drinking too many Pepsi-and-gasoline cocktails, we have slipped into a pocket of spacetime usually avoided at all costs. That’s right, folks, batten down the hatches and brace yourselves! We’re headed right for it!
The beginning of the workweek!
As wave after wave of ennui, minutiae, and stress wash over us, we can rest assured. For every passenger of Spaceship Omega has a spot in the refuge known as the MONDAY MORNING COMMUTE! What is this sanctuary, you ask? Well, this is where I take the time to show you the various bits of entertainment and mind-drivel I’ll be using to survive the onslaught of real-world responsibilities. Then, you hit up the comments section and tell us which floatation device you’ll be clinging to when your ass is tossed into the Ocean of Obligation.
Yes, beneath the half-baked metaphors and bleeding-heart-on-my-sleeve hyperbole, it’s folks tryin’ to point one another in the direction of cool shit.
Oh no! Another wave! Let’s do this!
Lest you hath fucking forgotten, there is more Arrested Development coming to this world. It’s easy to forget, since after the announcement that the show was being revived by Netflix nothing much has been heard. Friends, fear not. It is coming. Hungry for more details? Show creator Mitch Hurwitz can sate your needs.
Talk about a fucking coupe de grace. While I feel like the last person in the world who actually enjoys Netflix, I think there’s going to be some good will coming its way. They’ve landed the exclusive rights to air new Arrested Development episodes.
I didn’t believe that we were ever going to get an Arrested Development movie. For some reason the Good Lords have decided to smile on us, blessing us not only with a movie but with another fucking season of television? Can it be?