Let’s take a break from cerebral musings for a while, shall we?
That’s right. We gon’ lighten shit up with a television show.
Now, then: Can we please talk about Workaholics?
I never have a chance to actually watch these episodes on T.V. Actually, I’m lying. I have the time, but I’m just too easily distracted and I end up doing something else instead and missing this comedic gold that so appeals to my low vibe entertainment needs. Either way, it works out well for me for two reasons: One is that I can pause it whenever I want when I wait and see it online.
The other’s that by the time I sit down to be passively entertained by unrealistic narratives, I usually turn it into a marathon of me laughing into my own drool until it’s the next day, I’ve missed five deadlines, and my pet Bengal Tiger I just had flown in last week and forgot to feed has died of starvation. The worst part is that there are no more episodes to watch as I don’t even know who this person in the mirror is anymore.
Sometimes in these moments, I like to think that person is Adam DeMamp.
Because, well, he’s awesome as story characters go.
I seriously love this guy. No idea what his real name is. Not gonna ruin the illusion either by looking it up and confirming that he’s a real person who speaks eloquently in interviews and probably has more degrees than I do.
Nope. Pure divine DeMamp fantasy for this chick.
I mean, everyone does an amazing job in this series. The concept of clueless losers in a dead end job is made hilarious not only by the false confidence they seem to have in their own non-logic, but also by the confidence and consistency in eachother’s non-logic.
While the stoner (Blake) and the pseudo-intellectual (Ders) are fantastic, I feel like the show would never have been the same without Adam’s characteristic reactions to life’s foibles.
There’s the DeMamp scream that I’m all but sure sealed at least one half of the deal for him during auditions (assuming the whole show wasn’t made for him, which I often like to believe it was).
There’s the smile squint – that often belies some inner turmoil following the exposure of his lack of masculinity or ability to fit in.
And when he can’t hide that hurt anymore, taking home the prize is the other half of what I assume was his audition-sealing deal. The infamous DeMamp ugly cry face:
And that’s exactly the face I make if I watch and laugh at this show for too long.
Which is why I took a break from today’s marathon session – to write this.