Sunday, September 17, 2017

God, The Devil, and Bob 1.3 - Date From Hell

Plot: While God tries to lift the spirits of the community with various cheesy acts like double rainbows and unseasonably pleasant weather, the Devil stews over Bob's lack of fear and respect for him. The final straw comes when Bob dismisses him as annoying and kicks him out of the car. The Devil's revenge comes in the form of Jordon, a 13 year old boy at Megan's school she's interested in. As it turns out, Jordon is the Devil in disguise, something only Bob is aware of. Which makes all his attempts to keep Megan from dating him come off as either a) crazy, or b) typical Dad not being able to accept his little girl growing up stuff. As it is, Bob is no match for Megan by herself, let alone with Donna running interference.

Ultimately, the Devil abandons his hopes of getting Megan to surrender her soul to Evil in the face of the reality that 13 year old girls are too depressing for even the Prince of Darkness to deal with. And so Megan deals with her first time being dumped, and with her dad tackling a different boy and stuffing garlic down his throat in front of everyone. Ah well, I'm sure her therapist will be able to help her out in 30 years or so.

Quote of the Episode: God - 'The trick is to inspire without being too heavy-handed. That way the atheists don't feel left out.' Aw gee God, you're the swellest.

Smeck Smacks: 0 (7 overall).

Other: At one point, Bob asks God the question I imagine most people would get around to at some point: Why is there evil in the world? God's response is apparently deeply moving, but we don't hear it because a train goes by at the moment at drowns out everything except '. . . like a cork circling the drain.' Extrapolate from that what you will.

The most disturbing part of the episode is when God, while discussing how he wanted beings in this universe to have free will, casually mentions he originally made a universe of puppets. Then he got bored with it, and it collects dust under his bed. That's kind of terrifying. Imagine being the group of multiversal explorers who stumble into that world. Full of people sitting there, dead to the world, waiting for someone to manipulate them. Well, I know what's going to be in my nightmares for awhile.

One of God's gifts to Detroit was for one day, service at the DMV was both swift and friendly. I don't think I've really had bad experiences at the DMV. The lady who did my driver's test was kind of harsh, deducted points for some real petty bullshit, and as my dad noted, she wore her dark cop sunglasses for the test on a cloudy day, so definitely taking herself too seriously, but I passed, so I guess she can gets her kicks however she wants. But other than that, I haven't experienced worse service there than at most any other understaffed government building.

Anyway, the point was the DMV had a mascot called Mr. Motor, which was David Caruso. Which means this was after he inexplicably left NYPD Blue thinking he'd be a big movie star, but before he bounced back by removing sunglasses as he uttered ridiculous lines on CSI Miami. But I remember a lot of people making jokes about him back in the day. Kyle on South Park shouting to Ike, 'Do your David Caruso impression!' and Ike jumps out of a spaceship and plummets to the Earth.

Last week, I discussed the weird poster Andy had of the car with him standing in front of it. Megan, on the other hand, has herself a Nietzsche poster. That could mean a lot of things I suppose. What did he say about self-justification? Doing terrible things but it's OK because you did them, while it's not OK when someone else does them? I think the breaking point for the Devil was when she was going on about someone talking about her behind her back, but that person was only doing so because Megan had been talking about her, but oh Megan had to say those things.

It's amazing any teenager survives to adulthood without being murdered by their parents.

2 comments:

SallyP said...

Having two daughters, I can certainly vouch for the fact that 13year old girls will indeed drive one to insanity. Middle School teachers should get combat pay!

This does sound like a hoot however.

CalvinPitt said...

During my brief stint as a substitute teacher, I specified I was only available for high school gigs. They're sullen and uncooperative, but also sleepy. No way I was dealing with rambunctious and defiant junior high kids.