So, How Come No One Told Me Frasier Was So Damned Funny?

I've been watching reruns of Frasier on Lifetime. (Yes, Lifetime. You know what, you don't even know. So shut up.) (And besides, it's no longer Television for Women. It's My Story on Lifetime. So it could be my story, you know.) (Are you going to let me finish? ... Okay then.)

I have always been under the impression that Frasier has this hoity-toity humor that I wouldn't really appreciate. Not that I'm a low brow kinda guy. I have very high brows, thank you very much. So high, if fact, that everyone comments on my small forehead. Good thing I'm balding so it sort of augments that. Like Frasier!

Anyway, Frasier. I can honestly say there hasn't been an episode where I tried to stifle a burst of laughter and succeeded. The writing is just crisp and perfect, and the actors fit their characters to a T. Most of the episodes revolve around the strong ensemble cast. There hasn't been a huge trend of stunt casting. So far, Madonna hasn't put in an appearance yet. Hopefully she never does. Look, I have nothing against Madonna, but girlfriend can't act her way out of a condom paper bag.

Tonight's Episodes: Frasier is interviewed by a bunch of snotty teenagers on live radio. Ambushed on air, Frasier resorts to using dirt on them. Good times. The next one, Niles proposes to Daphne. Between the gay jokes about Frasier and Niles, to Marty fake admitting that he has erectile dysfunction, the jokes just wrote themselves. Bonus: Wolfgang Puck!