It all started last week when I was on break and, for once, had nothing to do. I noticed on Netflix that I had added Parks and Rec to my queue, and I thought, HEY! Now’s a good a time as any to start watching. I expected it to be funny and entertaining.
What I did not expect was to fall so completely in love with it that my inner dialogue now mimics a mix of Leslie Knope and Andy Dwyer. And Ron Swanson has easily become my new fictional character hero.
Part of what’s so fun about the show is that it takes place in Indiana. There’s a lot of midwestern humor in it, and certain references to Indianapolis that have made me split a hernia laughing (there was a great jab at the Pacers that I won’t repeat because it must be watched).
I love a show where I can’t quite pick my favorite character. I especially enjoy Tom Haverford’s weird sense of pop culture and obsession with high class living, including his ambitions to be a club owner and his iPod deck mounted on a Roomba (called DJ Roomba).
I know everyone ever is always pressuring their friends to watch this show or that show, but I’m serious this time. Watch Parks and Rec. New episodes start TOMORROW!! (We bought Hulu Plus just to catch up on Season 4, that’s how obsessed we are.)