Bleeding Fiction

For years, I've called Scrubs my favorite show that I never watch, and it's true. I love the show, absolutely love it, but for whatever reason I've never ended up watching it regularly. Honestly? I think I've only ever seen maybe three episodes. But even still I love it.

So it's to my infinite joy that Comedy Central has decided to show Scrubs in syndication twice nightly (back-to-back, starting at 7pm), from the start of the series. They're showing it, too, on the station that is the unholy love-child of the WB and UPN; the same episodes, but at 6 and 10. I'm hopelessly addicted.

Here's the premise: Three young doctors are interning at a hospital. Hilarity ensues. Now here's what it's about: being surreal. Take this situation: the main character, J.D., tells a patient that she's got to go on dialysis or else die. She chooses death. Into her room walks a delivery guy, asks J.D. to sign for a ton of bricks. Distracted, J.D. signs. The delivery guy steps back. Bricks fall from the sky and bury J.D. (Follow up joke: "Can I get my pen back?") Then a quick cut and we're back to the conversation.

And if that weren't enough, the whole thing is set up earlier in the show by the delivery guy standing prominently in the background. The show's damn smart, in other words.

Scrubs also treats its music importantly. Early in one episode, two doctors in surgery are arguing over what song to put on while they operate. The song is then either playing in the background or sung by a character at various points throughout the episode.

The whole cast is perfect, but I only want to talk about two people. First up, Zach Braff. The dude wrote, directed, produced and starred in Garden State, which is not only where he's from but also one of my favorite movies. Ever. Dude's riding pretty high on my list of awesomest people in the world. Second, there's Sarah Chalke, who I'm weirded out to know was the second Becky on Rosanne. However, she's adorable and awkward and very, very cute in Scrubs. So that's okay.

Okay, I'm done gushing now.

Except for one thing: sound effects. When someone turns quickly, or when someone checks their watch, there's a noise not unlike the snap of a whip. Though I'm doubtful, I hope that you understand the produndity of the next thing I type: It's just like Parker Lewis Can't Lose. 'Nuff said.