"There's No Place Like Home..."

Whoever uttered those words couldn't have been more wrong. Oh, how I wish I were back in Hong Kong or even Phnom Penh right now instead of here in Northern VA, in front of my computer, doing work so banal that sitting in a plane for 12 hours watching Martin Lawrence movies seems absolutely exhilarant by comparison.

Anyway, since I don't have the time, desire, or wherewithal to post anything interesting this week (too much catching up to do at home and work), I guess this is a good time to present the opening montage to the hit television series 227. As you may or may not know, this humble blog is the virtual manifestation of a little after-hours hangout we run off of U Street called "Cafe 227." Cafe 227, in turn, is an homage to this fine show, which in our estimation was the crowning creative achievement within a genre of comedy performance commonly known as the "sitcom" (i.e., "situational comedy") that was popular in the United States during the 1980s. ("Sitcoms" were eventually replaced with interminable episodes of American Idol.)

And why did we name our little nightery after this show, you ask? Well, among other reasons: (1) it was based in Washington, DC, and so are we; (2) the mantle falls off of the fireplace at the end of this montage, as does our mantle in real life; (3) the castmembers frequently congregated on their front stoop, as do we; and (4) I had a huge crush on Jackée when I was 10 years old (what boy growing up in the '80s didn't?).

Feel free to sing along if you remember the words...