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I am currently waayy under employed. I spend my days emailing my resume and cover letters out to any job I am remotely qualified for. Because almost NO company wants you to call or stop by I can easily email my resume to 15 well researched positions in all of an hour. Two if I take a Diane Rehm break.

This leaves me with a lot of free time on my hands. I exercise, I read, I trash my kitchen making food and still it's usually only noon at this point. So like all good Americans, I have started watching TV. On the Internet. After a few 12 hour day-nights of watching every available episode of Bones, Family Guy, American Dad, House, and Fringe available on Hulu I was done. I had nothing left to watch. So, I ventured outside of the "most popular" section of Hulu. I wanted well crafted smart television. Or at least something funny. And since I was spending an embarrassing amount of time watching said shows I needed to find shows with the complete series available.



It's like "Friends" but without all those haircuts
Which brings me to "Peep Show".  (<- that takes you right to the entire series on hulu.com)

Peep Show is quirky point-of-view British comedy that is still on the air in England today. Jez and Mark are two friends who share Mark's flat in London. Mark is the responsible job having guy who enjoys historical re-enactments, LARP, and whining about women over lager.

Jez is a perpetually out of work musician/bum who, along with his best bandmate-turned-crack-cocaine-addict Super Hans keep Mark (and half of the women in London) on their toes. Super Hans' character seems to be a much older, less articulate version of Russel Brand.


Check the show out. And enjoy this clip of Russell's stand up.

I'll be posting more British telly that you should check out soon.

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