"Do you have a listing for a Sharon Koppleman? That's 'K' like Koppleman, 'O' like Oppleman, 'P' like Poppleman, 'P' like Poppleman, 'L' like Loppleman." This was possibly the most ridiculous episode ever. I love it when Dr. Katz sings. "Guitar Pickin' Fool" is now one of my favorite songs ever. It works on so many levels. First you have the guitar pickin' fool. He's just chillin' with his guitar having a grand ole time. He's fresh out of guitar pickin' school, but he realizes something is missing. He needs a guitar pickin' gal to share his life and his guitar pickin' with. He's empty. He starts drinkin'. He's wasted. So he imagines his guitar pickin' woman and envisions their life together as a married guitar pickin' couple. Everything's great, but by the time he gets to the last line, which should be about a guitar pickin' kid (it's suggested), he realizes it's just a farce and he just starts drooling in his drunkeness. Brilliant really. Although I guess it really only works on one level. Well, let me see how far I can stretch this. One can venture to say that "Guitar Pickin' School" is really about the limitations of technology.

My friends and I were talking Katz the other day, and a few suggestions for the show came up:
Trafton said that when the show, God forbid, reaches it's final episode, Dr. Katz has to end up marrying Julie. Now, in light of recent developments, this does not seem so ridiculous. However, Trafton also said that Ben must end up marrying Laura, which is preposterous.

Lucc said that there needs to be a follow up episode to (I'm not sure of the official title) "Ben Katz, PI," where Ben tracks Laura to find out what she's been doing with her afternoons off. Except in this episode, Ben finds out that Laura is a closet cigarette smoker. Ben then takes up smoking to impress Laura. I think this could be a promising idea.

I think that a new character needs to be introduced - Johnson the doorman. This guy is Ben's age and is also a loser, but of a different kind. He holds down a job as a doorman in the Katz's apartment building, but has no ambition in life at all. He goes out to bars all the time to try to pick up women, but always fails. He is also always trying to get Ben to come out with him. "Come on Benny Boy, we need to get you hhhhhhuuuuuuwasted tonight! WOOOOOOOWHEEEEEEE!!! Whaddya say buddy? Some brews, some nice sweet college girls, we're gonna be so money baby!" The thing is that Ben kind of likes Johnson, but Dr. Katz thinks he's a bad influence. "Dad, you always are saying how I should get out and do something." "Well, Ben, I really don't think Johnson's the type of guy you want to go out and do something with." By the way, I'm realizing how brilliant this is, so it is officially copyrighted. All rights reserved and shit.

I love everything about the show. I love all the characters and I love all of their interactions. However, I’ve always thought that there was something. But tonight, I figured out what it was. Stanley and Ben need to meet, in the bar, drinking. They both seem to know everything about nothing. Or is it nothing about everything. Whatever it is, the two of them together talking after a few drinks would be absurd. They could talk about the Vietnamese Pot-Bellied Pig or French food or medieval catapults:

Ben: Hey Stanley, what do you know about medieval catapults?
Stanley: What don’t I know about medieval catapults?
Ben: I’ll tell you one thing.
Stanley: What’s that?
Ben: They were loud. And they did some serious damage.
Stanley: Is that so? I always thought that they were more for show then anything else. You know, a sort of a totemistic device.
Ben: What’s that?
Stanley: I have absolutely no idea. Sounds good though.
Ben: You know what else sounds good – another Zinfandel.
Stanley: On the beach?
Ben: How else?

Not great stuff, but you can see how quickly it would get really funny. I hope somebody important starts reading these things and recognizes my talent – of which I have none. The point is that I believe Ben and Stanley to be soul mates. The two could probably go on for hours of discourse so senseless as to be understood by no one, but found hilarious by all. Forget that, I have no point.