Laughter and Romance

As I watch more television, I have questions I do not seem to understand. There are certain programs, as I understand it, that are “live,” as in they are currently happening, such as new programs and some of my dear cooking shows. These programs seem to exist with the purpose of some interactivity, though it baffles me because there is no way for me as the viewer to respond to any of the people in these programs. As accomplished as I feel at learning to grill up a marinated pork roast, I feel rather silly talking back to the television.

Which brings up another thing. Some of these programs I am seeing have random bits of laugher echoing from the screen, yet I can see no one laughing. For instance, thanks to my sisters sudden interest in the males of this planet and her insistence that I should “date,” I have attempted to study more on this local notion of romance. Thus, I was watching this interesting romantic program called “Mike and Molly,” which concerns from what I can understand the only two large people who live in a city full of small people, and said couple’s genetic necessity to copulate. It all seems to make perfect sense except their mating ritual is continually interrupted by laughter coming from some unseen people. From where does that laughter originate?

Perhaps these laughing people are unseen because they are so small, thus their need to ridicule even larger people. This is sad to me because Mike and Molly seem to be quite pleasant people. I still do not have a grasp on human comedy. I am sure there is some humorous element I am missing, but then I was trained to be an analyst. Madison understands human behavior much better than I do. Still I do not understand where the laughter could be coming from. I certainly hope these unseen ridiculers do not suddenly surround me.

In other developments, my sister has been “seeing” an as yet unnamed human boy. According to Douglas, who has become quite a reliable source of information to my surprise, Madison has gone on several dates with this boy, including spending time with him after school. I do not like it, and Douglas seems almost as concerned as I am. For the time being, I can trust him to get to the bottom of this.