I’m a victim of time travelling humour.
Note that this isn’t humour about time travel, just a random sentence about a concept considered true at the time. Infallible, actually.
But when introduced to the line & its delivery after the concept was soundly debunked, this sentence’s earnest, plaintive appeal to rekindle a romance is really goddamn hilarious.
Seriously – I laughed so loud & long I scared my cats.
See, I’m nine years late watching season three of Queer as Folk (2003 airdate). The first season was really strong, but the second flagged, so I put off the third in favour of consuming other entertainment products. Anyway.
I don’t even need to set it up; your knowledge of the past decade will do the heavy lifting. From the end of Episode 4, ‘Brat-Sitting’:
Ted: I suggest we take Dear Abs’ advice & get our own place. A space big enough for you to feng shui your heart out. And or me to close the door & try & hit a high C along with Pavarotti if I want to. In fact, I was thinking of a house.
Emmett: A house?
Ted: With a backyard, & rooms or you to decorate.
Ted: It’s the best investment one can make. And besides being a great deduction, it’s a proven hedge against inflation & an unstable economy. So, what do you say?
It’s like 2003 reached out & tickle fucked me till I pooped my pants.