As a kid, TV sitcoms provided me with a window into a universe of "normal." Like an alien receiving TV broadcasts from Earth, I often made sense of my world through their familiar plots—the stable families, the "major" problems that wrapped up in under 23 minutes, the absence of the oven-cleaner-fueled violence that permeated most modern households.
About once per series, though, these idyllic sitcoms decided to make an LSD-induced sci-fi episode in which all of the characters acted bizarre and things totally lost control of sanity.
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