Busy week=quick post. If any of you have the Netflix streaming service, I implore you to watch the new Ricky Gervais (The Office, Extras, etc.) comedy-drama Derek, which went live last month. Ricky Gervais plays Derek, a hard-working caretaker at a struggling British nursing home, along with his “best mates” Dougie and Kev, the former being the janitor, the latter not actually an employee, but a deadbeat who just hangs around the home drinking beer and courting the younger patients. Then there’s Hanna, Derek’s manager and possible, but surely destined-to-fail love interest. The most fascinating part about the show is Derek himself, though. On the surface, he seems disabled, but he’s not – Ricky Gervais himself says so. Derek is simply kind. Exceedingly kind. Too kind for his mates. It’s probably the most unconventional show I’ve ever seen. I’ve watched three of the seven episodes (it’s British TV – quality over quantity) and I’ve cried three times. It’s one of the saddest shows I’ve ever watched. But it’s a good sad, a detoxing kind of sad. And it’s funny as hell. I’m still processing the effect it’s had on me, though. So go watch it.