I didn’t pay much attention when the internet went abuzz with all the news about Grant Morrison’s Image series Happy was going to be adapted into a TV series. By the way, I am so sorry that I forgot who the artist for Happy was, and my search engine is unfortunately on the fritz today, but I think it was the same guy who did those Avengers books for the Marvel Now! initiative a few years ago. Damn, I really can’t remember, but this guy is popular.

But, going back to Syfy’s adaptation of the Happy series, I would have to say that I found it to be better than what I initially expected. Now, hold on, you overzealous butt wipes: I only said it was better than I expected, and I wasn’t really expecting all that much from this. Suffice it to say that where I initially thought Happy was just going to be a show I’d watch one episode of, scoff at, then forget that it ever existed, I am a bit pleasantly surprised to find it to be the kind of show that is moderately enjoyable, the kind that I can watch without committing to it too much and only forgetting about it every other week or so. And no, that’s not a jibe at the show; that’s a compliment. After all, sneers and scoffs are always worse than being able to elicit a chuckle or two every once in a while.

Okay, so what makes Happy enjoyable to me? Primarily, it’s how ridiculous the whole show is, from the premise of an ex-cop turned hitman who gets duped by a floating blue unicorn voiced by Patton Oswalt to scenes where some weirdo appears out of nowhere and starts jerking off beside the main character. This has me thinking, though: do I like Happy or do I just like to see public masturbation on TV? In any case, that’s what got me interested in the show enough to check it out whenever there’s nothing else to do or no good movie around.

Now, given the size of the internet, I’m pretty sure that it’s impossible for me to scour through all the comments and reviews about Happy. But, I would have to say that I am glad (see how I avoided a stupid pun there?) that I have not encountered any headlines claiming that this show is edgy, or at least not yet. Because if anyone says that this show is edgy, then that person is probably some time travelling idiot from the 90s who just had one too many bottles of Mountain Dew. Happy is not edgy, not in this world where we’re living in right now. Had it been a couple of decades ago, though, right before Quentin Tarantino decided to barrage theaters with his characters’ long-ass standoffs and shit, then it would have been.

Right now, though, Happy is just the kind of show you’d enjoy while something like Game of Thrones is off the air. And that’s not a bad thing.