Tonight, after a much-anticipated and overly-delayed return, I was excited and overjoyed to finally watch what I can easily say was once of the most uncomfortable 30 minutes of television I’ve seen in a long, long time. I’m of course talking about The Office. Few things can make me squirm in my seat, laugh out loud to myself, and feel an overwhelming sense of embarrassment at the situations that unfold before me quite like Michael, Jim, Pam, Dwight and the rest of the Dunder Mifflin crew.

Honestly, not many shows can have the effect on people that this one is somehow able to deliver episode to episode. As we held our weekly Office-watching sessions, it wasn’t a rare sight to see my friends hiding their faces behind their hands or shirts as Michael Scott (perfectly portrayed by Steve Carell) made a complete and utter fool of himself to his paper-pushing minions.

My buddy Nick has finally fallen prey to one of the best, if not the best, television shows ever made: Arrested Development.

Aside from maybe Family Guy, I’ve never seen a show with such an abundance of quotable lines and memorable moments. Anyone that’s seen the show and loved it (a.k.a. everyone but Rebecca) knows exactly what you’re talking about when you drop such lines as “Illuuusions, dad!”, “I am an actoooor”, or make any mention of “Cornballing”. Who can forget Julia Louis-Dreyfus as blind / pregnant attorney Maggie Lizer, Goerge Michael’s uncontrollable obsession with his cousin Maeby, or Charlize Theron as the MRF (mentally retarded female) love interest of Michael? And hell, to this day, just saying Bob Loblaw’s Law Blog gets a laugh out of me. So why the hell did it only last 3 seasons on the air?

Simple. We’re all too dumb to get it. This show payed off for the constant viewer… the viewer that tuned in every week and actually paid attention to what was going on.

- A new section for shitty banner ads I’ve been collecting.
- Some more movie reviews I have on the back burner.
- More frequent posts.
- 20% more Riboflavin!

Well, Rebecca’s last day at Dynamic Edge has come and gone. I figured it was on it’s way once she told me she was studying up to get into grad school, and sure enough she’s off to do the whole schooling thing now. I hope she kicks some serious ass this summer in her Math classes… I probably couldn’t even make it through the first day without my head imploding. Math was never my strongest subject in school, yet I do remember SOHCAHTOA and FOIL! Ooooh, and how useful they have been to me. Math. Who needs it? Yeah, that’s right, people who aren’t me.

Though I wish her luck, I feel a tad bit jealous she won’t have to endure the next few post-rebz months with me as we search for a new marketing person at the wedge. I can just imagine this mass of marketing work building up and getting ready to either start flowing over the dam or breaking the whole damn thing right down and drowning me. I’m going to be busy.

4 8 15 16 23 42 ftw.

‘Lost‘ is back and as good as ever.

Having to wait for Thursdays every week is going to be torture…

Ah, the joys of hanging out in a hospital waiting room. It’s so incredibly splendid being surrounded by hot, uncomfortable, nervous people of all sorts as Judge Judy (or some snarky bitch-judge equivalent) blares on the ancient TV in the corner. These seats are very comfortable as well. I see they decided to go with the “let’s give everyone lower back problems so they have to come back and pay us to fix them next” models. If my dad wasn’t in surgery right now, I think I’d still be sitting here enjoying my day off of work. That’s how amazingly fun it is.