Happy 12th Night, friends! This is it, the twelfth day of Christmas, kiddies. I hope you all get your twelve drummers drumming. I mailed them on Monday.
"The Office" continues to be the best show on American television. The past few episodes (one penned by original Office creators, Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant; another directed by Harold Ramis) have been the smartest, funniest of a very funny season. Last night's was no exception. The show is smart, funny, and, most importantly, radically different type of sitcom. The scene of Pam crying in the hall almost killed me, but crystalizes what I love so much about the show. The writers have enough faith in the audience to leave the subtext of the scene as subtext. There was no overt explanation for her crying, no talking head segment "I was sad because..."
I just found out that one of my co-workers at the UM Press has become addicted to the show. In the words of Tommy, "'come to my lair' said the spider to the fly."
Listening to: Beta Band's "Dry the Rain" on repeat. Spray on dust IS the greatest thing.