My life is sad, but I'm watching season 3 of the Office and wondering how I went the entire summer without it.
I know some charlatans think the British version is better, but as far as I'm concerned there's nothing better than the mass awkwardness caused by Michael Scott and the complete assery of Dwight.
And who can forget the creepiness of Creed? "I'm not offended by homosexuality. In the 60's, I made love to many, many women. Often outdoors... in the mud and the rain. And it's possible a man slipped in. There would be no way of knowing."
When it goes off the air I'm thinking mass suicide or possibly the coming of the apocalypse.
Dwight Schrute: Someone forged medical information, and that's a felony.
Jim Halpert: OK, Whoa, all right 'cause that's a pretty intense accusation. How do you know that they're fake?
Dwight Schrute: [reading from a sheet] Uh, Leprosy, Flesh Eating Bacteria, Hot Dog Fingers, Government Created Killer Nano Robot Infection.
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Most people would say this is a matter of opinion, but they would be wrong: the BBC version destroys the American version.
Sorry, it's a fact. Gareth Keenan invetigated it.
"Under weaknesses, you've listed eczema."
-Dennis
The American version is better than most American comedies, but it's hard to compete with the sheer mayhem of Wernham Hogg's "training day."
And Ricky Gervais is a force of nature as David Brent.
He tries to pass off a song he wrote about Princess Di as something he wrote for Dawn, the secretary.
waaassssssssup?
I must add that I was obsessed with the American version. Then I rented the British one. For starters, the American version is a complete rip-off of the British one. And the british one's better, you just have to give it a chance. It's brilliant.
BTY I'm happy to see you have a blog. Who knew?
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