I am going to slowly bring bsck non-Benji topics into this blog.
The British "The Office" -- which I saw series 2 and the specials of this week -- is so awesome I decided to watch give the American version another chance last night. Um. That was not so awesome, Dawn's (or whoever's) subtle relaying of Gareth's (or whoever's) condition to his paramour (or whatever) notwithstanding. Tell me, Annie: Is this kind of ultrabroad comedy -- foot burned in a George Foreman Grill, concussion makes Gareth proxy a nicer person -- par for the course for the American version?
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
