Monday, May 20, 2013

I’ll Never Look At Life—Or Copy Paper—The Same Way Again: The Beautiful, Broken Vision Of “The Office”



“I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good ol’ days before you’ve actually left them.” ~Andy Bernard


And thusly, not with a guffaw but a sniffle, “The Office” ended.

The emotions came freely for me, which was both expected and unexpected. Cheesy as it is to say, this innovative sitcom with a heart was always more than a show to me. So in a sense, it very much felt as if a chapter is closing not only in television, but in my life.

Along the course of its nine-year run, some elements of the plotline so closely mirrored situations that were simultaneously occurring in my personal life that they become a source of both pain and humor. “The Office” always provided a degree of relatability for old coworkers, as well as a point of common ground in establishing relationships at new jobs. Dunder-Mifflin Infinity offered an easy way to burn hours at dead-end jobs, and some arcs even informed ideas at more-inspiring opportunities.

Like life itself, “The Office” offered painful goodbyes and bittersweet relationships, monumental life changes and career adjustments, loves and heartaches, laughter and tears, dreams and misses—sometimes all in the same episode.

I think we all saw some small -- or large -- piece of ourselves in every character. In Michael’s desire to keep fighting against the tide, Jim’s ability to find humor in somber situations, Pam’s unwillingness to give up on her dreams, Dwight’s fight to spread his worldview, Angela’s hope to hide from the world, Kevin’s inability to accept how others view him, Oscar’s search for normalcy in an unstable environment, Stanley’s pursuit of just making it by, Phyllis’s pull to mother everyone, Meredith’s wish to drink her way through the day, Darrell’s constant chase of what comes next, Ryan’s lessons learned from unchecked ambition, Kelly’s insufferable enslavement at the hands of pop culture, Toby’s struggles to fit in and express himself, Todd Packer’s complete and utter Todd Packer-ness, Erin’s fight to put a happy face on everything, Andy’s need for affirmation, and Creed’s ... well, I don’t think any of us saw anything of ourselves in Creed. At least, I hope not.

That’s a long way of seeing that, for the self-aware set, there was always something to learn from “The Office.” Maybe it was a lesson about office behavior. Perhaps it was a moral about interpersonal relationships. Or an instruction on an unwillingness to settle or an acknowledgment of dreams or the courage to share your heart. And maybe, just maybe, it was an openness to be taught to fly.

So much more than a sitcom and so much less than perfect, “The Office” was a celebration of the mundane and a plea to embrace the area of our lives where we spend most of our time. An urge to find the comedy inside the drudgery, the laughter inside the enigma, the pearl inside an oyster made of copy paper.

More than anything, this amazing series moved every one of your emotions, while making you laugh—long and hard.

And that is exactly what she said.

Friday, May 17, 2013

Limerick Friday LXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXIII: “The Office” Winds Down With Emotion, Plus Control The Order Of The Day On “Mad Men”


Dwangela arrived again
Andy said farewell, then
Dreams being chased
Memories can’t be erased
“The Office’s” graceful end

Angelina Jolie’s breast cancer scare
Preventative technique if you dare
Brave and inspiring to her followers
But must have many dollars
To receive this researched care

The politics of hate
Won’t ever seem to abate
Sit back and hear a story
Of a disastrous governor McCrory
Making a laughingstock of our state

Lied about the marshal’s flop
Sparred with Garcia, what a joke
Then won the Players on a choke
But the bad form just won’t stop

By his Mom Pete gets fenced in
As RFK and the merger cause tension
Don loses Sylvia through S&M
Gets Ted drunk from stern to stem
And who the fuck is Bob Benson?


Thursday, May 16, 2013

Abercrombie & Bitch



Some good shite in here, from finding Abercrombie & Fitch duds in the "douchebag section" of the thrift store and comparing the CEO to "old Biff" from "Back to the Future."

Carry on ...

Friday, May 10, 2013

Limerick Friday LXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXII: State’s No. 23 Reaches College Football Hall of Fame, Plus “Mad Men” Makes Up for Slow Start with More Roger



Scored touchdown after touchdown
As a running back of renown
Now he’s a Hall of Famer
The Wolfpack’s ultimate gamer
Congrats to the incomparable Ted Brown

A little late on this, y’all
RIP to Pat Summerall
Liked Cutty and water, I think
But Madden would drive us all to drink
Kept it classy as the voice of football

A bittersweet day of the year
A laugh, a sigh, a tear
Miss my mom every second
Memories always beckoned
Happy Mother’s Day, dear

Roger uses a stewardess boff
Don tells Jag to F off
Megan gives a hummer
And in quite a stunner
SCDP merges without a scoff

Peg kisses her boss
Pete’s marriage a total loss
Saw his father-in-law with a ‘ho
Joan tells Don where he can go
Lots happened on “Mad Men,” hoss


Friday, May 03, 2013

Limerick Friday LXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI: Heels’ New Rings Sized By Lennay Kekua, Plus “Mad Men” Takes On Enormous Societal Issues



A UNC-Cheat ring with a fake gem
There’s a rip in the cover-up hem
An imaginary division crown
They’ve got the Carolina Way down
Manti T’eo thinks reality eludes them

A storyline that’s thrilling
An atmosphere that’s chilling
Like “Twin Peaks” with more grit
And fewer midgets and shit
Totally absorbed by “The Killing”

A few days at the beach
Brings peace you can’t teach
Salt wind on the shore
Brings memories you can’t ignore
Scratches an itch you can’t always reach

With the picks, there’s not much to bicker
Of hope, the ‘Fins now have a flicker
A bold tradeup for a sack-happy dude
No receivers sorta ruined the mood
And did we really just draft a freaking kicker?
 
Racial overtones abound
Everywhere, internal strife’s found
Don at war with his childhood
As a father and husband, no good
“Mad Men” now more dark than profound

Last time

Monday, April 22, 2013

Misplaced Perspective Causes Neville's “Collusion” To Fail To Reach Elevated Expectations





“If he won’t tell me, why in God’s name would he tell you?”
“Fegan said, ‘Because I’ll ask harder.’”

There’s no question that Northern Ireland is fertile ground for crime fiction, and renowned author Stuart Neville revisits that territory in his highly anticipated novel “Collusion,” which is peppered with references to the political dealings that continue to dominate a generation after the Troubles.

A sequel to the much-heralded “Ghosts of Belfast” (which earned the No. 4 spot for the 2011 Scooties Awards), this book has a plot that follows three different stories: troubled copper Jack Lennon (“Some said that when you’re on your deathbed, it’d be the things you didn’t do that you’d regret. Lennon knew that was a lie.”); the Traveler, an unstoppable assassin; and Gerry Fegan, who represents what passes for an Irish superhero. Unfortunately, the otherworldly Fegan is relegated to the background through most of this story, and in my estimation, this book is never quite able to overcome that editorial decision.

Fegan’s old nemesis, Bull O’Kane, has managed to track down the elusive Fegan Stateside (“ ... he loved New York ... This city had no memory. No one cared who he was, what he’d done. He could walk through the crowds, as clean as the next man, his guilt buried.”), where our hero has escaped to allow would-be girlfriend Marie McKenna and her daughter Ellen to live their lives in relative peace and security. Enter the ominously named Traveler, who threatens all of that, plus Lennon, who had a bit role in the first book as McKenna’s former husband.

Along the way, the Traveler repeatedly gets the best of Fegan, resulting in an eye-opening bit of myth-busting. It’s a bit difficult to see a more vulnerable, weakened Fegan at work, though it is hinted that the exertions of the first book and his isolation have taken some toll on him.

“I can’t,” Fegan said. “I’m tired. I want to sleep. That was all I ever wanted. To sleep.”

Without giving away too much, one of the key characters makes a not-very-believable miraculous bid to cling to life, perhaps paving the way for a third book.

This novel features short chapters, and as a result is a rather quick read. However, that makes for less time to explain the intangible and emotional connections between Fegan, Marie and Ellen. One of the unexplored areas, to me, was the psychic connection between Fegan and Ellen, which seemed to me a bit of a lost opportunity on Neville’s part.

“She was safe.
“That was the most important fact in his world now, the one thing that made tomorrow better than yesterday, and he clung to it like a pillow in his sleep.”

While “Collusion” made for entertaining reading, it simply didn’t have the breadth, deeper meaning or resonance of “Ghosts of Belfast.” The lack of soul, for lack of a better word, within this novel made it more “just” a crime mystery story—though Neville’s writing talents make that work to a more-than-passable extent.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Limerick Friday LXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX: A Masters Finish For The Ages, Plus Pete Campbell Is No Don Draper



Adam Scott avenged a British Open gag
Cabrera had his son on the bag
He swung hard, then smoked a heater
And Tigger was outed as a cheater
But Scott finally raised an Aussie flag

A race of self-affirmation
On a day of celebration
‘Til cowards ruined the day
And forced innocents to pay
Who are we now as a nation?

The final few days before 40
For this honorary Geordie
Yet the beach beckons
All worth it, I reckons
Don’t feel it, thank the lordy

Plenty of options for the ‘Fins
The draft has me on needles and pins
A tackle for the line?
A corner would be fine
Even a pass rusher (just no Ted Ginns!)

Flashbacks to Don’s preggers Mom nailed
Pete tried to be suave and failed
Megan had a miscarriage
Then confided in Sylvia about marriage
Heinz and Jag accounts may have sailed