Showing posts with label The Office. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Office. Show all posts
Sunday, November 11, 2007
One more episode of The Office.
I have been distressed over the past few weeks about an end coming to my beloved Office. (At least for the season and no longer) This Thursday is to be the last episode for the season unless the strike is resolved soon. I'm a little annoyed. Who am I annoyed at? I dunno. Everyone says, "Support the writers." and etc. but actually I'm a little annoyed at them too. Is it wrong for me to be selfish? The Office was one of those little bright spots in the middle of the week, giving me the good laugh I needed! Now it's going to be gone and right in the middle of a season that was kicking ass. So I'm not going to spend any more time chatting about the Office on here...somehow I've managed to acquire a Livejornal account. I think my page is www.meggiedonch3.livejournal.com but don't quote me on that. Anyway I'm gonna spend my time blubbering about the Office on there where NO ONE will definately see it. I might still post cool videos I find on here, cause I don't know if you can do that on Livejournal. As if I needed another blog thing in my life...but I am getting laid off soon.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
David Brent Vs. Michael Scott: Who Would You Rather Work For? (Part 2)
Michael Scott: Everyone loves Michael Scott? Right? Right? Right. Are at least Michael likes to think so. In some sort of way, maybe everybody does. Except for Ryan though, I think he would like to stick a pitchfork in him. Dwight adores him with such unsurpassed loyalty he would sell his toes to science if Michael becomes too hard up for money. And everyone else seems to be able to tolerate him to some degree. That seems to be a big difference between Scott and Brent. (Ah, I love how they have first name, last names) No one wants to tolerate Brent. They will ignore him and his totally inappropriate comments where as Michael's employees will engage him to some degree. I suppose though you have to engage someone who is threatening to jump off a roof or kidnapping a pizza delivery kid. When Michael does his booze cruise dance it's not quite as humilating. At least it was motivational. When David does his charity dance there is utter silence. You feel for Michael because he honestly is a good guy who just has an askewed view on things going on around him. He'll freak out when it's discovered that a black man in the office went to jail, not because he went to jail, but because he doesn't enjoy the stereotype. He's the last one to point the finger at that guy, because it is wrong to assume it is the black guy just because he's black. But he has trouble seeing that maybe it is that guy because he's the sort of guy who went to prision once. (I can't remember why it was...) David Brent makes a joke about a black man and his...junk...and can't understand why others would find it so offensive if the one black guy in the office didn't. Michael wears his heart on his sleeve. In subtle ways he conveys thoughts and feelings we all have, albeit in a graceless way at times. And he cries alot. When he was crying to the girls at the mall about Jan didn't you feel like coming to his defense and telling Jan to leave our little Michael alone. He's a little boy in a hairy man's body. (Pam can attest to that.) And we love him. Maybe just a little more than David Brent. Although David does have the better one liners and the better hand movements. Still even David has his moments where you truly feel for the guy.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
David Brent Vs. Michael Scott: Who Would You Rather Work For?
If were going to make this a competition, it has to be a competition of wills, of minds, of philosophies. So let's take one at a time.
David Brent: Sure he's a little tubby and comes to acquire the nickname Bluto (from Popeye)(which is really a good nickname!). But isn't he just adoreable in his leather jacket and boots. Always ready to turn on his employees, but always desperate to please. It just seems like his British underlings have the most minimal of respect for him. No one wants to have anything to do with him and try there best to avoid him at any cost. What is it about this man that makes him so loveable? Really at times he is not quite as loveable as Michael Scott. If it comes down to him getting in trouble or being able to blame it on someone else-he's on it. But his desperate attempts to be liked, which is all he really cares about, strikes a cord somewhere deep in everyone's psyche; making his crying attempt to keep his job extremely heart wrenching. The office is all he has. Three years later after being laid off (made redundent, which I'm still not sure what that means) he still comes to the office to chat with his former coworkers...whether they like it or not. Finally though, he comes through and proves himself to be a rather wonderful human being after all and not just the whipping boy he had allowed everyone to make him, even his supposed best friend.
I'll comment more on this great debate, but man, I'm trying to drink some beers and need to concentrate.
David Brent: Sure he's a little tubby and comes to acquire the nickname Bluto (from Popeye)(which is really a good nickname!). But isn't he just adoreable in his leather jacket and boots. Always ready to turn on his employees, but always desperate to please. It just seems like his British underlings have the most minimal of respect for him. No one wants to have anything to do with him and try there best to avoid him at any cost. What is it about this man that makes him so loveable? Really at times he is not quite as loveable as Michael Scott. If it comes down to him getting in trouble or being able to blame it on someone else-he's on it. But his desperate attempts to be liked, which is all he really cares about, strikes a cord somewhere deep in everyone's psyche; making his crying attempt to keep his job extremely heart wrenching. The office is all he has. Three years later after being laid off (made redundent, which I'm still not sure what that means) he still comes to the office to chat with his former coworkers...whether they like it or not. Finally though, he comes through and proves himself to be a rather wonderful human being after all and not just the whipping boy he had allowed everyone to make him, even his supposed best friend.
I'll comment more on this great debate, but man, I'm trying to drink some beers and need to concentrate.
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