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“The Office” Recap, Season 8, Episode 13, “Jury Duty”

Howdy, all! Your weekly Office recap. NUMBER SEVEN I KNOW RIGHT. I totally rock this. Now, this week was about jury duty, and that made me sad immediately, because listen, I would kill at jury duty but I never, ever get called for it. A., I’m judgmental, B., I like to listen to things, C., I like to get out of work, D. I like to feel like I’m important, E. I like true like crime, F. I like to argue. It’s like jury duty was MADE for me. So a whole episode about jury duty just made me think about what I’m missing. NEW YORK STATE. You are missing out on the best juror that possibly ever jurored, here. TAKE ME UP ON THIS.

The Office
Season 8, Episode 13
“Jury Duty”

In brief: Jim just got back from a week at jury duty, but we find out that he actually was dismissed halfway through the first day and spent the rest of the week helping Pam at home with the kids. Dwight smells a rat, and ferrets out the truth (there are a lot of animal metaphors in there, awesome) and Andy says if Jim is a liar, he’ll fire him, but then he backs down. Of course he does. He’s Andy. The whole office is furious at lying Jim until Pam brings the kids to the office and they act like kids, with screaming and such, and they all send Jim home early because they are horrified at the screamery. Angela had her baby with the gay Senator a month early, so Gabe, Erin, Kevin and Oscar go to the hospital to visit her. Only, the baby is HUGE. And not at all a preemie. And she tells Oscar that she and the gay Senator had sex a month before the wedding. When Dwight shows up (to talk to Gabe about getting Jim fired, before the screamery occurs) and Oscar spills the beans about the non-preemie status, he puts two and two together and gets “Angela and I totally screwed a month before her wedding.” He storms the hospital room and peers at the baby, who he is convinced is a Schrute. This makes him put a daddy and me bumper sticker on his car. THIS WILL NOT GO WELL YOU GUYS.

Times I laughed out loud in this episode: 10

1. Kevin having the “right month, wrong year” in the Angela’s-baby birth pool
2. Kevin thinking it would be hysterical if Angela’s baby was born black
3. Kevin’s inappropriate response to how fat Angela’s baby is (“You didn’t prepare me for this, Oscar!”)
4. Oscar’s glee in Angela’s baby being not premature and the Senator being gay (“I don’t even know which thread to follow!”)
5. Dwight seeing his baby for the first time (“You will lead millions! Willingly, or as slaves.”)
6. Dwight’s comment about being the father of Angela’s baby: “That baby is a Schrute. And unless somebody taught Mose sex, that baby is mine.” (Someone “teaching Mose sex” made me both squirm AND giggle gleefully.)
7. The Senator’s obvious discomfort with breastfeeding
8. Creed thinking Pam was Angela
9. Creed desperate to have baby Philip suck on his finger, and Pam quickly putting the pacifier in his mouth instead
10. Dwight telling the nurse to cancel the circumcision and the nurse saying “We’re…still going to circumcise the baby”

Times I wanted to punch someone: 2

1. Andy, for being SO EFFING BAD AND ANNOYING AT LYING
2. Andy, for saying no one every lied to him before (um, you were engaged? To Angela? Who was sleeping with Dwight at the time? No? Not ringing any bells?)

I kind of liked this episode a lot. As you can tell by how many times it made me laugh. The jury duty thing was not the best (possibly because of my jury duty bitterness, WHY NOT ME COURT SYSTEM), but Dwight being a dad – awesome. I do hope that the show doesn’t forget this all happened. The show has been doing that a lot lately, introducing awesome plotlines and just dropping them completely, which is annoying. What happened, for example, to the horrible social network Ryan invented? Or Dwight’s relationship with Pam’s friend from the wedding? Or the temp’s crush on Jim last week, if we want to be more recent? But if they keep up with it, I think this could be awesome. I always did like Angela and Dwight together.

“Jury Duty,” on the Creed Scale, gets:

Creed flying his roof-helicopter! Good job, guys. “Teaching Mose sex” gets a total thumbs-up.

And on a scale of one to ten Creeds, this episode gets:

Creed smoking a damn HOOKAH. Because that’s how Creed rolls.

Nice job, Office writers! I approve! (Notice there was NO Robert Effing California in this episode? KEEP THAT UP THANKS.)


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2012: The Year of the Water Dragon. AND POSSIBLY THE APOCALYPSE!

I figured since it’s now the Year of the Dragon, we’d better all figure out what that means to us. I mean, we can’t take these things lightly. DRAGONS, you guys. I mean seriously. DRAGONS. Also, the Mayan apocalypse, so probably we need to be doubly prepared, right? Right.

This is totally scientific and all true. WATCH OUT.

I mean, look at that map. HERE BE DRAGONS. You have to take this seriously or your boat’s totally going to be capsized and eaten.

Now, according to this website, which seems totally legit and on the up-and-up and the article was written by someone named “the Firepig” which, come ON, you can’t GET more sciency than that, here are some things that we have to look forward to this year:

Good things will start happening early in the year. BE READY. I’m totally not ready. WHEN AM I SUPPOSED TO START BEING READY. I’m kind of freaked out. Like, how good? Finding a quarter in the laundry room good, or someone will come up to me at the supermarket and tell me they want to hire me to run a small theater company in Italy good? AND AM I READY? Dragon, you are totally making me nervous. I don’t even know how to prepare for this.

Fireworks in love and romance, but nothing serious, as the dragon is fleeting. Even though just two sentences above that it says it’s a good year for engagements or marriages. WHAT THE HELL FIREPIG. So I’m supposed to have fireworks, then I’m supposed to have, what, a breakup? This isn’t sounding like a lot of fun. Breakups are totally the suck. I hate breakups, what with the sadness and the moping and all that sad music you’re supposed to listen to and whatnot. I don’t want that, Dragon. Can I just not have the romance, if it’s inevitably going to lead to the breakup? Can I opt out? Is that an option for me? Hello?

The economy will start to boom and creativity will thrive. Ooh! This is exciting. I like booms and thrivings. Wait, I already got my yearly raise. If the economy starts to boom I’m going to be left behind. Also, I don’t think I could deal with much more creativity. I’m already totally swamped. I’m a busy lady. If I had any more creativity, I think my head would explode. DRAGON! Why must you overload me with things? You are EXHAUSTING me.

At the end, it asks, “Are you ready to fly with the Dragon?!” and although I totally appreciate the interrobang, because you never get enough good interrobangs, really, I don’t think I’m ready to fly with the dragon. Unless it’s Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon. I loved that dragon. So cute, right? I totally wanted to snuggle him. I’d fly on that dragon. But otherwise, I think flying on a dragon would be really stressful. I mean, you might fall off, and then your ears would pop from the changes in air pressure with all those ups and downs, and what if the dragon decided to dive underwater or something and forgot you were on his back, you’d totally drown. And what if the dragon was that creepy-ass Luck Dragon from The Neverending Story? I hated that thing, it was like a furry worm-dog. It looked like it would give you ringworm, and shed all over your pants. NO THANK YOU.

Ugh. Like disgusting vermin, this thing. No thanks.

Could not be cuter and more perplex-y. I'd ride this dragon and ONLY this dragon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alright, so the Chinese astrology thing was kind of a bust. What can we learn from George R. R. Martin?

Could I be any more excited for Season Two? No I could not.

We know from Daenerys that “fire cannot kill a dragon” and one of her handmaidens told us that “dragons come from the moon” so really all we know from this is that if dragons come for us we can’t use flamethrowers against them as weapons (and I mean, who would do that, anyway? That’d be stupid. Dragons ARE a flamethrower. That’d be a pointless weapon to use against them) and probably don’t go to the moon or you’ll get eaten by a dragon. HELPFUL.

Listen, we are really not learning a lot about how best to deal with the Year of the Dragon, here, at all, are we.

If you are born this year, your motto, according to Wikipedia which is never, ever wrong is “I reign” (why the hell isn’t this MY motto? OH HOLY HELL YOU GUYS. My motto is “I win.” I’m not even kidding. That’s the best news I’ve had ALL YEAR. I do! Win! I say that ALL THE TIME! And my horoscope backs me up! Yay, year of the Tiger! Winning totally trumps reigning! SUCK ON THAT DRAGON) and you like to eat wheat and poultry so you should probably go eat a turkey sandwich on wheat toast or something. Also, you’re at your best between 7-10am. Who the hell is at their best between 7-10am? Crazy people and perky people, I’d think. No one likes those people, by the way. They’re all “GOOD MORNING” and I want to punch their throats. DIAL IT BACK A NOTCH SUNSHINE.

OK, well, this has been the least helpful. I guess my best advice for dealing with the Year of the Dragon is:

  • Be prepared for something to happen that is positive, maybe, or not
  • Maybe you will fall in love, or not, and it might be ripped away from you, or not
  • Don’t fall off the dragon if you fly on him
  • Don’t try to set dragons on fire
  • Don’t travel to the moon
  • Eat a turkey sandwich

I know I feel better with those guidelines under my belt. HAPPY YEAR OF THE DRAGON EVERYONE!


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Recap: Revenge, Season One, Episode Thirteen, “Commitment”

Well! Hello, my Revengeaholics! Listen, I just checked? And this is our last episode for TWO WEEKS. I know! What are we going to DO after today? Probably get our own revenge on people/things in our lives just to fill the gaping hole, right? I personally plan on getting revenge on the sun. It keeps waking me up on Sundays when I want to sleep in. YOU’RE ON NOTICE, SUN.

Revenge
Season One, Episode Thirteen
“Commitment”

Last time: Emily got revenge on the gossipwriter who lied to her about her father and published a scandalous tell-all book about him and also set the stage for Whorebag’s inevitable downfall; Whorebag made Ah-Duhhhh Jack whirl her away to Atlantic City; and Emily finds out that Charlotte is her SISTER in a totally NOT AT ALL SHOCKING turn of events. What will happen what will happen?????

OK. THIS WEEK. Aw, Emily invited Nolan over to watch the video about Charlotte being her sister. Their friendship is adorable, you guys, seriously. It makes me want to pinch both of their cheeks twice. I like that she needed someone there to prop her up a little, even though she’s totally hard, and she has Nolan for that, and Nolan, who’s never had anyone, has someone now. This makes me happy.

Emily says her plan is to send one of the tapes to the Greysons, so they can bear the brunt of figuring out if it’s true or not, and plant the rest on Whorebag, so it looks like she torched the Gossipwriter’s abode last week. Nolan, BECAUSE HE HAS A HEART, is all, “Um…you just found out you have a sister. This isn’t…affecting you? At all?” Emily’s made of REVENGE AND STONE. It does not move her. NOT AT ALL.

Victoria and wee Daniel blather on about Greyson Global’s money and how Victoria can get some in the divorce and my eyes glaze over because SO SO BORING. Victoria tells Daniel that since it looks like she’ll be getting the money, he won’t have to marry Emily after all! Whew! Whew, right, sonny? But wee Daniel’s all, “Mooooom, I looooove her!” Victoria bitchfaces at this.

Emily “warns” Whorebag that Gossipwriter’s home burned down and that Victoria probably did it to frame Whorebag and Whorebag should TOTALLY get out of Dodge. Whorebag’s not having it. She wants to stay and make sweet, sweet love with her brainless lover-man.

Conrad tells Bawston Declan and Charlotte that he’s paid for BOTH of them to attend prep school; all Bawston Declan has to do is pass the entrance exam. I guess this is to buy Charlotte’s love, and to piss off Victoria? Someone delivers him a flash drive. He wonders, “what could this be?” Hmm. I wonder, Conrad. I do so wonder. At a big meeting o’the lawyers, Conrad plays the flash drive: oh! Surprise! It’s the interview with Emily’s dad! And Conrad tells Victoria that if Charlotte doesn’t pass the paternity test? OH HELL TO PAY BABY. Victoria’s lawyer is PISSED she didn’t tell him this latest development. Victoria schemes and schemes and comes up with the best plan: invite Whorebag over for tea!

Emily puts the tapes in Whorebag’s stuff. Jack catches her but believes her tissue-thin lie as to why she’s there. BECAUSE HE IS STUPID YO.

Whorebag is effing up left and right at the luncheon with Victoria. First she eats strawberries, which the real Amanda is deathly allergic to. Then she licks off a COMMUNAL SPOON (ugh, so gross) and leaves it on her plate, and you KNOW Victoria was all “hey, lawyer, test that shit for DNA” as soon as she flounced out. Victoria accused her of sending the flash drive and torching Gossipwriter’s house; Whorebag was all “whatever, biznatch” and stalked out all whorey.

Paternity test is back. Guess who’s NOT Charlotte’s dad? No, not Ozzy Osbourne, but he’s probably not her dad, either. CONRAD. CONRAD IS NOT HER DAD.

Conrad tells Victoria she either takes a little amount of money or he takes her to court and tells the world that she’s a terrorist’s whore and that Charlotte’s a terrorist’s child. Ashley hears all of this, and is furious at herself that she was sucking up to the wrong Greyson all summer.

Whorebag starts to tell Jack too much, but Nolan overhears and puts a stop to it by making a mess at the bar and then tells Whorebag to shut her pie-hole, if she knows what’s good for her. Only nicer. And sexier.

Conrad hates Charlotte now and tells her she has to go live with her mother. Sweet, stupid Charlotte runs weeping into the night.

Daniel proposes to Emily in the rain. She says yes. I gag a little. They tell Victoria. She totally restrains herself from carving Emily’s eyes out with her fingernails, it’s very adult of her.

Ashley tells Jack and Nolan that Emily is engaged. They are both upset for different reasons. A disgusting biker hits on Whorebag, and she somehow restrains herself from screwing him on the bar in front of everyone, so I guess everyone is growing and maturing a little, isn’t that nice?

Wee Daniel tells his dad he’s engaged. This turns into an argument about Victoria. Conrad’s all, “ASK YOUR MOM WHY SHE’S A WHORE.”

Charlotte comes to Emily’s to look for her brother to comfort her. She finds out about the engagement and is all “I’ve always wanted a sister!” Oh, poor, sweet, stupid little fool. Emily hugs her. It’s actually kind of touching, if Emily wasn’t mostly stone and ash inside.

Whaaaaat? The lawyer brings back the DNA tests, and they say that Whorebag IS Charlotte’s half-sister, making her Amanda Clarke? What the holy hell?

Whaaaaat? The disgusting biker is upstairs at the Stowaway, stealing all the tapes that Emily worked so hard to plant on Whorebag! Jack walks in and biker thoroughly kicks his ass! Whorebag and Nolan find him! They are SO UPSET!

Nolan, who listen, really likes Jack, because he’s the heart of the series, storms over to Emily’s, all “YOU DID THIS WITH YOUR TAPE-PLANTING” and when she finds out that Jack got hurt, she gets very teary-eyed.

Emily! Meets the lawyer! Secretly! THEY WERE IN CAHOOTS YOU GUYS! She yells at him for allowing Jack to get hurt. He tells her she almost dropped the ball with the DNA test on Whorebag, but good thing he was able to switch the info so her DNA was tested instead. Wheee! The lawyer tells Emily that even though he believes in her father and always has, this might be going too far. Emily gets teary again.

Emily tells Whorebag everything – well, mostly everything – playing up the “if you stay here, Jack will be in more danger” thing. Whorebag rides her painted pony into the sunset, without telling comatose Jack goodbye.

Wee Daniel insists on the truth from Victoria; she implies Emily’s dad raped her. Wow, that’s not at all horrible and doesn’t at all diminish what happens all the time to real rape victims THANKS VICKI.

Emily tells Nolan she’s going to tell wee Daniel she’s not going to marry him, because this has gone too far and there has to be a better way. Nolan approves and attempts to comfort her; she tells him not to touch her, which made me giggle.

Ah-duhhhh Jack finds out Whorebag left. The camera shows us there is ONE MORE VIDEOTAPE under the bed dun dun dunnnnn.

Victoria puts the videos in a safe. (So she did hire the gross biker? OK…there must be more on those tapes she doesn’t want anyone to see…)

Daniel tells Emily that his poor, poor mom was raped by a terrorist. Emily’s response? “How about a June wedding?” IT IS ON LIKE DONKEY KONG VICTORIA.

Two weeks, Revengians! Plenty of time for all the plotting! Try not to miss me too much!


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“The Office” Recap, Season 8, Episode 12, “Pool Party”

Howdy, all! Sixth Office recap. Holy all things shiny. This is a momentous occasion. Now, I was immediately on guard this week, because anything with the words “pool” and “party” make me stabby. I hate swimming. And parties. And…well, let’s just say that I left the episode feeling justified in my weirdo beliefs.

The Office
Season 8, Episode 12
“Pool Party”

In brief: Robert Effing California is apparently a rich guy and has a mansion that he is selling now that he is getting divorced. Kevin’s all, “you should invite us over to a pool party at your mansion!” and for some reason, Robert Effing California does so. At the party, all kinds of stupid things happen. Jim’s the only one who’s not an asshat, and he tries to leave early, only he gets roped into a tour that takes most of the night and involves Robert Effing California whining about all the things he never got to do in the mansion while Gabe and Ryan compete like little suck-up Shih-Tzus for his attention. Erin finds out that Andy might still like her, so spends the night trying to make him jealous by pretending to be flirting with Dwight. Andy loses, then regains, his heirloom engagement ring with which he may or may not be proposing to his girlfriend who is still totally too good for him. Darryl is embarrassed to take his shirt off in front of Val; Kathy the temp seems to be wanting to climb Jim like a tree; Robert Effing Creeper California takes all of his clothes off; and Andy and Erin share a moment, after he is shamed by Dwight.

Times I laughed out loud in this episode: 4

1. Dwight and Stanley planning on eating those gross left-out meatballs
2. The fact that both Dwight and Erin think that smearing potato chips on each other’s faces might be construed as sexy times
3. Jim running over all the shrubbery in his haste to escape the party
4. Creed, for playing the guitar and wearing a tiara

Times I wanted to punch someone: 4

1. Andy’s stupid family, for giving him an engagement ring but only after they took out the stone (although, considering they gave the stone to his brother, and his brother is JOSH GROBAN, who I love love love, I kind of get that)
2. Gabe, for having Korean porn on his iPod
3. Robert Effing California, for getting naked (ew ew ew ew)
4. Myself, because this was one of those episodes where I randomly found Dwight hot (I KNOW. I DON’T GET IT EITHER. I THINK I’M BROKEN.)

NEW CATEGORY!

Times I “awwww”d: 1

1. Dwight telling Andy he was an idiot

This episode was annoying on like, a multitude of levels. These people hang out too much; no office hangs out this much. Andy and Erin: STOP DICKING AROUND ALREADY YOU ARE ANNOYING THE SHIT OUT OF ME. Robert Effing California has outweighed his welcome; writers, please, please, PLEASE make it stop. Gabe and Ryan were bothering me. Phyllis and Kelly were the height of stupidity. Kathy’s going to be in love with Jim now? That’s where we’re taking this? Really? I don’t approve. SO MANY THINGS WERE BOTHERSOME. Seriously, show, you are pissing me off. JUST STOP IT.

“Trivia,” on the Creed Scale, gets:

Creed making the “slitting your throat” gesture with his finger. This episode was the worst, you guys. Total turd sandwich.

And on a scale of one to ten Creeds, this episode gets:

A SAD PANDA.

It got NO Creeds on the Creed scale. It got a SAD PANDA.

Seriously, Office writers, WHAT ARE YOU DOING. Come on. Stop it. FIX THIS.

Happy week, you guys, happy week! Love your faces! SMOOOOOCH!


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Recap: Revenge, Season One, Episode Twelve, “Infamy”

Howdy, Revengians! This was totally a week to be reckoned with, no joke. I can’t even. SO MANY THINGS HAPPENED. I know, right? Are you totally knocked for a loop? Thought so. I wasn’t, bee tee dubs. I totally saw this all coming. Sort of. That’s because I was meant to be a rich person. IN MY BLOOD. I’m pretty sure I was switched at birth with a rich person, so any day now, my real parents are going to show up all “here is your inheritance” and then I’ll take you all out for scallops or something.

Revenge
Season One, Episode Twelve
“Infamy”

Last time: wee little Daniel had a wee little birthday only he was all “wah wah I don’t want a FUSS” so he had a clambake which may or may not have been a euphemism for something filthy, I’m still not sure. At the clambake, Tyler showed up and tried to shoot people with a gun with no bullets in it until he was tackled by wee Daniel my hero ooh ahh. We found out Victoria was a social climbing liar, and Tyler cut my boyfriend Nolan with a knife (UNACCEPTABLE.) Tyler’s out of the picture and has been framed for Ginger Frank’s murder, so all is well in Revengtonia.

OK. THIS WEEK. Emily’s reading a book about her father’s case that totally looks like one of those horrible gossipy things you see for sale in the remainder bin three days after they’re published. Wee Daniel comes in all “let’s move to the City together after the summer’s over, baby darlin’ dear” and she’s all “Oh, but I am an old-fashioned maiden and could NEVER until I am MARRIED live with a FELLA” and that’s the dumbest excuse but his brain is as small as his body so he’s down with it.

The author of the book – played by Roger Bart, also known as Bree’s weirdo dentist ex on Desperate Housewives and one of the gay men on that awful reboot of The Stepford Wives with Nicole Kidman and also he’s a Broadway stahhhh, baby – is giving a reading in the Hamptons which Emily and Nolan and all the town are attending because what else are they going to do, I guess, it’s not like they could…oh, I don’t know…DO ANYTHING THEY WANT THEY HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO OWN THE WORLD. Afterward, Emily drops the bomb she lives in his subject’s old HOME, dun dun dunn, and also prods Nolan to introduce himself. Gossipwriter is SO EXCITED because he wants to write the story of hot Nolan. I thought also he wanted to lick hot Nolan, but I’m reading up on this and I’m the only one who got any gay subtext here. So probably there’s a gay man in me trying to get out. I’m ok with that.

Whorebag wants Jack to close the bar and take her to Atlantic City (whenever I hear the words Atlantic City I get music from the show Ragtime in my head, which is another sign there’s a gay man in me trying to get out, I suppose.) Jack’s all “ah, DUHHHHH, Amanduhhhh, I can’t do that, I gots a job I gots to do” and she’s all “YOU’D DO IT FOR EMILY THORNE HUFFFF!” I love the Whorebag more every week, if by “love” you mean “want to throw her off the pier after being sure the water is stocked thoroughly with sharks.”

Victoria tells Gossipwriter he needs to find out why Whorebag is back in the Hamptons. He’s all, “What? NO. That is INAPPROPRIATE!” and she’s all, “I MADE YOU I CAN BREAK YOU” and he’s all “Yep, sorry, Lady Victoria. Right on that.”

Emily watches an old interview clip of her father and Gossipwriter, where Gossipwriter pretended to be her father’s friend so that he could BETRAY him. Well! I’m guessing none of this ends well for you, Gossipwriter. Just guessing. I mean, Emily’s enemies have gotten off so lightly until now.

Gossipwriter visits Whorebag to talk to her about the past. Whorebag, who does not HAVE that past, has no idea who he is or what he is talking about.

Victoria meets her ambulance-chasing lawyer, who tells her that now that they have the prenup situation ironed out with lies, Conrad is attempting to get her shares in the company taken away from her. BUT, if wee Daniel talks to his pops, maybe HE can get HIS shares sooner! This is a very good idea and not at all destined to fail.

Bawston Declan and Charlotte are coming back from visiting her prep school. Why Bawston Declan went with her as if they are an adult couple is as-yet unknown. He’s being a child and all “WAH WAH YOU WON’T HAVE TIME FOR ME” and she’s all, “Um, I can attend school and also date you?” but he’s not having it. Charlotte? Probably you can do better. Just a tip from me to you.

When wee Daniel tells his daddy he wants his share in the company, his daddy turns around and puts a stipulation in the will he has to be thirty or married to get it. This is one kick-ass trusting awesome family, you guys. Conrad’s lawyer’s all, “Um…he’s in a serious relationship, he might marry Emily?” (even though they’ve known each other, what, a month now? 6 weeks?) and Conrad gets schemey-eyes over this. Hmm.

Emily and Nolan visit Gossipwriter, who VERY INTELLIGENTLY tells them, in a span of like thirty seconds, he a., doesn’t have a computer, so no backup of any of his stuff, only the one hard copy; b., has a glass case full of never-before-seen info on Emily’s dad, c., is a pretentious asshole. I made that last one up. But he name-dropped John Cheever, so it was totally justified.

Whorebag’s whoring it up at the Stowaway, doing bodyshots and making out with the customers and shit. Emily shows up. This upsets the Whorebag. Who totally has feelings underneath all those STDs. Emily convinces the Whorebag to do the interview with Gossipwriter while she’s Cyrano de Bergeracing in her ear. Whorebag! You are whorey AND easily-led!

Nolan and Emily are at the shooting range and Nolan is bad at it because he is a fey adorable gay man and Emily rocks at it because she is kickass. She explains that Gossipwriter lied to her as a child, and made her believe her father was a criminal, so she’s going to GET HER REVENGE on him. I like that they tied the TITLE OF THE SHOW into what’s happening today.

Conrad attempts to whore wee Daniel out to a woman he thinks is more suitable than Emily. Which is confusing, I never knew he disliked Emily, but whatever, doesn’t matter, wee Daniel’s wee manhood only stands at attention for Emily, anyway.

Charlotte finds Declan asleep with a copy of Paradise Lost, which I assume is a concession to stay relevant to her at prep school. She kisses him, tucks him in, and makes a shitload of noise. He doesn’t wake. At this point, I yelled at the television, “Charlotte! I think he might have been poisoned! Call 911! There’s no way he slept through that!” but she didn’t answer me.

Emily and Nolan Cyrano Whorebag up. She goes through an interview with Gossipwriter. It’s surprisingly bland, but seems to make him feel bad that he ruined her life. So, good, I guess. I was hoping for more fireworks, though.

Victoria makes Ashley tell Emily that Daniel has to marry her in order to get the company, so if he were to ask her to marry him right now, IT CERTAINLY WOULDN’T BE OUT OF LOVE NO NO NO.

Gossipwriter tells Victoria he wants to tell THE TRUTH. Victoria’s all “I WILL BURY YOU.” Emily hears it all. DUN DUN DUNNNN. But he doesn’t come clean at the reading, so Emily’s got to do some revengin’. I mean, it can’t be avoided now. Nolan totally has a hissy fit that Gossipwriter didn’t come clean, but Emily didn’t think he would. She tells Nolan to keep him away from his place for a bit. Because she has revengin’ to do, baby. ALL THE REVENGIN’. Gossipwriter and Nolan take off, Emily skulks into his house, and skullduggery ensues. She steals the videos, burns down the place with the Whorebag’s cigarettes and lighter, and takes the eff off into the night like a ninja. She then goes to wee Daniel’s for all the sex, to establish her alibi. Ah, her Japanese mentor taught her well, grasshopper.

Ah-duhhhhh Jack decides he’s too stodgy, closes down The Stowaway, and takes Whorebag to Atlantic City. (“Sea and salty AIIIRRRRRR!” Sorry. Ragtime. Sorry.)

When Gossipwriter and Nolan come back, Gossipwriter totally soap-operas a “nooooo!” when he sees his place in flames. Nolan sexily sexes a “bad girl.” I can be bad, too, Nolan. Want to see?

The next morning, Emily’s watching an interview Gossipwriter did with her dad. In it, her dad reveals that CHARLOTTE IS HIS. Yep! Emily’s got a SISTER!

OK, here’s the thing. I knew something like this was going to happen? But I thought maybe Victoria would be Emily’s mom. Who IS Emily’s mom, by the way? Has she ever been mentioned? What’s going on with that? There aren’t any women, other than Victoria or maybe that friend of hers who did the swandive off the roof a while ago, who are old enough to BE her mom, so the big reveal’s not going to be all that stunning. WHAT IS HAPPENING.

I actually watched the preview, but all I remember is Emily hugging Charlotte. Which could mean a lot of things, not only that she reveals her true parentage and her true identity. DON’T USE YOUR JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS MAT YOU GUYS.

Happy week! Remember, always keep your powder dry and your revenge revengey!


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“The Office” Recap, Season 8, Episode 11, “Trivia”

Welcome back from the holidays, everyone! Time for our fifth Office recap. I hope you’re ready for some awesomeness. Because I know what you were thinking, going into this week’s episode. “This is going to suck, I hope I have enough alcoholic beverages to sustain me.” Oh, wait, I was the only one who thought that? I might have a drinking problem? Shut it, Slappy.

The Office
Season 8, Episode 11
“Trivia”

In brief: Robert Effing California made Andy promise to get the sales figures up this quarter. Andy’s been buying a shit-ton of paper himself to do so, but he’s out of money, and out of storage space for the paper, so he closes the whole office (THESE PEOPLE NEVER WORK EVER) and takes them all to a trivia contest where the prize is $1,000 so they can meet the sales figures. They break into three teams – the A team, the B team, and the loser team – and guess who wins? Yep, the loser team, consisting of Meredith, Erin, Kevin, and Kelly, whose random knowledge of nonsense (and perviness) really pulls through. In the meantime, Dwight goes to Florida to convince Robert Effing California to hire him for a manager’s position down there, but Robert Effing California puts him off and makes him pitch to creepy Gabe instead (who is working every other day in Florida, and every other day in Pennsylvania, which is the funniest, yo.) Dwight strong-arms Gabe into bringing him (Dwight) to Robert Effing California’s home, where he pitches himself to the weird puffy weirdo, but Robert Effing California tells him the job is beneath him, even though it’s totally a lie, and if there’s anything that Dwight understands, it’s that he’s better than all the things.

Now, apparently, people online thought this episode was the suck? But I totally thought the trivia plotline was hysterical. And honestly, I wasn’t even drinking. THAT MUCH. So either I’m broken, or I just like things without Robert Effing California and Creepy Praying Mantis Gabe in them.

Times I laughed out loud in this episode: 9

1. Kevin’s Koolaid-man “Oh, yeah!” at his candy bar
2. The fact that Gabe is so inconsequential he’s being forced to commute, DAILY, between Florida and Pennsylvania, because NO ONE WANTS HIS CREEPY ASS IN THEIR OFFICE
3. Kevin thinking he belonged on the “A” trivia team
4. The “just have fun” team trying to brainstorm what blind people might have on their mind (“dogs!” “canes!” “darkness!”)
5. Ryan’s phone situation (“I just want to be with my PHONE!”) (Seriously, this is totally me, and I laughed so hard tears came to my eyes)
6. Kelly knowing an NBA answer because of the Kardashians
7. Erin ringing the trivia bell without knowing the answer
8. Robert Effing California’s weird wrestling thing going on in his apartment
9.  Kevin knowing the French film because Marion Cotillard is naked in it and he’s a pervy perverson

Times I wanted to punch someone: 1

1. The writers, for not taking advantage of the opportunity to have Creed make some sort of awesomely funny answer at trivia.

I don’t know WHY I liked this episode so much! I’m reading people’s reviews online and people are all “I HATED THIS SO MUCH I WANTED TO DIE” but I don’t know, it totally entertained me! I mean, sure, the Robert Effing California and Creepy-Ass Gabe parts were painful, but they always are, right? I just do something else then. I liked the trivia thing! And it totally gets so many points for the Ryan and his phone part. I am Ryan when it comes to my phone. I am TOTALLY Ryan. I’m going on vacation in three months and I’m already all “what the hell when the plane tells me I have to turn my phone off? I won’t like that AT ALL.”

“Trivia,” on the Creed Scale, gets:

Creed trying to get something for free out of the vending machine. I know there wasn’t enough Creed? And I know the writers totally dropped the ball? But this is awesome, and you should see it.

And on a scale of one to ten Creeds, this episode gets:

Creed hiding for some reason behind a fridge. I don’t know, I just like it. Why’s he hiding behind the fridge? HE’S CREED. He doesn’t need to give you an explanation, damn.

Happy week, everyone!


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There’s nothing lucky about birds. Those things fly into windows, I mean, come on.

Happy New Year, everyone! I hope your celebrations were full of the happy and the merry? Good, good. Three of the four of us were dying of the deathly sick last night, so we’re pretty sure we have the monkey flu. And also Jenn might be, we haven’t heard from her. So we’re not sure what that means, to tell you the truth. JENN IF YOU ARE NOT DEAD KNOCK ONCE FOR YES.

Anyway, so happy 2012! This is very exciting, provided the world doesn’t end in December because of those pesky Mayans or whatever. I think probably we don’t need to worry too much about the Mayans. I mean, it’s not like they’re a major superpower or anything. What do we have to thank the Mayans for nowadays anyway? Oh, what’s that, writing, and the symbol for zero, and shit, also chocolate? Yeah, we’re all gonna die, nice knowing you.

So, people online were talking about their New Year’s traditions and such. I don’t know, I don’t have any. My New Year’s tradition was to drink a lot of wine last night, then slump around here today and knock items off my to-do list, which I totally did admirably, thank you very much. But then I read this thing that was all “LUCKY BIRD” and I thought, what the hell is up with this nonsense, there is NOTHING lucky about birds,  so I went a-searchin’. Listen, I’ve got two days off work, don’t even think I won’t use them wisely Googling foolishness.

RANDOM THINGS PEOPLE CONSIDER LUCKY ON NEW YEAR’S EVE/DAY

Kissing someone at midnight. Apparently, the tradition says if you fail to kiss the one you love at midnight, your affection will cool before the year ends. Well! This is good news, because I totally smooched my cat when the ball dropped, you guys. I remember because I got fur in my lip gloss. He’s gonna love me ALL YEAR LONG. I know, I win at kissing my loved ones.

Buy all the things. Your pantry and refrigerator must be full at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve, and all wallets in the household must be full of money, or else the rest of the year will be empty like your cupboards and wallet. Um. OK, well, it is ultimately unhelpful that I am reading this NOW. Because all that’s in my fridge is wine and cheese, and all that’s in my cupboard is flour and cereal, and I have about $23 in cash and a shitload of pennies in my wallet at the moment. This year is going to be suck, THANKS, tradition.

Pay all the bills. If you don’t pay your bills by the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve your year will be filled with debt. Yeah, my year was going to be filled with debt anyway, who are you fooling, tradition. NO ONE, that’s who.

Someday my prince will come, bearing garbage. So apparently, the first person in your house after the stroke of midnight will influence how your whole year will go. Snopes tells me you want him (why “him,” that’s a little sexist) to be “dark-haired, tall, and good-looking” and he should bring gifts, such as “a lump of coal, a silver coin, a bit of bread, a sprig of evergreen, and some salt.” Blonde and redhead first-footers (also known as “lucky birds” – again, NO SUCH THING) are bad luck, so you should probably murder them before they can enter your home. I said that, not Snopes, so don’t get your panties in a wad, Snopes. And – oh, get this – “female first footers should be shooed away before they bring disaster down upon the household. AIM A GUN AT THEM IF YOU HAVE TO.” All-caps mine, but the wording is all Snopes’. Oh, also the first footer can’t have crossed eyes, flat feet, or eyebrows that meet in the middle.

The first footer has to be let in, then has to walk through the house, and leave through a different entrance than he entered through, in order for all the luck to happen.

WELL SHIT.

OK, first, I’m the only one who ever comes into my house, and the last time I checked, I’m totally a female so DAMMIT. I should have aimed a gun at myself when I went out to get the paper this morning to prevent myself from entering my own home. Also, if I knew a tall, dark-haired and good-looking man, don’t you think I’d have better things to do with him than load his pockets with hobo garbage and make him go in and out like a damn cuckoo on a clock? AND, I only have one entrance and one exit. I’m not a rich person. What the hell am I supposed to make Prince Charming do, jump out the second-story window into the parking lot?

THIS IS A RECIPE FOR DISASTER.

Bottle it all up inside. Nothing is allowed to leave the house on New Year’s Day. Nothing. Not even GARBAGE. Unfortunately, the thing I’m reading doesn’t say what will happen to you if you allow this nefarious practice to occur. Will you die a painful death? With boils, maybe? Will there be boils? This is awful. I mean, I haven’t allowed anything to leave, but NOW IT’S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT.

Wait, like Fergie and Will.I.Am? Eat black-eyed peas, lentil soup, pork, and sauerkraut the first day of the year. These are all lucky foods. But do not eat chicken, because then you will be poor all year long. Ugh, listen, I don’t like sauerkraut, it makes me so disgusted because cabbage is the worst. And I don’t even HAVE black-eyed peas or lentil soup. I have some pork in the freezer but I already ate dinner and I’m really full. I don’t want to eat more. Do I have to? I didn’t eat chicken today, though. That’s totally a relief. I’d hate to be poor all year long. I mean, it’s not like I’ve had almost 40 years practice at it or anything.

Good, I don’t like doing laundry anyway, sucker. Do not do the laundry on New Year’s Day or one of your loved ones will be washed away (die) in the upcoming year. Well! That seems unnecessarily morbid! And, done. It’s not even laundry day, shows what you know, yahoos. Wait, do I get to pick which loved one goes out to sea?

I don’t even OWN anything new. Wear something new on January 1st, and you will receive new clothes all year long. SHIT. This is so awful, I can’t even tell you. I’m wearing like my oldest clothes ever today. Will I get gifted old clothes all year long? I don’t want your old clothes. STOP GIVING THOSE TO ME. I don’t want your garbage.

So, don’t be ME, then? Dammit. Do not break things or cry on January 1st, or you will be doing those things all year long. LISTEN RULES MCGILLICUTTY. I’m pretty sure all you want me to do is cook up a shitload of southern food and then sit very quietly all day today, because these rules are TOTALLY CONSTRICTY. If you tell me NOT to do something, I’m totally doing it. That’s all there is to say about that.  Also, I break things and cry over shit DAILY. I’m very EMOTIONAL. And CLUMSY. It’s not a New Year’s curse, you weirdo. IT’S ME.

So, what have we learned today?

If your New Year is filled with whatever you choose to do on January 1, apparently, my 2012 will be filled with:

  • Watching television
  • Blogging
  • Tweeting
  • Eating all the things
  • Petting my cat until he purrs and falls off the couch in a love stupor
  • Laughing like a moron over way stupid funny shit
  • Being productive in a lazy way

I’m totally down with this. BRING IT ON 2012.


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“The Office” Recap, Season 8, Episode 9, “Mrs. California”

Are we really on our third Office recap? That is FANCY. Probably we should have drinks or something to celebrate. No, I’m not asking you out for drinks. Go get your OWN damn drinks. I don’t go out with just ANYONE, you know.

The Office
Season 8, Episode 9
“Mrs. California”

In brief: Robert California has promised his wife (played by the utterly scrumtilescent Maura Tierney) a job at the office. Only he doesn’t want her to work there. So he tells Andy UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES HIRE MY WIFE. Then he brings her in and tells Andy, in front of her, “Here’s my wife! Hire her!” So Andy, completely torn between insane lunatic Daddy and super-smoking-hot and also very, very nice Mommy, hires her, then Robert tells him he has to find a way to fire her, so there are confrontations and treating her poorly and it’s all very, very embarrassing and slapsticky and I wanted to punch people in the faces multiple times. Also, Dwight starts a gym with the funniest equipment ever (DEDICATED PHONE BOOK RIPPING STATION!) and Jim, to escape the insanity, climbs to the roof, where he finds Creed, randomly flying a tiny remote-control helicopter. Oh, and Mrs. California asks Andy out, and he accidentally accepts. Like it would EVER be an accident anyone would accept a date with Maura Tierney. Seriously, the woman just battled cancer and won and she STILL glows like a star on high. SO GORGEOUS YOU GUYS.

If someone reading this wants to pass along that I’m obviously the best in the whole world at writing recaps and should be paid major coinage for doing so, that’d be great. Thanks a bundle.

Times I laughed out loud in this episode: 8

  1. Creed’s knowledge of suicide cults
  2. “Dwight Schrute’s Gym for Muscles” and the gym equipment therein (Darryl calling it a scene out of Saw V was awesome. And TRUE.)
  3. Dwight telling Darryl he would make him buff for Val Kilmer (with only a moment’s hesitation)
  4. Dwight saying that being a mom was the easiest job in the world
  5. Andy trying to scare Susan off by getting Dwight talking about his “ranking of animals”
  6. Robert trying to make a fake call to Andy by pretending he was his grandmother and Andy incapable of even that tiny amount of deception
  7. Erin planning on how to scare Susan away by giving her the bad stapler
  8. Jim climbing on the roof, finding Creed and his tiny helicopter, telling Creed “I was never here!” and Creed agreeing, but then saying “But what about your friend?” BECAUSE CREED IS ONE LONG AWESOME ACID FLASHBACK YOU GUYS.

 Times I wanted to punch someone: 1

  1. Always, ALWAYS, effing Robert California, seriously.

This wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever seen. The whole “Andy! Is incapable! Of making! An adult decision!” thing? Totally annoying. But I really, really have a lady-crush on Maura Tierney. And she looked AMAZING. So that was nice. And the whole Dwight Schrute’s Gym for Muscles was awesome and hysterical. And there was a decent amount of Creed, comparatively! And since Pam’s on maternity leave, we don’t have to deal with that whole “I’m in FAKE LABOR!” nonsense, and that was nice. Overall, if you ignored the fact that it was Robert California-heavy (and it WAS, it totally WAS, ugh, ANNOYING), it wasn’t a bad episode, all-told.

“Mrs. California,” on the Creed Scale, gets:

 

CREED DRESSED AS A MUMMY. This was a very good episode, Creed-wise. Remote-controlled roof helicopter flying! Suicide-cult knowledge! Seeing people that weren’t there! Yahoo!

And on a scale of one to ten Creeds, this episode gets:

 

CREED DRESSED AS THE JOKER FROM THE DARK KNIGHT. Why? Because I’m awesome, it’s awesome, and who doesn’t want more awesome in their lives? YOU’RE WELCOME AMERICA.


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Recap: Revenge, Season One, Episode Nine, “Suspicion”

Welcome back, Revengians! Totally exciting episode this week, right? Lots of Nolany goodness. Just like I like it. I’d like to be the meat in a Nolan sandwich, actually. Sorry. That’s probably not what you’re supposed to say in a recap? I don’t know. I’m not like an official recapper person. Start paying me, interweb, and I’ll totally stop with the sexual innuendo about Nolan and use terms like “Freudian” and “thematic” or something, I don’t know. But for now: I want to see how many licks it would take to get to the center of Nolan’s Tootsie Roll pop.

Revenge
Season One, Episode Nine
“Suspicion”

OK, last week, Whorebag showed up after murdering hot ginger Frank, hit on stupid Jack, who remained idiotic, and refused to leave the Hamptons because she thinks she is friends with Emily or something, I’m not sure because she’s not a very good actress. Also, Emily was rude to Nolan (grrr), Lydia is recuperating at Victoria’s house and regaining her memory, Charlotte and Bawston Declan are making noise about maybe getting it on someday even though they don’t seem old enough to have developed hormones yet, Tyler and Ashley are being poor and schemey, and Daniel moved in with Emily. Whoo! This show is FAST-PACED, you guys!

OK. THIS WEEK. Whorebag is BACK AT JACK’S and he’s all “ah-duhhhh, wanna come on my boat mystery woman?” Also, sometimes she has a Russian accent? I’m confused about the Whorebag. So she spends pretty much the entire effing episode all lathered up in suntan oil in a bikini on Jack’s boat. Yeah. That’s totally fun for no one. Well, Jack seems to dig it. But Jack also probably thinks that Hagar the Horrible is the funniest cartoon in the paper. Both Nolan and Emily try to convince the Whorebag it’s time to set sail (no pun intended since she spent the entire ep on a boat), but the Whorebag’s all “nuh-uh, no way, I LIKE IT HERE BIZ-NATCHES” and she’s staying put. She likes stupid ol’ Jack and his stupid ol’ face, I guess. Whatevs.

Randomly, Emily places this top-secret phone call, all “I NEED YOU NOW” and a very handsome Japanese businessman shows up and gives her some thinly veiled advice about revenge. It was confusing. I don’t know why Emily has all these weird minions.

Victoria’s totally roofie-ing Lydia into submission, only Lydia’s smartly cheeking the pills and getting kind of tired of being a flower in the attic. Conrad finally sacks up and steals away with Lydia in the dead of night. That was awesome, because I love when people cross Victoria. She gets a VERY exciting bitchface on. It’s totally soap-opera. LOVE.

Victoria decides that she doesn’t want her daughter seeing Bawston Declan (and listen, that’s a good call, if he’ll pretend he’s from Boston, what else will be pretend) so she goes to the Stowaway and she tries to buy him off. He is only wearing a towel. IT IS THE WORST. Because I think we’re supposed to be thinking of him as a sexual being? And he looks TEN, you guys. He’s PREPUBESCENT. Am I too old for this show? Anyway, Bawston Declan and Charlotte totally continue to see each other on the sly. LISTEN DECLAN AND CHARLOTTE. That seems hot? It totally does? But in the long run, you’re going to look back on this and headdesk. You really are. TRUST ME YOU GUYS. I’ve been there. I had a Bawston Declan. He ALSO seemed dangerous and awesome and my parents were all no no no. Guess what? THEY WERE RIGHT. Run AWAY, Charlotte.

Tyler steals Nolan’s credit card during one of their trysts (even typing that makes me throw up in my mouth a little – not because of the gayness, because NOLAN IS TOO GOOD FOR TYLER) and buys himself all the swanky clothes and also buys Ashley a pretty dress. This makes Nolan alternately sad and angry. Nolan confronts Tyler, and Tyler kind of apologizes and also tries to sleaze up on Nolan (ugh, GET OFF TYLER YOU GROSS THING) and then tries to get Nolan to invest in something over at Grayson Global so he can look like a big man with Conrad. THEN Nolan leaves him ALONE (aw, NOLAN! You’re letting your penis think for you!) and Tyler steals that speech that Lydia wrote outing the Graysons for all their wrongdoings. DUN DUN DUNNNNNN. When Nolan tells Emily, she is PISSED. What a bitchface gets made! And she’s totally all “I CAN’T BELIEVE I LET A CHILD DO A WOMAN’S JOB NOLANNNNN” and that’s upsetting. Leave poor Nolan alone.

Oh, and also there’s a stupid beach volleyball game that I think we’re supposed to think is hot and we’re supposed to be all “la la LOOK AT DANIEL’S HOT ABS” but he’s so effing SHORT! Whatever. Where’s Nolan.

Then, THEN OH THIS IS THE BEST, at the investment party, Nolan goes to invest so he can get the speech back, and then tricks Tyler into kissing him. (Which, let’s face it, was totally hot. I pretended Tyler wasn’t there, which made it hotter.) GUESS WHO WALKED IN ON THE KISSING YO! Yep. Ashley! So she’s all “Whaaaaa? I am SHOCKED SHOCKED” and ran out and Tyler’s all “oh, no, no, baby, come back, I’m ALL THINGS to ALL PEOPLE, I DO what I have to DO” but she’s having NONE of it. And throughout, Nolan just stands there with a little smirk. I LOVE NOLAN. Here. I will give you a photo because that moment deserves it.

Anyway, finally Tyler kind of gets through to stupid, soft-headed Ashley, and she goes home and talks to Victoria and rats out Emily to her a little, and they are FRIENDS now. This can’t be good.

ALSO, and this is the WORST, Whorebag and Durrr Jack were on the boat and Whorebag’s all, “I know you, Jack, because I AM AMANDA” and they had this tearful kiss and she’s all “I WANTED TO COME HOME TO YOU MY LOOOOVE” and then he traipsed her to Emily’s all, “Hey my new ladylove wants to see the house she used to live in, ah-durrrr, so that’s cool, right, Emily who I loved 14 seconds ago, duhhhhh?” EMILY DID NOT LIKE THIS AT ALL.

This is all very exciting. VERY EXCITING YOU GUYS. I don’t remember what was on the previews. I think I got distracted by something. Probably Emily’s bitchface. Or Nolan’s total hotness. I’m not quite sure.


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The Office recap, Season 8, Episode 8, “Gettysburg”

Time for another Office recap! Which isn’t so much a “recap” as it is “rambling on almost incoherently and it’s really a good thing that you like me, otherwise you’d probably tune out completely, what’s that, you already did, well screw you, buddy?”

The Office
Season 8, Episode 8
“Gettysburg”

In brief: Andy, because he’s a big weird weirdo and no one ever seems to do any work in this office, like, ever, decides to take the office on a field trip to Gettysburg to teach them that selling paper is like a war. Only half of the office wants to go, and the half that stays behind is surprised by a visit from Robert California, who wants them to give him presentations on “game changers” in the paper industry while he sits in the back sneering. The winner of the presentations = Kevin. Yeah. I know. At Gettysburg, Andy dorbs around and makes everyone walk like a zillion miles; Gabe does a reenactment of the life of Lincoln for some really stupid tourists; and Dwight finds out the truth of the “Battle of Schrute Farms” that he’s been making up stories about.

Again, awesome recaplet, right? I kind of rule.

Times I laughed out loud in this episode: 7

  1. Andy, “I paid $200 for this flag!” Jim, “ONLY $200?” (deadpan at camera)
  2. Phyllis’s recitation of the things she had for breakfast (my kind of woman, Phyllis)
  3. The way Ryan said “origami” (but only because it reminded me of the way Ross said “karate” in Friends. Oh, and bee tee dubs, I was reading some website that called FriendsF.R.I.E.N.D.S.” What? It’s like The Man from U.N.C.L.E. Whatever could it STAND for? I laughed for like an HOUR.)
  4. Dwight’s horror at the true story of Schrute farms (and Oscar’s glee, and the accompanying documentary with the naked people with the naughty bits blurred out)
  5. Erin screaming irrationally when Dwight and Oscar were arguing over Schrute Farms
  6. Jim saying that he was pretty sure the hat meant something sexual
  7. Kevin saying “YES I AM AN ACCOUNTANT” like he was as moron robot

Times I wanted to punch someone: 4

  1. Again, effing Robert California, seriously.
  2. Ryan annoys me more every week. I liked him more when he was snarky/coked up. Now he’s just sad.
  3. Gabe’s Lincoln reenactment could have been funny. But like everything else Gabe does, it was sad and pathetic.
  4. Really, Pam? Pretending to go into labor isn’t at all douchey.

This was…um, how can I be nice. What’s that? I’m very rarely nice, why start now? FINE. This was not a good episode. It was really very stupid, other than the few funny moments mentioned above. I watched Community and Parks and Rec immediately after and they were awesome. COME ON OFFICE. This is EMBARRASSING.

Pam’s pregnancy = boring. Have that goddamn baby, Pam. God. What are you gestating in there, an…um…elephant…shit, I have no idea what animal takes a long time to gestate. What? I could use Google? FINE. Google says the funny thing to put in there would have been “shark,” which can take up to 42 months. WHAT? Good gravy, no wonder they’re so bitey.

Andy’s constant self-doubt = also boring. I mean, is he great at his job? Probably not. But if he SAT DOWN AND DID HIS JOB, he might do a better job at it than if he was all running around the state Gettysburging and getting tattoos on his ass.

Robert California sucks more every week; make it stop. Gabe sucks; make it stop.

Things there can be more of: shots of Jim, because he is pretty; Dwight being a crazy person (or seductive, which somehow is really sexy? I know, it’s odd!); Erin being crazy; and Creed. THERE CAN NEVER BE ENOUGH CREED.

“Gettysburg,” on the Creed Scale, gets:

A CREED BOBBLEHEAD. I saw him ONCE. On the BUS. CHANTING. It was PATHETIC. This doesn’t even merit a real Creed picture.

And on a scale of one to ten Creeds, this episode gets:

CREED PEERING AVIDLY AT A FISH.

Listen, this episode doesn’t deserve even ONE Creed, but I like this photo. And who’s writing this recap? Shut it, peanut gallery.

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