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The Office Season 2

After watching season 1, I expressed the hope that the element of pain and suffering remains in the show as time goes on, saying that “its satire would be pretty toothless if the characters weren’t actually in pain.” Well, in season 2, the characters are still in pain, but much work is done to rehabilitate our feelings towards those who inflict the lion’s share of that pain. By the end of the season’s first episode, it became clear to me that the show was taking a turn away from vicious, biting satire and into a softer, more traditional sitcom feeling, albeit with generous doses of that uncomfortable spirit that is the hallmark of season 1. All of the characters gain more depth; we gain more sympathy towards the “villains”, see flaws in the “heroes”, and get to know a wide range of quirks in the surrounding characters. And yeah, as a result, the satire loses some of its sting.

I worried when I saw this turn taking place. I thought that maybe the show would turn its back on the savage spirit that made it so dark and funny to begin with. That doesn’t happen, really — it just adds some sweetness to the cocktail, morphing from a straight shot of whiskey into more of a Manhattan. The writing stays sharp, the jokes stay funny, and a little grace is thrown into the mix to stop us from ever really hating any of the characters. And here’s the thing: it turns out that I enjoy a good story with ongoing characters and clever jokes even more than I enjoy razor-sharp satire. Thus, to my slight surprise, this season of The Office worked even better for me than did the first. So let the notes begin:

1) Obviously, the biggest share of softening went to Michael. Through several techniques, he goes from an utter incompetent and full-fledged jerk to a well-intentioned boob who, because he’s very good at one thing (sales) has bumbled into something he is very bad at (management). This isn’t as much of a stretch as one might think — even after season 1 I thought of him as well-intentioned and loving, though terrible on the execution. This season deepens our sympathies for him in several ways.

First, we see him attacked by people who aren’t under his thumb, like the Chili’s hecklers in “The Dundies”. Secondly, we see him display moments of competence and even excellence, such as his sales job in “The Client”. In addition to this, we see him experience moments of real vulnerability, such as his deep distress at having to fire someone in “Halloween”. We see his feelings of inadequacy compared to Ryan in “The Fire”. We watch him bullied and humiliated by the friend he idolizes in “The Carpet”. Finally, in the arc beginning at “The Client” and ending with “Casino Night”, we see Jan actually coming to care for Michael as… well, not a girlfriend exactly, but a lot closer to that than we’d ever expect her to become.

2) Jan herself gets a few good vulnerable moments in “Casino Night” and “Valentine’s Day”, which help round out her character a bit from being simply the hard-edged businesswoman. Even Dwight finds some redemption, especially in “The Injury”, where a concussion transforms him into Bizarro Dwight (i.e. caring and considerate.) His normal persona is as grating as ever, of course, but the more time I spend watching him sycophantizing to Michael and receiving mostly poor treatment out of the deal, I can’t help feeling a little sorry for him. Of course, the situation is of his own making, but the hints of desperation that occasionally peek through are enough to earn a bit of sympathy from me.

Also, his relationship with Angela is highly entertaining. I quite liked the way Angela got developed this season — she became one of my favorite characters, though of course not really one of the characters I like the most, if that makes any sense. Her supercilious primness, her certainty of her own rightness, and her devotion to her religion to the exclusion of all else (think of the books she chose in the “Desert Island” game) perfectly captures a certain workplace type, albeit a comedically exaggerated version thereof.

3) Where we have villains we also have heroes, the main ones of whom are Pam and Jim. I really loved their developments this season, both as individuals and in relationship to each other. The show does a beautiful job of exposing the real misery to their lives without ever storming in with Capital-D Drama. Even the final moment of “Casino Night” felt like something that could happen to real people, rather than just TV people. I liked the flaws that this season exposed in both of them. Pam, trapped within the choices she’s made to settle for less and bound by her fear of breaking out, comes across very poignantly in “Boys And Girls”. Jim’s moments of self-doubt, culminating in his application at the Stamford branch, were written and acted with a wonderfully light touch.

I was very happy, too, that he finally allowed himself to tell Pam he’s in love with her. At first, I felt a little mixed about it — my default value is to believe that you don’t try to break up somebody’s relationship, no matter how strong your feelings. However, this situation isn’t quite so cut and dried. It’s clear that Jim’s feelings for Pam are requited (though not clear whether she’ll be able to break fear’s grip on her and admit those feelings to herself), and it’s also clear that Roy does not treat her particularly well. I think Jim’s desire for her to hear his feelings, just one time, is quite understandable, and in the end, justifiable. Plus, from the audience point of view, too much more stretching out of that tension without a major turning point would turn from tantalizing to tedious.

4) I’m not sure I understand why B.J. Novak appears in the opening credits. As a character, Ryan seems to be right around the same level with Jan or Angela. It feels like his producer status is getting him a higher billing than he may warrant. Oh well, I didn’t think Charisma Carpenter deserved her billing in the first couple of seasons of Buffy either, and Cordelia certainly grew into a very important character, so perhaps I just need to give it time.

To try to pick out all my favorite moments would be ridiculous — each episode made me laugh many times. Instead, I’ll just go through the characters and randomly point to a moment I really liked.

  • Michael: “It’s for charity, and I consider myself a great philanderer.” (“Casino Night”) In general, I love Michael getting words wrong, and I also quite enjoy his habit of making a reference and then immediately identifying the reference. “I am serious, and don’t call me Shirley. Airplane!”
  • Dwight: “Do you think this is a reference to you boning Jan?” (“Performance Review”)
  • Jim: The way he immediately turns the tables on Dwight in the drug investigation. (“Drug Testing”)
  • Pam: “Finally, I want to thank God, because God gave me this Dundie… and I feel God in this Chili’s tonight.” (“The Dundies”)
  • Ryan: “What am I going to do with my award? Nothing. I don’t know what I’m going to do. That’s the least of my concerns right now.” (“The Dundies”) In general, I quite like the talking heads where Ryan is really stressed out. Also, I have to show some love to “What line of work you in, Bob?” (“Christmas Party”)
  • Kevin: The way, in the Desert Island game, he can’t contain his amusement thinking about Weekend At Bernie’s and Weekend At Bernie’s 2. (“The Fire”)
  • Angela: The moments where she just cracks, such as her talking head about the Christmas party, and her ornament-stomping rampage. (“Christmas Party”)
  • Phyllis: The way she won’t let Michael off the hook about the fact that they’re the same age. (“Sexual Harassment”)
  • Meredith: Her jaw-dropping come-on to Michael and the way he takes a beat, then takes a photo. God, that was funny. (“Christmas Party”) Maybe that’s more of a Michael moment, in which case I’d have to nominate “My name is Meredith and I’m an alc– I’m good at supplier relations.” (“Boys And Girls”)
  • Stanley: “This here is a run-out-the-clock situation. Just like upstairs.” (“Boys And Girls”)
  • Kelly: “What about ‘second base’? Like, if Michael said he got to second base with you, does that mean, like, you closed a deal? I mean that’s a baseball term, right?” And then the wink at the camera. I think that was one of the funniest moments of the season. (“Boys And Girls”)
  • Jan: “Please don’t smell me, Michael.” (“Performance Review”)
  • Toby: His grin on the line “Guess I shouldn’t have stopped for dinner.” (“Booze Cruise”)
  • Creed: “Which one is Pam?” (“The Secret”)
  • Oscar: [Referring to Angela’s poster] “I don’t like looking at it. It’s creepy, and in bad taste, and it’s just offensive to me. It makes me think of the horrible, frigid stage mothers who force the babies into it. It’s kitsch, the opposite of art. It destroys art, it destroys souls. This is so much more offensive to me than hardcore porno.” (“Conflict Resolution”)
  • Roy: [Pam’s Valentine’s Day gift] “Let’s get you home, and you are going to get the best sex of your life.” What a perfectly ugh-worthy line. (“Valentine’s Day”)
  • Darryl: “I taught Mike a few phrases to help him with his ‘interracial’ conversations. You know like ‘fleece it out,’ ‘going Mach 5,’ ‘dinkinflicka.’ You know, things us Negroes say.” (“Casino Night”) I also love him patiently explaining to Michael in this episode why it’s a bad idea to have fire-eaters in a paper warehouse.

Opportunity kicks

“Sometimes it seems like I’ve been here before
When I hear opportunity kicking in my door.”
— Marillion

My goodness, this has been quite an overwhelming couple of weeks. Opportunities and events have been hailing down on me, some of them great and some of them challenging. In fact, some of it I can’t quite talk about yet, because it’s not quite official. Here, though, is a sampling of the rest of it.

* I’ve agreed to design a game for a startup interactive fiction company. This company is taking a pretty unusual approach to game creation — it splits the design, writing, and coding duties between three different people. It reminds me a bit of the way some comics are created by collaboration between a writer, a penciler, and an inker. I have no idea whether it will work — it could be an awesome way to expedite game creation, or it could be an utter disaster. I really hemmed and hawed over this decision — the pros and cons felt about evenly balanced, and in fact they still do.

What finally tipped the balance for me was that after sitting with it for a while, an idea came to me that I really wanted to use, and given the current structure of my life, I couldn’t really hope to actually design, write, and code it. If I can just design it, perhaps it will be able to see the light of day after all, maybe even better than I could have made it on my own. The writer I’m teaming up with is somebody whose work I definitely respect, so it’s possible that we’ll hit a creative synergy. And if it turns out I make a few bucks off it, hey, that’d be great.

* Laura and I have agreed to participate, with Dante, in a local research project focusing on speech-delayed kids. Basically, once a month for six months, we outfit Dante with some clothes that conceal a device a little bigger than an iPod nano. That device records how many words are spoken to him, how many words he speaks, and how many conversational “turns” (i.e. alternating speaking with listening to another person) occur in his day. In addition, he gets evaluated at the beginning and the end of the study period by one of their speech therapists, and in a couple of the months we do two extra recording sessions.

Our motivation is not altruism in the interest of science: we’re well-compensated for our trouble. If all goes well, we should earn a little over a thousand dollars by the end, which should make a nice addition to his college fund. He just had his first recording session last week.

* Laura’s car is a 1992 Ford Escort, with over 100,000 miles. This car was not designed to go over 100,000 miles. We know this because after 99,999 its odometer rolled back over to zero. Tons of little things on it have broken over the years. Its gas gauge doesn’t work. One of the doors won’t open from the inside. One of the doors won’t open from the outside OR the inside. The trunk also won’t open from the outside. The little plastic piece that holds the driver’s-side lap belt in place is broken, so you always have to fish around beside the seat for a few minutes to snag it. Et cetera.

Well, recently she reported that a few times she felt like the car had hit a pothole, when in fact there was no pothole. We took it in to our trusted mechanic, who reported that the front struts were just about to break, and the back ones were deteriorating too. All in all, it would be a $900 repair, which is a bit ridiculous on such an old car. It was the death knell. Time for a new car for Laura. The only question was whether we would try to leap into action and get one immediately, or get the front shocks fixed and buy ourselves some time.

We opted for the latter, partly because of all the other craziness that’s been going down. It feels a bit silly to do a $450 repair on a car that we’ll soon be getting rid of, but to me it’s worth the trade-off for not having to frantically rush through a big purchase, and not having to try to dispose of the car while worrying that the wheels are about to snap off.

* Oh, and today, Dante fractured his arm. Sheesh.

The Office Season 1

I’d always heard that the British version of The Office was hilarious, but I never got around to watching it. When the American one premiered, I heard great things about that too, but I didn’t really make the time for it, basically because I already had enough shows to watch. This was to the mild chagrin of my two closest friends at work, who are big fans and would love to share it with me.

Well, now that a member of my family is working on the show, I figure it’s time to catch up so that I can fully enjoy season 4. Towards that end, I’ve bought the DVD sets of the first two seasons (no idea yet what I’m going to do about season 3), and I’ve just finished the first one.

I have to say: I really, really like it. I’m shocked at how different it is from what I think of as a sitcom — no laugh track, very naturalistic acting style, mostly handheld camera. It’s so refreshing, so dark, and so funny. I find it heartening that a show like this can actually be a success on network TV. I also kind of can’t believe for Ryan’s sake that he actually gets to work on a show that’s really good. The odds of getting a job as a TV comedy writer seem long, but the odds of getting a job on a good show seem EXTREMELY long. I’m still kind of stunned.

Anyway, here are a few semi-spoilery notes:

Operating Instructions

My friend Trish gave us this book shortly before Dante was born. She’d read it when her daughter was an infant, and found it tremendously helpful. Lamott’s a very Trishy writer — I can see why she felt reflected by it. In a fine emblem of my life, I never managed to get around to reading it until after Dante had turned two. Then again, Dante was a relatively easy baby — good sleeper, not colicky, only occasionally subject to fits of rage. Perhaps if he’d been different, I would have sought solace in Lamott’s words. I’m pleased to have read it at last, though, because I enjoyed it a lot.

Buffy/Angel hiatus

The Buffyverse Watching Project is going on hold for a while.

My sister’s boyfriend is a comedy writer (sequitur coming soon…), or at least he’s been an aspiring comedy writer. He graduated from Harvard and worked on the Lampoon there, so he knows a lot of people in the biz, but has been trying unsuccessfully to break in himself for a couple of years. Then, last month, he learned he’d gotten a job as a writer for The Office!

This is super exciting, not only because I’m very happy he’s landed a job, but because it seems to be one of the best things on TV right now. I haven’t been watching it, but (and here comes that sequitur I promised) I’m going to start this fall, so my summer project is to get caught up on the seasons I missed. I have several friends who watch it, and I’m looking forward to being able to participate in their conversations.

Angel Season 3

Amid the depressing degeneration that characterized season 6 of Buffy, it was a pleasure to watch season 3 of Angel. It didn’t grip me the way that some previous seasons of Buffy have, but it was solid, enjoyable television, with lots of good surprises and dramatic twisty turns. Strangely, though, it wasn’t the main plot that I found most compelling, but rather the thematic unity that draws together some of the season’s most important events aside from the main plot.

*** Spoilers below for season 3 of Angel ***

>SUPERVERBOSE

Since I started posting to this blog in 2004, it had no real title — its name was what LJ gave it by default, which was my username. I could never think of any name that I really wanted it to have… until now. As of today, this blog is officially rechristened >SUPERVERBOSE.

As some of you may know, my IF page is called >VERBOSE, since that’s both my writing style and one of the first commands I tend to type in an IF game. The old Infocom games had three levels of verbosity: VERBOSE, BRIEF, and SUPERBRIEF. These commands would control how much of a room description you’d see when traveling through the game world.

Wouldn’t it be cool, though, if there was a SUPERVERBOSE? Not only would you get to see the full room description every time, you’d also get lengthy explanations of where the game objects came from, discursive asides about NPC histories, extensive screeds about the game author’s political views… well, maybe it wouldn’t be so cool after all.

Instead, look no further for your superverbosity fix. Since the majority of posts on this blog are in my verbose writing style, and they tend to be about superheroics, >SUPERVERBOSE it is.

Fantastic Four: Rise Of The Silver Surfer

I wasn’t a fan of the first Fantastic Four movie, so I went into this one with trepidation. I suppose a more rational person just wouldn’t go at all, but I am not that person. I’m a big fan of the FF, and the last movie did provide some things I liked, so I’m not going to just stay home. I went hoping to find some enjoyable moments, and I did. I found some enjoyable moments, surrounded by a sea of suck.

The Police in Denver, 6/9/07

I’m not what you’d call a hardcore Police fan, but I have all their albums and enjoy them quite a bit. I followed Sting’s solo career for a while too, but hopped off the train around the Brand New Day album, as the music had finally passed my boredom threshold. When I heard that the band was getting back together, I was excited. Could it be that the long-gone rock & roll Sting was returning at last? I was just a shade too young to see them back in their 80s heyday, so this could be my chance to see one of the few bands I really like and haven’t yet seen in concert.

I hoped the tour would come to Denver. And it did! With the top tickets going for TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE DOLLARS. Two hundred and twenty-five freaking dollars. Probably more like $245 after Ticketmaster finishes extracting its pound of flesh. I got depressed when I heard this. Sure, I’d love to see The Police, but I am not in a place in my life where I have $250 to drop for them. I decided that I couldn’t see them after all, but I did not feel at peace with the decision. As the show date got closer, I got more and more bummed, feeling like I was going to miss the opportunity to do something I really wanted to do through circumstances I couldn’t control.

Then, somehow, something broke the spell. I think it was partly having a fantastic time seeing Stevie Nicks at Red Rocks on May 28th, partly balancing my checkbook, partly taking some steps to lift myself from the minor funk I’d been in. Anyway, I decided I was being ridiculous. No, I’m not going to spend $250 to see The Police, but I could still go! I’d gotten so used to sitting in good seats that I’d somehow forgotten it was possible to enjoy a concert from anywhere else.

So I determined that I could buy one of the $90 or $50 tickets and be perfectly happy. First, though, I thought I’d check out eBay and see if I could get a good deal there. Happily, the band chose to play 2 shows here, which attenuated the demand enough to make it a buyer’s market for secondhand tickets. I ended up paying $75.60 for one of the $250 seats! And that’s including shipping! Huzzah!

So I went, and had a great time. There was reason to be a bit wary. Not only had Sting veered well into dullness (for me), but the last thing The Police recorded was the wretched “Don’t Stand So Close To Me ’86”, which took a good song and vampirically sucked all the life out of it. The possibility existed that the entire show would be slow, jazz-inflected reinterpretations of Police hits. Happily, this was not the case. It was a rock & roll band on the stage last night, and I’m so glad I got out of my own way so I could see them.

Song letter meme

Via nothings, choose your favorite songs beginning with a given letter of the alphabet. Sean chose “F” for me.

Standard disclaimer about “favorite songs” lists: These are my favorites as of this moment in time. I can’t possibly construct anything like an “all-time favorites” list with something as emotional as music. Also, F seems to be a particularly strong letter for certain artists (for me, it was Liz Phair, Jackson Browne, and Simon & Garfunkel), so I’ve arbitrarily decided to limit the list slots to one per artist.

That said, here is the list:

  1. Aimee Mann – “Fifty Years After The Fair” (It hurts to even think of those days / The damage we do by the hopes that we raise)
  2. Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young – “Find The Cost Of Freedom” (All the brave soldiers that cannot get older been askin’ after you)
  3. Jean Sibelius & Lloyd Stone – “Finlandia Hymn” (This is my song, oh god of all the nations / A song of peace for lands afar and mine)
  4. Led Zeppelin – “Fool In The Rain” (Well there’s a light in your eye that keeps shining / Like a star that can’t wait for the night)
  5. Simon & Garfunkel – “For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her” (And when you ran to me, your cheeks flushed with the night / We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight)
  6. The Beatles – “For No One” (Your day breaks / Your mind aches)
  7. Jackson Browne – “Fountain Of Sorrow” (But when you see through love’s illusions, there lies the danger / And your perfect lover just looks like a perfect fool)
  8. Buckingham Nicks – “Frozen Love” (You may not be as strong as me / And I may not care to teach you)
  9. Liz Phair – “Fuck And Run” (I woke up alarmed / I didn’t know where I was at first / Just that I woke up in your arms / And almost immediately, I felt sorry)
  10. Elton John – “Funeral For A Friend/Love Lies Bleeding” (The roses in the window box have tilted to one side / Everything about this house was born to grow and die)

Following Sean’s example, I’ve included a lyric snippet for those who don’t know the song, don’t remember titles well, or just like lyric snippets. Also copycatting, further explanations are behind the cut:

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