Steve Carell

Summary: This is a diary entry written from the point-of-view of one of the cameramen. Despite the fact that he is always in the offices of Dunder Mifflin Scranton, we never get to hear from him...until now. This entry is pertaining to scenes from the Night Out episode. There are no pictures because I wanted to preserve the feeling that wewe are kusoma a diary.

DIARY ENTRY (April 26, 2008):
11:45 p.m. -- There are worse things to be doing on a Friday night than sitting in a crappy New York City apartment, watching three grown men sleeping while police sirens go off in the background. I can’t...

I found a song that I think would be great to put along with a jam, jamu fanvid. So here it is, along with the lyrics. My suggestions are in parentheses & italics.

Michael Buble - Everything lyrics

You're a falling star, You're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.

And wewe play it coy, but it's kinda cute.
Ah, When wewe smile at me wewe know exactly what wewe do. (Insert an adorable Pam smile here, possibly followed kwa an adorable Jim smile)
Baby don't pretend, that wewe don't know it's true.
Cause...

Picket signs. Giant cups of coffee. Sore feet. Emotionally charged people who are willing to put everyone on the line for what they believe in. Those are the makings of any good strike. Unfortunately, the current strike of the Writer’s Guild has one other ingredient that most strikes don’t have…heartbroken fans. It might not be considered normal to be psychically and emotionally affected kwa the writer’s strike, but I can attest to the fact that it is possible. Since learning of what the strike means for my inayopendelewa televisheni shows, I have been conflicted with emotions of pride, grief,...

link Review kwa Connie Norberg

Kevin Malone begins our hilarious episode with his “Kevins Famous Chili” as he walks into the building with his very big pot of homemade chili. With the elevators out of order, he is forced to walk the chili all the way to the office. Unfortunately, he doesn’t make it far before it spills onto the carpeted floor. So he looks around for something to scoop it up with and put back into the pot. Using 2 folders, he slops the now contaminated chili back into the pot, while falling directly into the spill; his suit is covered in chili.

Meanwhile, Michael Scott holds...

I always considered myself a different kind of girl. Mostly because I always got treated differently, kwa my family, kwa my peers and even my teachers. When I was younger, I always felt like the outsider; the one no one would ever listen to au understand, always ignored, always picked last for a game, ridiculed in anything I alisema and did, with no one ever giving me a chance to onyesha my full potential.

I was the odd one. I was a black sheep. I know a thing au two about how it feels to be the butt of a joke, being at the mercy of those people called “popular” and “normal”. Too bad all those...