"Schrute-Space"
Note: The following has nothing to do with Photoshop or photography (but read it anyway).
I was reading an article about actor Rainn Wilson of NBC's The Office on CNN.com over lunch the other day. I'm a big fan of the show, I just think it's one of the funniest things on TV. Wilson plays intensely devoted assistant regional manager (really, assistant to the regional manager) Dwight Schrute who is often the object of elaborate pranks devised by his co-workers. He is one of the more unique characters ever written for television comedy and Wilson is amazing in the role.
In the article, Wilson mentions that he writes as Dwight over on the show's site on NBC.com in his blog "Schrute-Space." He doesn't write very frequently but definitely go back in the archives and read it all. Do it now.
Some excerpts from the blog:
- "First of all, "fall" is my favorite of the four seasons (next to summer and spring of course). And here is a little known fact: They call it fall because people fall down a great deal over all the leaves and branches. It also gets icy later on in the season and that ice on the puddles gets covered with leaves and brambles and such. In my humble opinion they should call it "horrifying accident waiting to happen" or "trip" or "lookout for leaves!""
- " I have over 87 people in my immediate family however. But most of them don't have the internet as they are farmers. Mostly beet farmers or Amish. The Amish don't use the internet. Probably because of how slow dial-up is."
- "Here in Scranton it is 46 degrees and SLEETY. I love sleet. It's so bracing. It's not snow (wimpy) or rain (annoying). It's sleet. It's its own thing. Sleet is the most unappreciated type of weather. This winter, let's all try and have a deeper respect for sleet and what it does and what it is. Also - think about the way the throat and swallowing works. The epiglotis decides what goes where down the trachea and/or esophogus. But it gets no respect. This tiny flap of skin in your neck decides if something is food or air. The food goes to your tummy. The air goes to your lungs. Without it your food would go straight into your lungs and clog them up. You'd have soup in your lungs. Or a sandwich. Or Doritos. Or Fresca. OR you would get air in your tummy and be a big gassy fart bag all the time. All that from the tiny, powerful epiglotis. In many ways, I am like the epiglotis. Small, unappreciated, not well thought of or respected, but POWERFUL. So powerful that without me you'd have food in your lungs."
- "Why are robots always the villains? Why are robots always portrayed as shifty aggressors with ulterior motives? Why can't robots be taken for what they are. Artificially intelligent creatures who are PROGRAMMED to serve humanity.... A coffee maker is a robot. Think about it: "I want a cup of coffee. No, make that seven. I want seven cups of coffee. I want those seven cups at 6:55 AM. I want seven cups of coffee, extra-strong. I want the coffee maker to beep me a warning signal when the requisite cups have been brewed. I want those seven cups to be kept warm at a temperature of 103 degrees fareinheit until I have drunk every drop of hot coffee." Etc... Etc... That is robotics. Plain and simple. Is that so dangerous? Are you afraid of your Mr.Coffee now? Are you switching to tea? No, you are not. You love your little coffee robot."
