thedailywhat:
Shakeup At The Office of the Day: James Spader is a one season man according to sources at NBC.
Steve Carell’s Office replacement — who later took over for Kathy Bates as well — will be departing at the end of the current season.
Office executive producer and writer Paul Lieberstein (who also plays Toby) said Spader “always wanted this to be a one year arc, and he now leaves us having created one of the most enigmatic and dynamic characters in television.”
He expressed his gratitude to the Secretary actor for “helping us successfully transition into the post-Michael Scott years.”
Spader’s lead may soon be followed by others, leaving the question of a ninth season pickup lacking an unequivocal response.
Head writer Daniel Chun may soon jump ship to ABC after signing an overall deal, and writer Mindy Kaling, who plays Kelly, could move to Fox with her new comedy project, which was recently ordered to series.
A spin-off featuring Rainn Wilson as Dwight Schrute is also rumored to be in the works.
[thr.]
Office Rant Commence:
FIRST OFF, I fucking don’t give a shit about that character. I have never found him to be humorous and has not been in ANY way a replacement for Steve Carell. Give me a damn break. I highly respect Paul Lieberstein but no. No. I’m glad Spader will be leaving. With that said- I love the Office. I do, with every inch of me. But for the love of god, IT NEEDS TO END. Steve Carell was the show. I mean I love all the characters, of course, but it’s just time for it to end. And lastly, A Dwight spin off sounds terrible. Again, fucking love him, but why do we always try to drag things out for too long? It was a damn great show and lets just let it be. This is why I admire shows like Six Feet Under so much. And Big Love. The endings were perfect and had such closure and finality. Just end already, Office. Love you, goodbye.
(Can you tell I’m highly avoiding doing my hw?)
@3 months ago with 305 notes
#The Office #Rant
I hate to have my blog become one of sappy rants and pity stories. But I have yet to buy a new journal and writing it on paper feels more real to me. The internet feels less personal, less honest. So maybe in writing it out on here, I can deceive my words and fill the voids with encouragements and hope. And then maybe, just maybe, I will start believing them.
Lately when I watch movies or shows that involve love stories, whether in times of trouble or joy, I start crying. Instantly. I’m known to be a sensitive sap, but these tears are not my normal tears. They used to be filled with excitement. I saw those days in my future and I suppose in my present at times too. I had my future planned out and I couldn’t wait to live through all those moments just like my favorite characters.
But now, it’s all different. I get angry at those characters. Angry that they have this world, whether perfect or not. Angry that the media makes love and marriage and relationships out to be this thing I haven’t experienced. Angry that I can’t understand why I can’t seem to find whatever it is they have found. Even if it’s somewhat made up.
I’m a big romantic. A big dreamer. I was raised by one and no matter what I do, I’ll always be searching for that. I understand and value independence, despite what many think. I have jumped from relationship to relationship nearly my entire life, but half of those relationships have required me to be on my own in some aspect or another. I’m not sure why I seem to attract distance into my love life but I can’t seem to escape it. And I am 100% the exact wrong person for that kind of situation. Yet somehow I keep ending up here. Sitting alone. Longing. Hoping. Wishing. Waiting.
Maybe I’m too much a dreamer. Maybe my standards are too high. But I’d like to believe that’s not true. I just want to be loved. To have someone to hug and kiss each day. To smile everyday, or as many as possible. And I keep thinking I’ve found that, but every night I keep ending up alone wondering where I’m going wrong.
So what, Rebekah. You’re a mere 22 years old. Get over yourself.
Yeah, I know. But when you have something so great and so perfect and it constantly keeps getting pulled away from you, it makes you stop and wonder what the hell you’re doing wrong. What am I doing wrong? I know you have to live life for yourself, not anyone else. I get that. Truly, I do. I broke off my biggest relationship because I knew I needed to follow the right path for me. Even though I was so in love. Even though we maybe could have worked it out and figure something out. That was the hardest and biggest decision I’ve ever made and no one can tell me I don’t do what is best for me. Or value myself or my plans. But is it so much to ask to have someone along for the journey?
And here I am again, stuck in this miserable middle ground, trying to understand where to step next. I guess I jumped into this new relationship too fast. But after two years of distance and pain and longing, it just felt so perfect to spend everyday like I always dreamed. Like my characters always did. Like I knew I deserved. But now it’s torn away from me, just like it always seems to do and I’m stuck trying to find my footing. I kept telling myself this distance wouldn’t be like the last. They weren’t the same person. He’d find the time for me. But it’s been a couple days and reality is really hitting. Yeah, it’s not the same situation because in my previous one, we both felt love. And that love drove us to find time for eachother. But I’m starting to realize, the dreamer got the best of me again.
I suppose I got what I asked for. I suppose I’m exactly where I put myself. And I suppose I have no right to complain because we both agreed to this. But as the distance settles in and the silence thickens, I remember how weak I am in this situation. And knowing how unbearably similar we are, the weakness will kick in for you too. So I’m left sitting alone. Longing. Hoping. Wishing. Waiting. Only this time, I don’t have much faith. I want to, but perhaps it’s time I grow up and acknowledge my own words of accepting whatever outcome. And I suppose I do.
Maybe it’s not so much about who but about the idea and dream. Maybe I need to stop watching so many love stories and trying to rush my own. I know there’s a lot more to life. I know I have a lot more to offer and live for then love. But truly, it’s all I want. Money, career, fame completely lack meaning to me. All I want is to be happy and in love. To have a family that I can invest all of myself into. I know I should be focusing on myself. I’m about to graduate college and start finding myself and my talents. And I’m excited for all that. I’m already making plans of cities I wanna explore, internships I wanna try, paths I wanna take. But it all feels worthless if I have no one to share it with. And right now, it feels like I’m losing the one person I had the highest hope for. All because of a time zone distance and no communication. No cell phone reception, no internet, no address for letters. Nothing. It’s hard to find hope when you’ve been down the same direction already. And recently. Like for the past two years and it only ended five months ago recently. Shit.
This time is for me. I know. All about me. Pushing me to my limit and finding my balance again. It’ll be good for me. Make me stronger. Blah blah blah. I guess I just wish it didn’t feel this lonely. No one to text or call when I’m needing reassurance. No skyping when I need distraction. No roommate to help pass the time away with wine. Just me. Just me in my little studio with my cat and netflix and my last semester of college which involves enough stress as it is. Some would argue that it’s a good thing for me and a good time for me. But those people have never lived alone while their heart never fully healed from a big break up and is currently breaking again from the present one.
So much for deception and words of hope. My sadness, insanity and winter gloom is getting the best of me. Perhaps I should invest in a sun lamp and a new tv show free of love. Perhaps I should find a new dream and a new star to wish upon. But mostly, perhaps I just need to find my balance. This all is so new and raw and perhaps, perhaps I’m overreacting. The feeling is just too familiar and the outcome too noticeable. I may be a dreamer, but I’m also a fearful over-thinker.
This helped way less than I hoped. And I’ll probably delete it tomorrow once I realize how petty and stupid I sound. But for tonight, I’ll let my words float in the unknown. I’ll let my fear of rejection and hopelessness simmer. I’ll be vulnerable and not in control. Perhaps that’s what I need. Perhaps.
@6 months ago
#rant #blog
I haven’t seen someone or spoken to someone face to face since thursday night. I’m going crazy and crying because I’m so lonely and have no one to see.
Can it just be next week so I can be home already? ;(
@1 year ago
#rant
I just wrote a long-heartfelt recap of my day, emotions and doubts. I clicked post and my internet cable fell out of its respected spot in my computer, losing my whole entry.
Perhaps it’s better I just wrote it out for myself. No one enjoys reading a sappy post complaining about my half perfect life. Maybe it will teach me to stop complaining and act on my doubts.
In one week I will be a junior in college. The pamphlets all lied. Where are my amazing, life long friends? Where are my crazy fun adventures? Where is my eagerness to learn more? Where is my passion I work so diligently for? Where is my future?
I’ll keep whispering to myself that maybe next year will be better. Maybe, just maybe, it will actually come true. If only I had the balls to not find out. If only I had the balls to go somewhere else that actually nourishes my passions, rather than drains them. If only the answer would fall straight into my palm.
I constantly doubt my abilities, knowledge and creativity. I feel so damn lost in a sea of overwhelmingly passionate artists who have a bullshit concept for every stupid picture they take. I try to embrace fine art. I try so damn hard but I just don’t get it. Throw a barbie in a photo and say its about woman’s role in society? I can’t grasp it but I also can’t voice it. That was the theme of my day, every inch of it. So here:
-I think you are stuck up and hypocritical. Your pride discourages discussion and your teaching method inhibits learning and growth. You have turned me off from something I was beginning to feel passion towards. Thanks.
-I don’t appreciate being shut out of this situation. We are a team, we are one and it is unbelievably unfair to suddenly decide I don’t get to be apart of this one. Even if the situation is not yours, it involves you, which inevitably involves me. I don’t need the whole damn story, just a piece so the little words I can offer right now can be of understanding and comfort.
-Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
Well, shucks. I still ranted anyways. My last entry was just sappy. This one got sassy.
Go to bed, Rebekah, and stfu.
@2 years ago
#Blog #Rant