life imitates art, or: how i learned to stop worrying and get what i love

so that's that, then. having finished exposing the future mrs. toad to the entire run of futurama and having myself grown off of "family guy", the future mrs. toad and i sat down and watched the bbc's "the office" from end to end, over a series of days, of course, because the mrs. and saint are busy toads.

which is to say, we had to brew and bottle beer these last couple of days/weeks, but that's a different story.

this story is about my life and how it parallels that of tim/dawn in the bbc's "the office".

true fact: the week of the thursday when i told 203 that i loved her, i watched the final episode of the final season of the office. true fact #2: either the day after that, or the week after that (can't remember which, but in either case, i was alone, and i think it was the week after), i watched the "christmas special".

this won't mean much to you if you haven't seen the office. the office in its first season is a comedy, in its second season is a tragedy (in the greek sense), and in the christmas special, is a stroke of brilliance -- an ending that hollywood fumbles again and again, yet, in the hands of merchant and gervais, transcends.

or maybe that's just because my life imitated their art.

that week was a busy one in my life, and while i was blessed with a confluence of influences, the scene where tim listens -- really listens -- to what he's saying is pure brilliance.

sitting on the couch last (last?) night with the soon to be mrs. toad, i nearly cheered out loud as tim realized what he was saying and did what he did -- because in that moment, when i first watched tim come to that conclusion, i was coming to the same conclusion that he arrived at (sorry about that sentence, folks).

tonight, as we watched the special, i teared up when david grew a pair and when dawn cried. the office sent me a message at a crucial point in my life, and the message is a nice one to see so deftly presented:

the world, in its natural state, is unbalanced and unpleasant. but when, through our efforts, through the magic of doing the right thing at the right time, the world is jarred, the pieces can sometimes fall all into their places, and bring joy instead of frustration.