This is perhaps the greatest thing I have ever seen:
It combines about a million things I love, most notably two of the largest celebrity crushes of my life. Representing my awkward tween years, Mr. Josh Hartnett, and for my awkward borderline adult years, John Krasinski. As ex-guest blogger Madeline so wisely put it in her description of this video (in wise words stolen from Ms. Liz Lemon), I want to go to there.
I can hear hearts all over the world breaking. John Krasinski, who plays the oh-so-lovable Jim Halpert on NBC’s The Office, is officially engaged to Emily Blunt. The two have been secretly dating since November.
Two video posts in a row maaay seem a little lazy and lame but it’s so worth it because we all must go see this movie together (I’m talking to you, 300-odd regular readers) and smile the whole time and eat Red Vines and fall deeply, deeply in love with a — wait for it — BEARDED John Krasinski:
Now, our love for John Krasinski has been pretty well documented on this blog, here and here and here and here. But I’ve yet to see Johnny K branch out and do a movie that I actually wanted see. I’m always afraid they’ll be bad and ruin my perfect love for him. (No John, seriously, are you listening? I’m tall too. Pretty witty. Did I mention I think we’re soulmates?) This movie, however, actually looks good. A little indie, a little funny, a little tugging-at-the-heart-strings; it’s a holy trinity of movie goodness. Plus, the movie was directed by Sam Mendes, husband of SWTCTW girl crush Kate Winslet AND SWTCTW’s very own Kathleen looks eerily like Maya Rudolph. So there’s that.
FYI, the song in the preview is Alexi Murdoch’s “All My Days.”
Thanks to sometime guest blogger Madeline for the tip!
As I’ve mentioned, this summer I have been putting my college degree to good use by temping as a receptionist. Things can get pretty boring when the phones aren’t ringing and no one’s on gchat, so I have had to find more creative ways to keep myself occupied (mostly just by lowering my standards of things I find entertaining). My favorite activity is imagining that my office is actually as fun as Dunder Mifflin’s Scranton branch, complete with all of the characters. As a receptionist-temp, I’m a Pam-Ryan hybrid, minus Pam’s Jim (bummer, I know), and Ryan’s douchebagginess. This week my boss is kind of a Toby, a friendly low-talker. I really wish we had a Creed around here to keep things interesting.
Along with mastering Pam’s friendly, perky phone voice, I’ve learned a lot from my work as a receptionist. For starters, that I’m never supposed to actually call myself a receptionist. I am the all-important “Office Manager.” Maybe I’ll get business cards. I also finally learned how to work a fax machine, which is huge, and my rate of accidentally hanging up on people when using the fancy office phones has dramatically decreased. (Speaking of office technology, did you know that there’s a machine that folds letters in thirds for you? How great is that?!) I’ve learned how to say goodbye in secretary language: “Mmm buh-bye.” And that people have some really great names: I’ve spoken to a man with the last name of McCool, a dentist named Dr. Wyte (I have money on the fact that he made that up), a technician named James Bond, a fellow receptionist named Echo, and my friend got an email from my favorite so far, a Dr. Booger. Isn’t it fun being so immature?