I just now watched last night’s episode of “The Office,” because last night I went out with Leah and her room mate and her boyfriend for pizza at the wood fire pizza place, and dancing / air hockey at Rumors. It was a fun time.
It didn’t go too late, though, because everyone had to get up early this morning (I had my Intro to Knowledge and Reality midterm, which I think I pretty well rocked out of the house), but it did go too late to watch The Office. But now I’m all caught up on the weirdness. And oh, what weirdness it was. A little too weird for my tastes - it hardly felt like an episode of The Office at all. Plus, Michael kept making accidentally-gay comments that sounded much more like Tobias (from Arrested Development) than Michael.
There’s good news and bad news about my Professional Recording Studio. The good news is that my microphone and stand arrived, and they look pretty sweet. The bad news is that I can’t use it, because since it’s a pro-style microphone it has one of those Official Microphone Cords, rather than the small mic cords that can be plugged into the computer. So, I’ll have to wait until I get the other piece I ordered, which will allow me to finish getting it set up. According to the website, it should be in stock on the 14th (Valentine’s Day - ooo), so I’ll be able to start my fancy recording sometime soon after that.
And now, for your entertainment, the script to Episode One of the new comedy series, “Al Bride-a” (it rhymes with “al qaeda”)
"AL BRIDE-A"
INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
LARRY is seated on the couch, looking anxious. The doorbell
rings. LARRY leaps from the couch, opens the door, and is
disappointed to see his friend, FRED.
FRED
Don't look so thrilled!
LARRY
I'm sorry - I keep expecting the
UPS guy to show up.
FRED
Expecting a package?
LARRY
Expecting my new mail-order bride.
FRED
Oh... I didn't realize that they
actually shipped brides through
UPS. I assumed they sent them on
planes or something.
LARRY
No, she's coming in a packing
crate.
FRED
Oh. What is she - one of those
Russian ones?
LARRY
Russian? Heck no - I'm getting an
exotic one from the Middle East.
FRED
Uh oh - the Middle East? How do you
know that it's not one of those
suicide bombers?
LARRY
Come on, Fred, don't be a jerk.
It's a mail-order bride - she's
probably coming over here to escape
those guys.
FRED
What's she look like? Did they send
a picture?
LARRY
There was one, but it was really
too blurry to make out. I don't
think they have as good of cameras
as we have over here. When she gets
here, I'm going to get her all the
things we have in the West - I've
already even set her up a MySpace.
FRED
She's so lucky.
Doorbell rings. LARRY opens the door, and a UPS guy pushes in
a large crate.
UPS GUY
Are you Larry Fields?
LARRY
Yeah.
UPS GUY
Sign here.
LARRY signs his name on the UPS sheet.
UPS GUY (CONT'D)
Have a nice day.
LARRY
Thanks, you too.
UPS GUY exits.
FRED
Wow, that's some big crate!
LARRY
Help me get 'er open here...
FRED and LARRY pry the crate open. Inside they see OSAMA BIN
LADEN, in a dress.
FRED
Is that a beard?
LARRY
It's probably just some packing
materials to protect her from
breaking.
LARRY tugs at OSAMA's beard.
LARRY (CONT'D)
No, I guess it's a beard.
OSAMA
Please do not tug on my beard - as
a woman, I find it embarrassing
when people notice it.
LARRY
Oh - I'm sorry. Do you hear that,
Fred? It's just a little unsightly
facial hair; don't comment on it.
Don't worry, little missy, now that
you're in the US of A, we can get
that waxed right off.
OSAMA
Thank you. That will make me feel
more like a woman.
LARRY
I bet!
FRED
Hey, Larry...
LARRY
Yeah, Fred?
FRED
Larry... does she look... familiar
at all to you?
LARRY
Oh, well, you know they all look
the same to me.
FRED
No, I don't mean that... it's that,
I think she looks kind of like...
Osama bin Laden.
LARRY
What! You must be out of your mind.
FRED
Larry, just look at her - I tell
ya, I think that your mail order
bride is not a bride at all.
LARRY
You're being absurd. But fine -
I'll ask her. Say, sweetums, what's
your name?
OSAMA
My name is Osama...ria. You can
call me Maria.
LARRY
See that - her name's Maria. Maria,
this is really funny, Fred here
thought that you were Osama bin
Laden. He said you look like him.
OSAMA
I find it racist that you imply we
look alike.'
FRED
Well Gosh - I'm sorry.
LARRY
This'll take some getting used to -
just gotta remember, don't make any
comments about her beard, and don't
make any comments about her looking
like you-know-who.
FRED
Okay...
LARRY
Now, Maria, I've never had a mail
order bride before. What do we have
to do?
OSAMA
First we must go down to your
capital building and fill out some
forms.
LARRY
That sounds fine. Well Fred, I'm
going to take my new bride down to
the capital and get things
official. I'll give you a call
later and we'll do something.
FRED
That sounds fine. But listen -
you'd better keep an eye on that
woman of yours. There something
fishy about her...