I Hate So Much About The Things That You Choose To Be

That, my friend, is a line from The Office.

One fortuitous afternoon, a friend sent me this link. It began with just a couple of episodes per week, during a late lunch or casual dinner. Then, it became a source of procastination ("Hm, what is more interesting than algorithms homework?"). Before I knew it, it became the solution to my every problem:

"I don't know why PCA has a lower error rate than LLE."
Watch The Office.
"I can't figure out this algorithms problem."
Watch The Office.
"My car is leaking weird stuff."
Watch The Office.
"I'm hungry."
Watch The Office.

I think I am addicted to The Office. In case anybody else knows what I'm talking about, I've compiled a brief list of symptoms for your viewing pleasure/horror:

• you have downloaded the score for The Office theme song and can play it on the piano
• you visit officetally.com, northernattack.com, and givememyremote.com multiple times a day
• you have looked up "Scranton, Pennsylvania" on Wikipedia
• you use terms like "Jam" and "Dwangela"
• you signed up for a mySpace account just to add Jenna Fischer as your friend
• you know the correct spelling of "Beesley" (and the controversy that preceded it)
• you think Dwight is adorable
• you have seen Angela laugh-out-loud
• you know Michael Scott's license plate number, and the ringtone on his cell
• you can have whole conversations using quotes from The Office
• you own Dunder-Mifflin stationary
• you know that Hooters is a restaurant, with more than 400 locations world-wide
• you begin noticing eerie similarities between Michael Scott and your dad
• you are well aware that John Krasinski is single
• you secretely wish to be a receptionist

Dare I begin watching the BBC version? Not if you want to stay in grad school, says the little voice in my head.