By God, I'm enchanted! I'm enchanted A LOT. I wonder if maybe I could use the fact that my mother was in the theatre department at the University of Washington with Rainn Wilson to somehow finagle my way into a writing gig for this show, and then I could sneakily, subtly Toby/Pam-ify the whole show. And it would be AWESOME.

Maybe if I have a light course load next semester.

You know, I don't even have big problems with Jim/Pam, really -- like, when I just watch the show, and they are cute and a couple, I'm like, 'Okay, you guys are cute, that's fine with me!' But then I think about Jim proposing successfully, and them getting married, and it kind of makes me want to throw up. So. That might become an issue. I GET THAT THEY ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER AND REALLY, REALLY HAPPY, I DO. I just ... there's a sick, little big part of me that wishes they weren't, and yearns to plant seeds of discontentment and illmatched-ness between them. I am wicked.

Andy serenading Angela will always be one of the greatest romantic moments on this show ever, EVER. Also, hey, show, if you need to be hung up on one of your main couples, FOR GOD'S SAKE, GO BACK TO RYAN/KELLY. For me. Come on. I remember the good ol' days when I never had to worry about them parting, because there was no way Kelly was gonna let him go!

And OH GOSH, YOU'RE RIGHT, Angela has finally found someone who can share her appreciation for Harry Connick Jr.! I feel like there might be some actual affection lurking beneath her disdainful ambivalence that we just haven't gotten to see. It's like ... weird reverse Ryan/Kelly!