If You're Awesome, You'll Understand This.

I went to Vegas this weekend for the holiday. Other than learning that I'm apparently very good at blackjack, I learned that Canadians aren't actually afraid of the dark.

It's like learning that the Easter Bunny is not actually man-sized.

Even When He's Bad, He's Good.

My friends and I sort of worship Neil Patrick Harris. He's Dr. Evil for Pete's sake! And Barney Stinson! And Doogie ! And the list just goes on. (FYI, I totally saw him in Proof opposite Anne Heche on Broadway. And I ate dinner two tables away from him at the Gramercy Tavern in NYC.)

It came to my attention that NPH auditioned for the role of Dr. Tam on Firefly, which role he didn't get. Sean Maher got it instead. Which made it possible for one Zacquisha (because he actually can pass for a young Sean Maher) to get his first onscreen role as the young Dr. Tam, thereby fulfilling a geektastic degree of separation between him the Whedonverse.

It's crap like this that makes me happy.

Warmth.

The season 4 finale of The Office aired last night. I haven't laughed out loud at a sitcom like I did for this episode in a long, long time. Part of what made the whole thing work was the ease with which Amy Ryan entered the fray, creating an intriguing foil to Michael within minutes, and then believable fleshing out detail after detail as the scenes go on. (Ryan had her big mainstream break in Ben Affleck's Gone Baby Gone -- just owning Cate Blanchett in the pre-Oscar awards race for Best Supporting Actress.) I'm so taken with these women guesting in ensemble comedies and radiating warmth and comedy. I kept thinking of Scrubs's Sarah Chalke on How I Met Your Mother in particular as I watching. These are the guest spots of legend.

My only beef with the episode: Whereas some shows when mentioning a fake website actually put one up, The Office should have put the full Youtube clip of Ryan being carted away up. Boo.