We Found Ourselves Wanting To Hurry Time

Baseball Is The Slow Creation Of Something Beautiful. It Is The Almost Boringly Paced Accumulation Of What Seems Slight Or Incidental Into An Opera Of Bracing Suspense. The Game Will Threaten Never To End, Until Suddenly It Forces You To Marvel At How It Came To Be Where It Is And To Wonder At How Far It Might Go. It’s The Drowsy Metamorphosis Of The Dull Into The Indescribable.

Some Days Felt Longer Than Other Days. Some Days Felt Like Two Whole Days. Unfortunately Those Days Were Never Weekend Days. Our Saturdays And Sundays Passed In Half The Time Of A Normal Workday. In Other Words, Some Weeks It Felt Like We Worked Ten Straight Days And Had Only One Day Off.

The Office Is A Romantic Enabler Because You're Always Around The Person You Have A Crush On. There's No Escape From, And Maybe No Desire To Escape From, Those Pressure-cooker Conditions. And There's An Automatic Series Of Things You Have To Talk About All The Time.

I Think Comedy Is So Much Easier To Do On The Page Than It Is In Real Life. When I'm Writing, Comedy Is An Easy Way To Win Over The Reader. You're Automatically More Disposed To Keep Reading, Thinking Maybe, "i'll Get Another Laugh Or Two." I Think It's A Survival Instinct In Me. I Mean, You Don't Want To Lose These Guys Within Five Or Ten Pages. You Want Them To Keep Going. I Think To Some Extent It's A Desperate Measure That I Throw Out There, Because A Novel Isn't A Complete Waste Of Time If It Made You Laugh.

I Don't Actually Think Of The Internet As The Bad Guy. I Think Of The Internet As Doing A Hell Of A Lot Of Wonderful, Fascinating, Interesting Things. A Lot Of Information That's Exchanged On The Internet Is Extremely Useful, And Every Once In A While It Percolates Up To Knowledge. Wisdom Is Far Harder To Come By.