My Idol is a Beet Farmer

Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you will land among the stars.

False. The nearest star is 93 million miles from the moon.

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As it happens, I was wide awake at 4 am this morning watching Tosh.0 recordings and The Office reruns. Everyone else in the house was snoring.

I love comedy. It’s my go-to form of self-care when I’m sick, stressed, sad, and dealing with insomnia. Over time, I’ve become more knowledgeable about who I like to watch/listen to, and the material I find funny. I can remember when I first started watching comedy regularly, which was pretty much the time that I started binge-watching The Office on Netflix.

Talking specifically on the topic of The Office, I was instantly drawn to the in-your-face egomaniac beet farmer, Dwight Schrute.

Dwight Schrute is my spirit animal. He’s likes beets even more than me (if that’s possible). (I love beets just about any way, except for the smooth, canned beet slices. The ridged beet slices taste better. Don’t ask me why.)

Besides beets, Dwight has had a huge effect on my life:

  • He taught me how to motivate myself. (Anytime and anywhere.)
  • He taught me how to prank others in the workplace.
  • He gave a great crash course on being parkour.
  • He provided information about facial protection during basketball games.
  • I learned the various ways to throw a birthday party and seriously maim a piñata.
  • I got the best instruction on evil facial expressions…
  • …laughs….
  • …and comebacks.

Fact: If I could meet Dwight Schrute in real life, I would go for it.

For now I’ll settle with discovering new comedians on my own time. In the past I’ve watched quite a bit of Brian Regan and Jim Gaffigan. (I’m also ready to check out the Jim Gaffigan Show.) Does anyone have any suggestions?

 

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