The Office Season 5 Solo Promo Shoots

I found a song that I think would be great to put along with a JAM fanvid. So here it is, along with the lyrics. My suggestions are in parentheses & italics.

Michael Buble - Everything lyrics

You're a falling star, You're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.

And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute.
Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do. (Insert an adorable Pam smile here, possibly followed by an adorable Jim smile)
Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.
Cause...

Picket signs. Giant cups of coffee. Sore feet. Emotionally charged people who are willing to put everyone on the line for what they believe in. Those are the makings of any good strike. Unfortunately, the current strike of the Writer’s Guild has one other ingredient that most strikes don’t have…heartbroken fans. It might not be considered normal to be psychically and emotionally affected by the writer’s strike, but I can attest to the fact that it is possible. Since learning of what the strike means for my favorite television shows, I have been conflicted with emotions of pride, grief,...

link Review by Connie Norberg

Kevin Malone begins our hilarious episode with his “Kevins Famous Chili” as he walks into the building with his very big pot of homemade chili. With the elevators out of order, he is forced to walk the chili all the way to the office. Unfortunately, he doesn’t make it far before it spills onto the carpeted floor. So he looks around for something to scoop it up with and put back into the pot. Using 2 folders, he slops the now contaminated chili back into the pot, while falling directly into the spill; his suit is covered in chili.

Meanwhile, Michael Scott holds...

I always considered myself a different kind of girl. Mostly because I always got treated differently, by my family, by my peers and even my teachers. When I was younger, I always felt like the outsider; the one no one would ever listen to or understand, always ignored, always picked last for a game, ridiculed in anything I said and did, with no one ever giving me a chance to show my full potential.

I was the odd one. I was a black sheep. I know a thing or two about how it feels to be the butt of a joke, being at the mercy of those people called “popular” and “normal”. Too bad all those...