Diabolical Plans

This afternoon I am hatching several diabolical plans involving paper clips, a typewriter, a cherry pie and a lawman from Texas. Heh heh.

Seriously, though...some guy brought in some kettle corn for the newsroom today and a couple of us have eaten enough of it to be a little bit sick. Ryan has been on the phone all day. I got in trouble because I yelled at Jeff to shut his mouth and didn't realize Ryan was interviewing on the phone at the desk next to me. Actually, he thought it was kinda funny, too.

Ryan said no one wants to talk to him today - in or out of the office. He said nobody likes him for some reason. Actually, we all love him, but he's having a mini-pity party over there by himself so I'll leave him alone. I won't point out that he's been talking to people all day.

Jeff just said out loud "I am so gay." We are aghast. Someone better tell Mandy (his girlfriend). Really, though...it would be fun to have a little diversity in the newsroom. Unfortunately we're all white, straight and crazy.

The Princess of Chaos and Cotton Candy

There is nothing new in the NEWsroom. Nothing. Ryan continues to sing and make curious hand motions to all the songs being piped in on the network playlist, Jeff continues to argue with everyone, Kirby is up to her usual antics, Patti is pissed off at her machinery and verbally threatening to throw it against the wall and I am staring out the window - dreaming of cotton candy and pretty pink princess tiaras.

Screaming about Boobs.

Poor Brenda.

The entire newsroom was yelling at once (Jeff was reading about Hooters and telling Patti it has everything to do with March Madness sports and everyone joined in the screaming match) and Brenda walked in and hollered over everyone with complete exasperation in her voice: "How am I supposed to quit smoking when I have to deal with you people in here?"