Conversations of the Week: How the Brain Functions Immediately Before Holidays

Nancy: Wow, it's already dark outside.
Joanna: *staring at her computer screen* What is dark?
N: Well. Dark is when it gets all black outside and we make fires.
J: Wha--? OH. Dark. Nighttime. Got it.
N: I think it's time for a break.

*Two days later*

N: Why do you have ink all over you?
J: I needed to write a few things down, but I couldn't find any paper, so I just used my hand. And my arm.
S: Ha, I needed to write down a number earlier and only had paper. The only pen in my purse was a blacklight pen.
N: A what?
S: It's a pen that only shows up under blacklight. I used it for the number anyway, but now I can't find where I wrote it because I don't *have* a blacklight.
N: Yes. Time for break.

Conversation of the Week #4

It was 4:47 and I had hit that moment when I thought "I absolutely need to get up and walk into some else's office to sit down just to be OUT of mine." So I did this and proceeded to walk across the suite to Janet Reid's office. J wasn't in.

Me: (plops into J's chair and flops head and arms onto desk) Don't mind me, I just needed to, ya know, move.

Meredith Barnes of Fencing Fame: I was totally just about to do the same thing.

Brooks-the-brilliant-intern: How would you describe Care Bears meets Jaws?

Me: I would imagine Shark Bear, and when he'd hold out his stomach a big shark would pop out and eat you.

Mer: I love that there was no hesitation in that answer.

Brooks: What would be your tag line?

Me: Care Bear Scare!

(and yes, I acted this out)

The Duel over DECEPTION!

Remember this post from Friday?

Well, here is PROOF of what went down while I was out. It's the T-rex herself, Kathleen Ortiz vs. The Shark's slithery assistant Meredith Barnes!

And if you can't see what they're fighting over in their grubby little paws, that's a copy of DECEPTION by Lee Nichols, a fun, creepy, action-packed paranormal YA (think Buffy with ghosts...seriously).

!!!

Maybe we should duel over good reads every Friday afternoon?

Conversation of the Week #3

Today was just...one of THOSE days. You know the kind. The kind of day where you wake up and as soon as you open your eyes, a speck of dust that feels more like razorblades lands right on your eye ball then you sit up fast and blink furiously, only to jostle your husband out of a dead sleep and he elbows you in the ribs, then you go "For cryin' out loud!" and fling off the covers, still tugging on your lashes and looking up down all around, swing your feet onto the floor and onto the dog, who yelps loud enough to make you feel like an animal abuser. Yeah. That kind of day.

::sighs::

But! There were good times in Suite 500 today. When I called to check in around 4:30 this afternoon, this is what I heard:

Sara: Hello, Joanna's office?

Joanna: Hey, Sara...what. A. Day. Ugh. When I talked to--

Voices on the other end: En garde! [clang! clang!]

S: [giggles]

J: Um...is that...?

S: Yeah, @Kortizzle stopped by, someone brought in a couple foils. Right now @Kortizzle is facing off with @byobrooks. I think @mer_barnes and @rachelkory are up next.

Nancy (in background): Watch the plant, guys.

J: .....

S: So what did you need?

J: I don't remember.

I guess it was that kind of day for all of Suite 500. But instead of sulking like a baby (like moi), they decided to have a little fun. Thanks for the reminder to suck it up and make my own good time, guys!

Conversation of the Week.

We, uh, forgot to do one last week. *cough* WE'RE SORRY! Friday, when we planned to do one, got crazy, and we ended up being at the office until fairly late, and, well, it's been crazy ever since.

Which is why this conversation happened today:

J: From now on, we are calling this The Space of Tranquility. No bad or crazy things are allowed in The Space of Tranquility.

Nancy: We need candles.

J: YES. Candles would be perfect.

N: We could steal some from a church. There's a few churches around here, aren't there?

S: Because the way to make this space tranquil is to *steal* candles. From a church.

N: Well, they have so many.

J: Yeah, they won't notice.

And guys, we are having so. much. fun. reading your answers to the eight questions from the last post. Keep 'em coming!

Also, keep your eye out for a contest we're starting tomorrow. It's going to be a lengthy one, but we're really excited about it.

Like Fridays Needed a Reason to be More Awesome

Jo and I had a conversation earlier this week (or maybe last week? I don't know. Earlier today I told someone it was October, so I am no longer responsible for dates. Regardless...) about putting in some regular blog features. Book reviews, giveaways...we have lots of fun stuff planned. One of the ideas we're most excited about is called Conversation of the Week. There are hilarious/intelligent/interesting people here in Suite 500, and we get to have hilarious/intelligent/interesting conversations with them. Because we're freakishly lucky. And we want to share those!

Then, of course, we spent the entire week with our noses against our computer screens, generally interacting with no one. I was thinking Conversation of the Week would have to wait till next week, when one of us had actually managed to *have* a conversation.

And then yesterday happened.

It was not so much a conversation as it was a disaster. But still.

Joanna: Yay! Time to go home!

Tornado: Totes going to hit Queens and Brooklyn. Maybe grab some Chinese food on the way back out.

J: ...Wait, what?

T: *SPLOOSH*

J: Are you kidding me, T? How am I supposed to get home??

T: *MORE SPLOOSH*

Brand New Intern Rick: How am *I* supposed to get home? All the trains out have been cancelled.

J: Uhhh.

BNIR: If this was Blood Diamond, I would be the guy screaming, "You've gotta get me out of here!" and you would be Leonardo DiCaprio.

J: ...Yes. Yes, I would.

T: I am going to stop for ten seconds. Nine. Eight.

J: GOOOO!

BNIR: Wait, where am *I* going? All my trains are cancelled!

J: My guest room?

BNIR: Oh! Yeah, okay. Thanks.

No. Seriously. That happened.

P.S. And the winner of BAMBOO PEOPLE (you lucky thing, you) is KO. Congrats! Email us at NCLitBlog (at) gmail (dot) com with your mailing address, and we'll send it your way.