I haz a wall??? Yay!! I'm so sick of cubicles...oy.

Okay, okay, I'll turn the music down, Bill.....NOT.

*turns the stereo up two notches and puts feet up on desk*

Yeah...that's more like it.

Ping pong was never my sport, but I'm a better bowler than the President.

Aren't you the guy that toilet papered the trees in front of Redstate?

(bwakfat spikes the watercooler)

And who has the trap door beneath his/her cubicle that leads to a secret dungeon, with shackles and leg irons tailor made for Blunderdick and Widdle Dub?

I too would like an answer to that question. I spent 8 years with that bible bibbled moron and I want my OWN undisclosed location. Given the amount of attention I have received at TPM, I do believe that I have earned my own office.

There's a steady stream of Asian and Indian food being delivered to the front office where OGD hangs and trys to keep the riff-raff from entering the inner sanctum. No receptionist, although there is a permanent janitorial staff on duty 24/7. All the cats are on the east end of the office, and the dogs are on the west end. Some have formed interspecies friendships and have been seen slipping off to the cafeteria, (or the supply closet on the second floor on occassion!). The barnyard animals are to the north, (great window views!), along with wild animals, dolphins, manatees, etc., plus there's a special annex for stuffed animals). Humanoids are center stage, (especially those with professional wrestling avatars!). Center stage has a 'special' cubicle for those using their own pic for their avatar that periodically disappears, giving those bloggers a false, if well deserved sense of anonymity. To the south, (very hot over there in the afternoon!), are those with not so easily pidgeonholed avatars, (Mushroom clouds, naso-pharanx guy, flowers, peace signs, etc). Jason, lalo, mcb, and the so-called 'clever' bulldog have their own cubicle on the top floor, 'cause they must have better connections than the rest of us. There's a 24 hour laundry service on retainer that specializes in pajamas, (No starch please!). Benny, the delivery guy from the Thai restaurant down the street has automatic access to the whole office. Most of the bloggers don't have office work stations in their cubicles, but rather comfortable furniture suitable for napping, and some awesome sound systems. There's sometimes spontaneous bursts of laughter, and wafts of the kind drifting from certain cubicles at all hours. Every now and then Josh pokes his head in, and somebody invariably asks, "Who are you?".

hahahahah

now i have to go back and read the comments.

THIS IS GREAT

Well, I might as well keep the office swear jar on my desk because most of the quarters in it are mine anyway. Plus it saves some time and I don't have to run back and forth ten times a day depositing loose change for every time I open my mouth. Or type. Or something. Dammit. Anyway, do you think there's enough money in that jar to buy a congressman yet? Or some karma? There's always room for more good karma.

Oh, and also, my garden is overachieving this year. I've left a couple bushels of green beans and summer squash sitting by Maggie's floating desk. Just help yourself.

Just behind the receptionist there's a door to the side with the Presidential Seal. There's usually a lot of growling emanating heasrd by those who pass. Sometimes there are great guffaws, and sometimes, every once in a while, there is a whisper.

Maggie, our angelic receptionist tells everyone as they pass, "Gregor works there. He's not actually the President. He just thinks he is, and we like to humor him. Get past the growl and he's not so bad, but he gets pretty mad. It's what comes from his delusional state of mind that he's the President and can control something, anything. He sure makes a lot of noise. That's why we try to keep his door closed.

...just came by the office to say hi and drop off cloud 9...
"the world is turning on and some things are just the way they are..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aZozeL6g1mc

Can't believe I missed all the fun here last night. Got busy, and. . .no other excuse.

TPM. you get the BEST ideas! The Office. For us.

But yeah, give me a big enough space and I'll round up all dem bad Dems and start the 'vention.

Everybody's invited, of course. I don't think I can do this all by myself.

(and LisB, you might want to crank up the music because there's gonna be some mighty hollerin' goin' on.)

There's also a bridge over troubled trolls.