A break from the regularly scheduled blogging for some conversation snippets

Today.  Office.  9am.

Me:  (Stomps into office with grouchy face, collapses dramatically against file cabinet.)
Nico:  I know.
Me:  Can we please just start a business?  It can be anything.  I'll work my butt off for something with a little juice.  This is a dry chicken kind of a job.
Nico:  (Laughs hysterically, throwing his arms up in the air and slamming them back down on the desk.)  That should be the first line of a story you write when you get out of here.


Today. IM.  11am.

Me:  "Asked to volunteer what they don't like about Mr. Obama, the top answer, offered by 19 percent of Tea Party supporters, was that they just don't like him."
Me:  might as well just have a racist checkbox.
GP:  makes sense, y'know?
        there's just something about him that makes me racist.
Me:  omg
        that's witty
        did you make that up?
GP:  yep