Don't you wish you had my job??
Stressed out Oracle newspaper staff by day...
...crazy cool dodgeball team by night!
Readyyy....
Setttt...
1, 2, 3, DODGEBALL!
Introducing The Oracle dodgeball league. haha.
1st picture, left to right: Mark (news editor), Marlow (production assistant/graphics master), Mike (sports editor), and Thomas (editor in chief).
2nd picture, left to right: Tony (sports staff writer), some kid I don't know at all (I think he's some new graphics person or something), John (assistant sports editor), and Brad (associate editor/walking AP styleguide).
The teams switched sides a lot... so I apologize if it gets confusing. =)
Annnd... I was going to try and make a story out of the pictures, but it's kind of difficult. I don't have enough pictures to make a decent story. At least, I don't have the pictures I need.
But they're still funny and amusing and FULL OF ACTION!
Thomas and Mike... and this is the lone picture that Iris made it into. She was trying to work during most of this.
Tony.
Brad and John.
Brad and John returning from their retreat down the hallway. Cheaters. *teehee* (Thats Pablo in the corner. Co-editor of Misc. CRAP... I mean Montage. Soultry ::wink::)
Marlow.
Mike, post-throw. Grrrr! His face looks silly. =)
VICTORY! Yessssssss. Oh yeah... Mark does a really good Napoleon Dynamite impression. Pretty much the best I've ever heard. (And see the pizza box, yellow recycle bins, and other crap set up there to make a wall? That was to protect Iris who was working on the computer back there previously... she was the only staff member working, I'm pretty sure. Besides Joe. Anyway, they figured they should protect her since she was actually working. So they built her a wall.) =)
Then they apparently switched sides, cause now John is on the right half of the court.
Everyone is watching in amusement and bewilderment of where John's ball went. Tony's in the back, like "Whoa!"
The kid I don't know.
Marlow, pre-throw, looking oh-so-athletic.
Marlow, post-throw, with some crazy looking hair.
And this is probably not the ball that Marlow just threw, but we can pretend it is.
Thomas. and Julia. She was the ref.
John, catching a ball after hiding behind the desk. Him, Brad and Thomas are such cheaters. (Thomas crawled under the desk once. *teehee*)
Brad coming out to play with the bat that apparently smells bad. At least that's what Olivia tells me. But I'm not going to smell it!
Thomas making a not-so-great catch. I'm pretty sure it just bounced off of him.
Thomas did this every time after Julia yelled dodgeball... this being running and hiding behind the wall. sigh.
"What are you talking about, you didn't hit me!!"
Mike. Pretty much the most awesome picture of the night. He got some serious air while trying to throw his ball, and jumping out of the way to avoid one at the same time.
John, trying to catch the ball after it bounced off him and hit the ceiling. He didn't catch it.
Mark, taking a break.
Thomas hiding. Again.
Here we have Michael Jackson... I mean Marlow. He's basically Michael Jackson's twin, from back in the day. I've never heard a better Michael impression than what I've heard from Marlow. And he can basically imitate any Michael Jackson move.
Or maybe that was just after he got hit in "the misters."
This was definitely after a hit to "the misters."
As was this.
And John.
And Mike.
And Thomas.
And Tony.
This was John getting up after an extreme hit to his face. He doesn't believe in belts. Ever.
Then they switched sides again. And teams started changing and getting flipped around. This is what remains:
Tony and John, making the same exact movement.
Thomas doing the ever-popular somersaulting logroll. He did it a whole bunch of times. It was actually pretty amazing... I didn't know he could do that.
Thomas ducking behind the desk.
And dancing rather risque with the file cabinet. You can't really tell in the picture... but it was rather frightening in real life.
Another time that Marlow got hit, this time in the rear. He gets hit a lot. Usually in "the misters," as he fondly calls them, but sometimes he gets hit other places as well.
John jumping in the air to make a catch. I'm not sure if he made it though.
^^Note the tape basketball court on the ground. That used to occupy our time... now we have dodgeball.
Then it was finally time to get back to work.
Meet Joe... only the coolest guy EVER. He knows everything about fixing our paper... I'm pretty sure he's the only reason it ever looks decent when it gets printed.
Marlow gets an office. He shares with Joe.
Thomas, talking to his woman. I'm pretty sure the only time we use that phone at night is for people to talk to their wives/girlfriends/boyfriends. Or to order food.
Here we have the results of Mark getting hit in "the misters" four times in a row on Monday night. Shhhhhhh.
Olivia and Julia... fellow copy editors... we are so evil. See... we don't like advertising very much. This was us getting back at them. They pick on all the times we mess up, make mistakes, and get on their nerves (we being the production crew... all the people in the pictures above.) Yet, they made the worst mistake yet. They were putting out some advertising supplement for the paper or something... and in big bold letters on the very front page of the section, they spelled business, "buisness." twice. See?
So we corrected it... copied it... and put it up all around the office. And then started looking through their ads, and discovered many many MANY TERRIBLE errors throughout their ads. Thats what they get for not having their own copy editors. Big big big mistakes. No wonder they can't sell any more ads... no one wants to put ads in a paper that has an advertising staff who can't spell tomorrow and business right. "Tommorrow."
Suckers. =)
le sigh.
That is all for the craziness that is work.
But don't fear... there will DEFINITELY be more pictures another day, because it will surely continue. It brings too much joy (and smell) to the office to quit. =)
*Ally
...crazy cool dodgeball team by night!
Readyyy....
Setttt...
1, 2, 3, DODGEBALL!
Introducing The Oracle dodgeball league. haha.
1st picture, left to right: Mark (news editor), Marlow (production assistant/graphics master), Mike (sports editor), and Thomas (editor in chief).
2nd picture, left to right: Tony (sports staff writer), some kid I don't know at all (I think he's some new graphics person or something), John (assistant sports editor), and Brad (associate editor/walking AP styleguide).
The teams switched sides a lot... so I apologize if it gets confusing. =)
Annnd... I was going to try and make a story out of the pictures, but it's kind of difficult. I don't have enough pictures to make a decent story. At least, I don't have the pictures I need.
But they're still funny and amusing and FULL OF ACTION!
Thomas and Mike... and this is the lone picture that Iris made it into. She was trying to work during most of this.
Tony.
Brad and John.
Brad and John returning from their retreat down the hallway. Cheaters. *teehee* (Thats Pablo in the corner. Co-editor of Misc. CRAP... I mean Montage. Soultry ::wink::)
Marlow.
Mike, post-throw. Grrrr! His face looks silly. =)
VICTORY! Yessssssss. Oh yeah... Mark does a really good Napoleon Dynamite impression. Pretty much the best I've ever heard. (And see the pizza box, yellow recycle bins, and other crap set up there to make a wall? That was to protect Iris who was working on the computer back there previously... she was the only staff member working, I'm pretty sure. Besides Joe. Anyway, they figured they should protect her since she was actually working. So they built her a wall.) =)
Then they apparently switched sides, cause now John is on the right half of the court.
Everyone is watching in amusement and bewilderment of where John's ball went. Tony's in the back, like "Whoa!"
The kid I don't know.
Marlow, pre-throw, looking oh-so-athletic.
Marlow, post-throw, with some crazy looking hair.
And this is probably not the ball that Marlow just threw, but we can pretend it is.
Thomas. and Julia. She was the ref.
John, catching a ball after hiding behind the desk. Him, Brad and Thomas are such cheaters. (Thomas crawled under the desk once. *teehee*)
Brad coming out to play with the bat that apparently smells bad. At least that's what Olivia tells me. But I'm not going to smell it!
Thomas making a not-so-great catch. I'm pretty sure it just bounced off of him.
Thomas did this every time after Julia yelled dodgeball... this being running and hiding behind the wall. sigh.
"What are you talking about, you didn't hit me!!"
Mike. Pretty much the most awesome picture of the night. He got some serious air while trying to throw his ball, and jumping out of the way to avoid one at the same time.
John, trying to catch the ball after it bounced off him and hit the ceiling. He didn't catch it.
Mark, taking a break.
Thomas hiding. Again.
Here we have Michael Jackson... I mean Marlow. He's basically Michael Jackson's twin, from back in the day. I've never heard a better Michael impression than what I've heard from Marlow. And he can basically imitate any Michael Jackson move.
Or maybe that was just after he got hit in "the misters."
This was definitely after a hit to "the misters."
As was this.
And John.
And Mike.
And Thomas.
And Tony.
This was John getting up after an extreme hit to his face. He doesn't believe in belts. Ever.
Then they switched sides again. And teams started changing and getting flipped around. This is what remains:
Tony and John, making the same exact movement.
Thomas doing the ever-popular somersaulting logroll. He did it a whole bunch of times. It was actually pretty amazing... I didn't know he could do that.
Thomas ducking behind the desk.
And dancing rather risque with the file cabinet. You can't really tell in the picture... but it was rather frightening in real life.
Another time that Marlow got hit, this time in the rear. He gets hit a lot. Usually in "the misters," as he fondly calls them, but sometimes he gets hit other places as well.
John jumping in the air to make a catch. I'm not sure if he made it though.
^^Note the tape basketball court on the ground. That used to occupy our time... now we have dodgeball.
Then it was finally time to get back to work.
Meet Joe... only the coolest guy EVER. He knows everything about fixing our paper... I'm pretty sure he's the only reason it ever looks decent when it gets printed.
Marlow gets an office. He shares with Joe.
Thomas, talking to his woman. I'm pretty sure the only time we use that phone at night is for people to talk to their wives/girlfriends/boyfriends. Or to order food.
Here we have the results of Mark getting hit in "the misters" four times in a row on Monday night. Shhhhhhh.
Olivia and Julia... fellow copy editors... we are so evil. See... we don't like advertising very much. This was us getting back at them. They pick on all the times we mess up, make mistakes, and get on their nerves (we being the production crew... all the people in the pictures above.) Yet, they made the worst mistake yet. They were putting out some advertising supplement for the paper or something... and in big bold letters on the very front page of the section, they spelled business, "buisness." twice. See?
So we corrected it... copied it... and put it up all around the office. And then started looking through their ads, and discovered many many MANY TERRIBLE errors throughout their ads. Thats what they get for not having their own copy editors. Big big big mistakes. No wonder they can't sell any more ads... no one wants to put ads in a paper that has an advertising staff who can't spell tomorrow and business right. "Tommorrow."
Suckers. =)
le sigh.
That is all for the craziness that is work.
But don't fear... there will DEFINITELY be more pictures another day, because it will surely continue. It brings too much joy (and smell) to the office to quit. =)
*Ally