Well too bad. We already have a Cormac McCarthy. We don’t need another. Stop it.
-A discarded e-reader requiring nothing but to be plugged in
-Dozens of homemade mixtapes
-Lacquered wooden inbox
-Various ornamental baskets
-A laptop stand
-A nicely heavy-duty 3-hole punch
-A super opulent customer leather edition of one of our titles
Look, I know the rule of thumb in NYC is “don’t pick up anything discarded because it’s likely crawling with bedbugs that all have HPV” but, I figure, if they haven’t quarantined the office, I’m good.
*sneeks up to all of the publishing tumblrs* *whispers* ~BEA~
Should we all wear some secret code thing so we know who we are without giving it away to everyone else? Everyone on tumblr can keep a secret, right?
I’ve been considering attaching a subtle blue t to my badge and seeing who asks me about it.
I’m for some subtle communication.
I’m more in favor of some subtle happy hour-ing.