Your Advice was Good, But Jan's...

So far today, I've gotten over 600 hits from people searching for Creed's blog. Sorry for confusing you, I just thought it was hilarious enough to title a post that even though it had nothing to do with The Offive, which is what we call The Office ever since "Traveling Salesmen" (Harvey: You ruined a funny joke, you. Get out of my offive.). Anyway, my point is to direct you to Creed's REAL blog: Creed Thoughts. And in case you haven't seen it yet, here's Dwight's blog: Schrute-Space. Feel free to post any other awesome Offive-related blogs in the comments section.

Backslash vs. Forwardslash

For the record, and because so many people have been coming here for creedthoughts, he does say, "http://www.creedthoughts.gov.www\creedthoughts" and writes, "http://www.creedthoughts.gov.www/creedthoughts".
Just thought I'd let you know. I'm also pretty sure he says, "http://www.creedthoughts.gov.www.\creedthoughts" but I'll have to watch through it again. Anyone else notice that?

From the Desk of Dina M. P., Secret Assistant to the Regional Manager, Dunder-Mifflin--Scranton Branch

I'm going to say a few more things and you're going to hear me out because that's why you read my blog.
1. For an entire year I worked at an offive where I was the only female in a group of 50 Russian alpha males. Sometimes funny things happened. Sometimes awkward things happened. Sometimes ridiculous things happened. But I didn't write a single post about the place because I was always afraid that one day I'd apply for a job and they'd tell me I'm not wanted because I blog about my offive. And so, I'm informing the public that I want to be appreciated for something I did not do and look forward to being rewarded at some point in the future.
2. It's 11:38 and I'm shocked that I'm still awake...which more or less rhymes. Eight, awake. Like I said, more or less.
3. Today I wasted a stupid amount of time walking to the wrong side of the building that hosts one of the only kosher cafes in the area where I work only to find out that I had to enter the building on another street. When I went inside I was informed that the kitchen was running late and that they didn't know if that meant 30 minutes or an hour, so I left. All that combined took about 20 minutes of my lunch because I was in the mood to wear heels today and walking to the middle of a street, continuing around so that you can go to the middle of the next street, walking through that building that is located in the middle of the middle of those two streets, and then walking back from the wrong entrance to where you came from takes a long time in spiky heels.
4. A while back I made a new banner which you can see if you click here. When I tried pasting it into the html for this page, it didn't work. I don't know why it didn't work. The image, as you can plainly see, is available at the link I put in and since the image I removed was actually removed, I clearly knew where to paste the url. At first I was disappointed in the missing banner, but now I realized I can check my blog from work and not have people far and wide seeing what site I'm on. Not that I've actually checked it more than once this week. I get lazy like that.

Oh well, Mrybelle

It was two minutes to the new episode of The Offive an I spille my soa across the kitchen table. I leaned it up and with 0one minute left, put my salad and soda down on the computer table and ased my brother to let me have the oputer. While getting up, he managed to knocked over the cup--aain--this time all over the keyboard. We performed major surgery with paper towels and compressed air blowers that are meant to help et rid of dust, but the keyboard was determined to give up. And so it is with reret and sadness that I tell you the eyboard's half dead. On another note, remember that time I broe the eyboard with iced tea and at first only half the letters wored but then the ones that did only produced a ddddddddddddddddddjujujujujuj every time I pressed down on one key or a koooooolllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll when I pressed another? Then even those stopped. Ah, such delicate keyboards.

That's Crazy.

Dwight walks into the office and plunks a dead goose down onto Pam's desk.
...Dwight: He was already dead and we Schrutes use every part of the goose. The meat has a delicious, smokey, rich flavor. Plus you can use the molten goose grease and save it in the refrigerator thus saving you a trip to the store for an expensive can of goose grease.
Jim: Wow. Win-win...
Phyllis likes goose and seems to wonder, out loud, if it's so crazy to eat it. Creed responds:
Totally normal behavior at the Scranton branch of Dunder-Mifflin until you watch a little more and realize that Creed actually transported himself back in time to be there since, as you will see in my next picture, he has yet to arrive for work.
When he does, in fact, arrive--after Michael--he neatly picks the top toy out of the box marked "Toy Drive." Jim says, "Oh, I think you’re supposed to put a toy in the box, Creed." And Creed replies:
Amazing. I don't know if they're going to turn Creed's magical abilities into another subplot, but I am on edge to find out!

It happens to be that I didn't notice The Magic of Creed until my third time watching the episode, so here's something I did notice on my first viewing. Michael walks into the office, "Hey! I would like a nice slice of Christmas Pam. Side of candied Pams and perhaps some…Pamchops…with mint." And Pam, featured below, asks what he wants.

While Michael's speaking, we get a look at Pam again who is now--now being two seconds later--looking at a different webpage.

Back to Michael, back to Pam and Oh, OH! she's back to the empty file folder she had open only five seconds earlier.

Perhaps I should get back to studying for my finals...