We're ignoring our own blog
By The Concord Insiders on August 13th, 2007

Okay, so maybe you've noticed that it's been a month since we posted an item in this blog. Guess teasing each other in digital format hasn't turned out to be as much fun as we thought it would. Especially seeing as we sit about five feet apart, and can tease each other whenever we want just by talking.

Anyway, we're all fine. In case you were wondering.

Mark


Help the Revelator!
By The Concord Insiders on July 5th, 2007

This week, the Revelator needs to know of any restaurants in Concord that have restrooms that aren't strictly for either men or women.

Finding this out on our own would be a LOT of work. So we're hoping you'll with the inside scoop!

The Revelator


Happy birthday to Katie
By The Concord Insiders on June 18th, 2007

My co-workers, Insider and Monitor alike, were quite generous today, as you can see by the spread on my desk. I should celebrate my birthday at work more often. In case you're wondering, the vacuum packed cookies were a gag, but they are edible (sort of, so I hear).

Not pictured: a delicious chocolate cake, pudding, whipped cream and chocolate bar concoction that's chilling in the break room refrigerator.

Thanks Cameron, Noelle, Mark, Sherri and Danielle!


Mark's new hobby
By The Concord Insiders on June 12th, 2007

You might think I spend all my time in our cubicle, slaving over Insiders.

Not true. Sherri sells more ads when I'm not around, for starters. Danielle, I'd drive crazy if I never left. Katie too, though she's way too polite to say so.

So I needed a hobby. All the logical ones were already taken, so I decided -- despite a complete lack of mechanical experience -- to restore an old Mustang.

Seriously.

Why are you laughing?

Anyway, this is what it looks like. And I'm writing about in a blog. Come visit!


We got mad at Mark today
By The Concord Insiders on June 6th, 2007

So we trashed his cubicle.

Why? Because lately, it's all about Mark. Mark this, Mark that. Mark going here, Mark doing something else. What happened to the old days, we asked? Then we got mad.