It has an officious tone, an imperious that puts me off. Beating hearts and thinking brains are within, yet the clammy, 1984-ish “The Office” may or may not oblige your obsequies. I like flesh and blood (See my post of July 20, 2008: do not describe colleagues as “resources”.) and I do not like the pall of a Wizard of Oz omnisciently making decisions behind the curtain.
The Office of the General Counsel is written about in bureaucratese, full of passives and nominalizations. I like I. I like the buck stops here, on a real human’s desk. I don’t like the Mandarin fuzziness of an administrative term. Nor would Kafka.
But perhaps the Office of the Blogger is too subtle?