Saturday, June 30, 2007
Okay, so it's mid-afternoon on a Saturday. I'm wearing my favourite shorts, which, some of you may know, were brutally ripped the other day. They are so old an worn that they didn't even rip on a seam. The fabric just sort of came apart. I'm going to miss the little guys, especially because I can't find any shorts that aren't retarded. Why are there so many pockets? I only require four, you can keep for "MP3 Pocket" which is just a mesh pocket inside another pocket. This is what the world has come to? Pockets within pockets advertised as MP3 Pockets? Can IO put MP3s in it? Does it hold ones and zeros? I think not.
So, an update, if you will. I still love my job. The only time I made a call I didn't like it was to the Kingsville Fisherman's Company, in (obviously) Kingsville. I wouldn't have minded that it was on the dock, I actually liked it, nice breeze off the lake. I wouldn't have minded if it was for a computer in the office, even though you have to walk through the fish-floor to get to the offices. Children, listen, it was on the fish floor. I mean DIRECTLY. This is the computer the people who gut fish use to print labels, as they gut fish. The whole thing was grimy, with what I can only assume was fish guts. It was so bad I had to use italics to describe it. Really.
The wedding plans are coming along, sort of. I guess we read the contract for Willistead wrong, so the ceremony is at 3 instead of 4. Luckily we found this out the day we were bringing the proof for the invitations in, and not after. No big deal, I'm sure people will figure something out. They're adults, they can mingle for an hour, right? Either way, I can wear my SEP badge the entire time they're waiting for us. That's right: Somebody Else's Problem. The caterer wants us to have butler-passed hors'douvres but I am all "$1000? No way!". Too much to pay for mini-quiches.
I am going to be purchasing a camera soon. I am going to sell my old PPC and other stuff on eBay, and then purchase myself a Canon 350d Digital Rebel XT. Body only, of course, I can use my current lens. This I am excited about. You know how it is. I want to take pictures! I lvoe my camera, it's a wonder, but it consumes film as though it was a hungry child, with piles of whatever kids like, I assume hot dogs. Maybe pickles? Pickle dogs. Hot pickles!! I am a genius, I think. Regardless, I am excited about accelerating into the future.
I should cut this short now, because blogs are like thirsty people. If you're very thirsty and very hot you should drink a lot of water immediately, because you will throw up all over my dad and then he will punch you in your face. This happened once.
Death Cab for Cutie - Marching Bands of Manhattan
So, an update, if you will. I still love my job. The only time I made a call I didn't like it was to the Kingsville Fisherman's Company, in (obviously) Kingsville. I wouldn't have minded that it was on the dock, I actually liked it, nice breeze off the lake. I wouldn't have minded if it was for a computer in the office, even though you have to walk through the fish-floor to get to the offices. Children, listen, it was on the fish floor. I mean DIRECTLY. This is the computer the people who gut fish use to print labels, as they gut fish. The whole thing was grimy, with what I can only assume was fish guts. It was so bad I had to use italics to describe it. Really.
The wedding plans are coming along, sort of. I guess we read the contract for Willistead wrong, so the ceremony is at 3 instead of 4. Luckily we found this out the day we were bringing the proof for the invitations in, and not after. No big deal, I'm sure people will figure something out. They're adults, they can mingle for an hour, right? Either way, I can wear my SEP badge the entire time they're waiting for us. That's right: Somebody Else's Problem. The caterer wants us to have butler-passed hors'douvres but I am all "$1000? No way!". Too much to pay for mini-quiches.
I am going to be purchasing a camera soon. I am going to sell my old PPC and other stuff on eBay, and then purchase myself a Canon 350d Digital Rebel XT. Body only, of course, I can use my current lens. This I am excited about. You know how it is. I want to take pictures! I lvoe my camera, it's a wonder, but it consumes film as though it was a hungry child, with piles of whatever kids like, I assume hot dogs. Maybe pickles? Pickle dogs. Hot pickles!! I am a genius, I think. Regardless, I am excited about accelerating into the future.
I should cut this short now, because blogs are like thirsty people. If you're very thirsty and very hot you should drink a lot of water immediately, because you will throw up all over my dad and then he will punch you in your face. This happened once.
Death Cab for Cutie - Marching Bands of Manhattan
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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