THE INNER SANCTUM
WHERE FINGERS GET PULLED
lately, I've had to spend so much time at work that it's not
funny... what, with being busy busy busy as hell as of late,
and, having no internets at home, 'cause of Shitcast. rotten
fuckers. that means I've been scrambling not only for time
to put up posts, but to even get somewhere that I can 1) ac-
tually put up a post... and, 2) be left alone long enough to do
it. it's ben a little rough this Summer- too bad for me, where
I live, there's no viable service option to purchase internets.
oh, my. in the meantime, well, let's just say what is the truth:
that Life ain't nuthin' but a Shit Sandwich, and sometimes, ya
gotta take a bite. maybe a mouthful, at that. anyhow, I have
a ton of video to edit, and 2 tons of laundry this weekend. so,
this Sunday, I'll give you a little tour of where I work... my own
office. yup. the inner sanctum. my own little slice of Hell... well,
sometimes it is. Shit Sandwich, aha. come on, and take a bite...
this is my desk. this is my desk on Drugs. any questions?
I usually keep some goodies in stock in case I get
too busy to leave. which happens a lot, by the way...
... nothin' like a Cold One to get you through a hot afternoon...
... unless it's this crap. it didn't taste like Bubble Gum. it
tasted like shrimp. Bubba Gump Shrimp. fuckin' bastards.
I keep a runnin' supply of caffeine here at the Inner Sanctum.
these Starbucks Doubleshot espressos really kick some ass...
did I mention that sometimes, ya gotta take a bite? oh, yeah.
I keep this Stewie bobblehead on my desktop printer.
he fends off morons and Evil Spirits for me and stuff...
... ah, but, this here mother-fucker is the fuckin' Mother of
All Printers. that's right, it's the HP 500 Series Plan Printer.
oh, yeah. she's my Bitch! 5-foot-printer, boyo! here's her work...
... plans. yup. lots of plans. we use 'em to plan and stuff.
occasionally, though, I like to print out wall-sized photos
of Midgets, or, maybe, the TardBlog kid, and tack 'em up.
... it's good havin' the 500 Series, 'cause when an architect
sends plans, ya get this. these are all extra blueprints I'll
not be needin', due to the fact that I already took the roof-
related drawings out... which is normally about 6 to 8 pages.
ya know, architects are pretty fuckin' retarded if ya ask me...
... but, somebody's gotta design buildings and stuff,
ya know. like this here grossery store, for instance...
... or, this Cheese Island. look, I'm not making this up...
... say! ya needs a few new tools, if'n ya wanna read Blueprints.
like my little Scalemaster, here. it's like a tiny Wheel of Fortune...
... or, my Draft Day Kit. not shown: hypadermic needles...
... and, ya need a plan table, too. sometimes I hide behind this...
... here's a close up of what Professional Roofers are really like. not.
all fucked up, and cuttin' stuff up with an Acetelene torch.?!?! looks
more like a Mad Scientists' Convention. we don't use cuttin' torches...
... we use ropes and hammers and knives and trowels and
stuff. oh, yeah, sometimes, the old tools are the best ones...
... and, I gotta tell ya, when I wanna see a roof, there ain't
no stoppin' my old friend, Google Earth. yup. ya know, last
year, I downloaded the special Google Earth Waldo Edition.
oh, yeah, you guessed it... it'll find anything...
I feel dizzy...
last week's Big Blog
WHERE FINGERS GET PULLED
lately, I've had to spend so much time at work that it's not
funny... what, with being busy busy busy as hell as of late,
and, having no internets at home, 'cause of Shitcast. rotten
fuckers. that means I've been scrambling not only for time
to put up posts, but to even get somewhere that I can 1) ac-
tually put up a post... and, 2) be left alone long enough to do
it. it's ben a little rough this Summer- too bad for me, where
I live, there's no viable service option to purchase internets.
oh, my. in the meantime, well, let's just say what is the truth:
that Life ain't nuthin' but a Shit Sandwich, and sometimes, ya
gotta take a bite. maybe a mouthful, at that. anyhow, I have
a ton of video to edit, and 2 tons of laundry this weekend. so,
this Sunday, I'll give you a little tour of where I work... my own
office. yup. the inner sanctum. my own little slice of Hell... well,
sometimes it is. Shit Sandwich, aha. come on, and take a bite...
this is my desk. this is my desk on Drugs. any questions?
I usually keep some goodies in stock in case I get
too busy to leave. which happens a lot, by the way...
... nothin' like a Cold One to get you through a hot afternoon...
... unless it's this crap. it didn't taste like Bubble Gum. it
tasted like shrimp. Bubba Gump Shrimp. fuckin' bastards.
I keep a runnin' supply of caffeine here at the Inner Sanctum.
these Starbucks Doubleshot espressos really kick some ass...
did I mention that sometimes, ya gotta take a bite? oh, yeah.
I keep this Stewie bobblehead on my desktop printer.
he fends off morons and Evil Spirits for me and stuff...
... ah, but, this here mother-fucker is the fuckin' Mother of
All Printers. that's right, it's the HP 500 Series Plan Printer.
oh, yeah. she's my Bitch! 5-foot-printer, boyo! here's her work...
... plans. yup. lots of plans. we use 'em to plan and stuff.
occasionally, though, I like to print out wall-sized photos
of Midgets, or, maybe, the TardBlog kid, and tack 'em up.
... it's good havin' the 500 Series, 'cause when an architect
sends plans, ya get this. these are all extra blueprints I'll
not be needin', due to the fact that I already took the roof-
related drawings out... which is normally about 6 to 8 pages.
ya know, architects are pretty fuckin' retarded if ya ask me...
... but, somebody's gotta design buildings and stuff,
ya know. like this here grossery store, for instance...
... or, this Cheese Island. look, I'm not making this up...
... say! ya needs a few new tools, if'n ya wanna read Blueprints.
like my little Scalemaster, here. it's like a tiny Wheel of Fortune...
... or, my Draft Day Kit. not shown: hypadermic needles...
... and, ya need a plan table, too. sometimes I hide behind this...
... here's a close up of what Professional Roofers are really like. not.
all fucked up, and cuttin' stuff up with an Acetelene torch.?!?! looks
more like a Mad Scientists' Convention. we don't use cuttin' torches...
... we use ropes and hammers and knives and trowels and
stuff. oh, yeah, sometimes, the old tools are the best ones...
... and, I gotta tell ya, when I wanna see a roof, there ain't
no stoppin' my old friend, Google Earth. yup. ya know, last
year, I downloaded the special Google Earth Waldo Edition.
oh, yeah, you guessed it... it'll find anything...
I feel dizzy...
last week's Big Blog
WHERE FINGERS GET PULLED
lately, I've had to spend so much time at work that it's not
funny... what, with being busy busy busy as hell as of late,
and, having no internets at home, 'cause of Shitcast. rotten
fuckers. that means I've been scrambling not only for time
to put up posts, but to even get somewhere that I can 1) ac-
tually put up a post... and, 2) be left alone long enough to do
it. it's ben a little rough this Summer- too bad for me, where
I live, there's no viable service option to purchase internets.
oh, my. in the meantime, well, let's just say what is the truth:
that Life ain't nuthin' but a Shit Sandwich, and sometimes, ya
gotta take a bite. maybe a mouthful, at that. anyhow, I have
a ton of video to edit, and 2 tons of laundry this weekend. so,
this Sunday, I'll give you a little tour of where I work... my own
office. yup. the inner sanctum. my own little slice of Hell... well,
sometimes it is. Shit Sandwich, aha. come on, and take a bite...
this is my desk. this is my desk on Drugs. any questions?
I usually keep some goodies in stock in case I get
too busy to leave. which happens a lot, by the way...
... nothin' like a Cold One to get you through a hot afternoon...
... unless it's this crap. it didn't taste like Bubble Gum. it
tasted like shrimp. Bubba Gump Shrimp. fuckin' bastards.
I keep a runnin' supply of caffeine here at the Inner Sanctum.
these Starbucks Doubleshot espressos really kick some ass...
did I mention that sometimes, ya gotta take a bite? oh, yeah.
I keep this Stewie bobblehead on my desktop printer.
he fends off morons and Evil Spirits for me and stuff...
... ah, but, this here mother-fucker is the fuckin' Mother of
All Printers. that's right, it's the HP 500 Series Plan Printer.
oh, yeah. she's my Bitch! 5-foot-printer, boyo! here's her work...
... plans. yup. lots of plans. we use 'em to plan and stuff.
occasionally, though, I like to print out wall-sized photos
of Midgets, or, maybe, the TardBlog kid, and tack 'em up.
... it's good havin' the 500 Series, 'cause when an architect
sends plans, ya get this. these are all extra blueprints I'll
not be needin', due to the fact that I already took the roof-
related drawings out... which is normally about 6 to 8 pages.
ya know, architects are pretty fuckin' retarded if ya ask me...
... but, somebody's gotta design buildings and stuff,
ya know. like this here grossery store, for instance...
... or, this Cheese Island. look, I'm not making this up...
... say! ya needs a few new tools, if'n ya wanna read Blueprints.
like my little Scalemaster, here. it's like a tiny Wheel of Fortune...
... or, my Draft Day Kit. not shown: hypadermic needles...
... and, ya need a plan table, too. sometimes I hide behind this...
... here's a close up of what Professional Roofers are really like. not.
all fucked up, and cuttin' stuff up with an Acetelene torch.?!?! looks
more like a Mad Scientists' Convention. we don't use cuttin' torches...
... we use ropes and hammers and knives and trowels and
stuff. oh, yeah, sometimes, the old tools are the best ones...
... and, I gotta tell ya, when I wanna see a roof, there ain't
no stoppin' my old friend, Google Earth. yup. ya know, last
year, I downloaded the special Google Earth Waldo Edition.
oh, yeah, you guessed it... it'll find anything...
I feel dizzy...
last week's Big Blog
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