The Exploded View.

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July 10, 2010 by sandwichcontrol

Yesterday was a weird day. I went to work just like any other day. Around 10am I went to the Humane Society to fill out the adoption paperwork for Eazy. After he was officially our cat, I dropped him off at the house and went back to work.

Around 12:15pm I was standing in the glaze room, rocking out with my headphones on, labeling mugs according to what glaze they need to be, and all of the sudden there is someone standing behind me talking to me. This is Le Duke’s m.o. so I don’t think anything of it. I turn around to realize that it is not Le Duke at all. It was my friend R2. I haven’t seen or talked to him in a while. For those of you who do not remember, he is the one that pointed me at the City Wire in the first place. So, that said, any complaints about my articles should be directed to him. Just kidding.

Anyway, R2 had come by the studio to bring me a presnent. Wanna see it? Peep this:

He edited the whole magazine and made a mix tape for the occasion.

Pretty sweet, huh? R2 rocks like that. He is like some sort of weird guardian angel or something. In that Tom Waits kinda way.

So, after that coolness happens, I go to lunch with Word to Me. Like we do every Friday. Same time, same place. So, we are sitting at the table, eating chips and salsa, and I notice this guy who has his back to me. The reason I notice him is because I wanted the hat he was wearing. Anyway, I am staring daggers at the back of this guy’s head hoping that he will turn around and give me his hat, when this group of three or four women approach him and start chatting him up. He then proceeds to stand up and take a photo with two of the women. I still have not seen his face, but I know who he is. He is Russell Hantz from Survivor. Remember Russell? He was slurmiest snake in the game, but damn could he play it. Maybe a visual will refresh your memory:

Ima steal your immunity idols, Bitch.

To his credit, I don’t he stole any of the immunity idols after other players found them. He would however, convince that player to give it to him, though. Let me clarify one thing right now. The only reason I know who this person is, and what has happened on a television show, is Pancake Land. She has this long standing tradition of watching Survivor with Little Peddler and G-Man. Now that we do not live at their house, we plan at least one night a week to go hang out with them. That night is usually Survivor night. Anyway, they all hated Russell. To be honest, I really like the way Russell played the game. I secretly rooted for him in a house full of haters.

So, I know you are dying to find out if I talked to him. The answer is: No. By the time I could have talked to him, his food had arrived. And, according to rule # 764 of the Rulebook for Men, and I quote “No man shall disturb another man when he is in the process of eating a burrito, regardless of either man’s social status or rank.” I was just following the rules.

After that, I went back to work, finished my glazing, left work, went to Der Staples and picked up my desk, dropped the desk off at home, grabbed my gear and headed to Little Peddler’s for to make tacos. After feasting upon the flesh of my taco enemies, I returned home to build my desk. This took me about 3½ hours. The Furious Micks came by to pick up the old desk, which, by the way, is Dark Wombat’s old computer desk. I take some sort of weird comfort in knowing that that piece of cheap fake-wood furniture will be passed down to Rosco the Furious Mick and to his children and to their children. They will reflect on the fact that that desk was purchased at WalMart* when they were still a store and not a government body.

Anyway, desk is finally built. Once I get all of my crap on it, then I’ll take a photo of it for you. It is pretty sweet. Anyway, the agenda for today is: haircut, lunch, maybe buy a truck, dinner, maybe some shopping, organizing desk. Oh, and a shower. I think Operation B has a weekend pass, so he will probably be dragged along for most of that stuff.All, but the shower part. That’s my private “me” time.

I need to go get ready to see Johnny Fox. More soon. ~SC


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