The Love Trapezoid.


February 14, 2015 by sandwichcontrol

That exists in the outer realm of the future Old Ones.

Yesterday was weird.

This is how the day went.

I got a drunken message from Taco Planet at 1:30am. I saw said message at 5:30am when I got up.

I did a “Slasher Flick” based workout where I got to be the slasher at one point. I dragged “bodies” with a chain.

I got an out of the blue message from Ojeda the Curve just saying “What’s up?”.

I got inquired at about doing two, count them two, more photoshoots of bartenders mixing cocktails.

I researched what photographers charge to shoot bartenders mixing cocktails. That involved a call to Seasaw Shawn.

Dave and I shared our mindmeld concerning “Blood for the Blood Gods”.

The Rev. Dark Wombat sent me a message that said “My dad says you owe him $7.50.”

I asked “Why?”

He responded “Because he bought you a printing plate.”

It turned out not to be a plate. But this box of random sorts:

Random SortsWhich is awesome.

Yes, that’s a cut for a Cracker Jack ad.

I obviously went over to the Rev. DW’s at some point. Mostly to catch up on stories.

Marvel Girl showed up and gave me this cookie that looks like me…

Cookie Me

I ate him.

He was delicious.

Now I have his powers.

I went to Sam’s Club with Teacher Sis briefly to prepare for the Snowpocalypse that is supposed to happen later this weekend.

I hope it does. I can hike through the snow to my studio and print a bunch of stuff.

I watched stories with the Rev. DW.

I went to bed.

I received a call from the artist formerly known as That Cherry Girl. She left a message. The message was “They call me Dr. Worm. Good morning. How are you? I’m Dr. Worm. I’m interested in things.”

Yesterday was a weird day.

Today is all about that bass. Not really.

It is about working out with friends. It is about helping out friends that need a place to print their art. It is about worshipping at the feet of the master printer. Whatever that means.

Tonight? Well, tonight is for lovers. Lovers of nachos, that is. Then, we battle with cards. No clue whose house we will be at. Yell at me or the Rev. DW later. Like 7ish.

Oh, and Happy St. Valentine’s day.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC


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