Racin’ To The Finish.

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January 24, 2012 by sandwichcontrol

I’d like to start out today’s post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to White Chocolate. Be sure to wish her one as well.

Yesterday was exciting. No, not really. I started out the day by being up stupid early. Then I headed to work stupid early. Even before the sun had woken up. Then I began cutting some tile. And making some more slabs for more tile. Not to count my chickens before they hatch, but after this next batch is ready to cut, I’ll only 162 more tiles to make. Ugh. And that’s not counting the corner buttons. After the tile fun, Le Duke and I went down to take a look at the theater that I’m making all of these blocks for. There are two mystery blocks that we have no idea what they looked like, so we have no idea how to recreate them. Awesome. After that adventure, it was back to the studio to start working on an order of small tumblers for the Adair Ya folks.

Then, it was time for tutoring. This was relatively uneventful until 15 minutes after my student left. I was sitting at my desk getting my backpack together for Food Microbiology when I realized that my heart was racing. Like crazy fast. For absolutely no reason. “Hmm… that’s interesting.” I thought. Perhaps I should take a nerve tonic. So, I did. And I headed to class. I was fine until I sat down at my bench. Then, here comes the thundering heartbeat again. “No.” I said to my heart rate and brain. “If this class met 3 times a week, you could have a freakout and we’d go home. But, it does not meet 3 times a week. And we are not missing this lecture.”

And my heart rate calmed down. Perhaps it was the nerve tonic kicking in, but whatever it was, it worked. And then shit got real. I learned all sorts of interesting/terrifying things about food microbes. For instance, I learned that the toxin produced by Clostridium botulinum, the bacteria that causes botulism, is what people have injected into their faces when they get “BoTox”. I also learned that a single cup (8oz.) of this toxin is enough to kill everyone on Earth. Awesome. There was also an excessive use of the “psychrophile” during this lecture. If you don’t know what that means, look it up. Pretty much we covered a bunch of different ways in which pathogenic bacteria in our food survive the cooking and digesting processes and try to eat us. Don’t even get me started on toxins produced by algae. A word to the wise, don’t buy shellfish off of a guy on the street. That’s all I’m saying.

After class, I came home and popped a cocktail of Unisom (to knock me out), Nerve Tonic (to keep me calm whilst being knocked out), and Flintstones with extra Vitamin C (because every last one of you bastards out there is trying to give me your mouth rashes). For anybody worried about me pulling a “Prince Jazzbo” based on my Daily Photo, you can forget it. I’ve got way too much to do to even have time to think of eating too many pills. Plus, I heard drowning was just like falling asleep. Jeez. You guys are so high strung. It was a joke. Can’t we all just have a laugh now? I mean, I  don’t know about you, but I have to laugh to keep from crying. Or from beating someone to death with a Wiffle ball bat.

In other news, I got some of my lenses for the Instax in yesterday. Fisheye? Check. Self-portrait lens? Check. 16 piece filter kit? Check. I’m still waiting on the telephoto/wide angle and the close-up/macro lenses, but they should be here soon. Once they are all here, then the fun really begins.

As for today, I’ve got studio work this morning, letterpress work early in the afternoon, studio work later this afternoon, and City Wire work this evening. It’s going to be another long day for ol’ Sandwich Control.

I guess I’d better get to it. Have a wonderful day. More soon. ~SC


1 comment »

  1. Dave says:

    “Prince Jazzbo” now synonymous with overdose. Brutal. And of course you got a lens specifically for self portraits. Of course you did.

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