November 30, 2021 by sandwichcontrol
By any means necessary.
The word of the day is: Twister.
|[ twis-ter ]|
a person or thing thattwists.
Informal. a whirlwind or tornado.
Chiefly British Informal. a deceitful, unscrupulous person.
Since when is there a fart cloud on the Twister wheel?
It’s like they changed it just for me.
The wheel says left hand in my fart.
Yesterday was a very, very, very long day.
I have no idea how I made it through it all.
With no pecan pie waiting for me at the end of the line.
Another day down.
361 days to go.
So many things have happened since last week.
Like Bubba Fett got my iMac working again.
I’m not working on this fucking tiny screen anymore.
He did trap a hair inside the screen though.
So that part of the computer screen is now dead to me.
Luckily it was over by the edge so I don’t lose that much real estate.
But yeah, can’t look at that part of the screen ever again.
I told you about the Blacksmith coming through with the logo for next year.
I’ve got some sticker samples coming in soon so I can test drive the logo on my Trapper Keeper before the year even starts.
Also, if you haven’t reached out to Blatz in a while, you might wanna do that.
A vague whisper has come down the pipeline and I get the sense that our boy is struggling in this pandemic crazed world.
Maybe if it were a pie-line and not a pipeline things would be very different.
I’m running out of the desire to type things anymore right now.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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