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| [February 2] That's a fair use of leverage. I can see that. Strong guy holding up a house by using a beam and some grit. He should get a merit badge for that.
Oh, and in regard to the Mooninite thing in Boston? Like I said at Something Awful (a post which was prompty deleted), "Maybe we should label some buildings with big posters that say 'THIS BUILDING IS A BOMB'." Forget it. It's just advertising the new movie --you know, like you hadn't figured that out already. | |
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| [February 2] Been a while. Been busy with a second job, and I'm not really sure if I want to keep doing the first 'job', which is presumably freelance drafting, but I'm treated like an employee and expected to act like one. I'm also paid like an employee, which is why I work part time at a convenience store. But nevertheless, I like drafting. When there is a gig in my chosen field, it sure beats trying to do illustration for Americans who think artists were born to work for free or for less than minimum wage. You can thank the MPAA, the RIAA, and Disney for that stereotype, since they've refined the art of screwing people out of their intellectual property into a science. Yes, unambitious underachieving assholes deserve a rate hike in minimum wage. However, disciplined artists who ask for any level of compensation are greedy selfish bastards. Welcome to Soviet America, where you can take your marketable skills and shove them up your ass. | |
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I wish
I could have claws like that boo boo boo boo...
Have you ever had that sticky feeling? Like someone's just woken you up from otherwise bloody good dirtnap only to bemuse themselves with your pitiful pleas for mercy while fireants slowly tunnel their way to your brain through an empty eyesocket? Well, that's what I felt like. Like someone had beaten me senseless with a tree, dragged me to an empty field, lit me on fire, and then stood around while I jumped and screamed inside a nasty old carpet. She was a big girl. And she like doing very... wrong things to her victims suitors. I didn't quite understand what she meant by 'I'll microwave your burrito while we watch Nightstalker' until I'd been whomped on the head, tied up, and buttered liberally. This... this was not one of my happier days.
And this wasn't the new TV hunkajunk, but the old Kolchak series... every last screwy goddamn episode...
