hmmmm...so i'm sober now. which means that my continuation to the previous post will probably end up somewhat stale..lacking in vibrant humour and quite possibly tedious.
BUT never the less i will finish what i foolish started in the wee hours in the morning in between managing my WORK EMAILS. who does that at 2am...someone who has nightmares of that inbox filling up..overflowing...spewing negotiations, critiques, favours, spam, politics and the odd invite to a partay or show.
so that leaves me at 2am...trying to erase all the "unreads" clean it up so i can go to sleep somewhat at ease..knowing that for a brief moment in time i AM ON TOP of things. well - at least i know i am. if there's one thing i've learned...de-nile is not just a river in Egypt my friend. It is a highly medicinal addictive drug.
So anyways...it's like a week later. I'm over whatever the end of that mission was. and now i'm live blogging from a tradeshow booth we have set up at SXSW.
6.3.08
OH MY GOD
tonight i ran a mission..not like tom cruise where i've got a hot chick bikini clad pretending not to swoon over me. it was a mission of honour. of love and respect. a mission of a friendship that has been stoked in the fires of loyalty.
tonight i left work to forgo all my plans and earthly pleasures and set out to accomplish the most embarrassing and monumentous feat known to man!! i received a call from my friend Tiffany saying she needed some CDs and she needed them STAT. SO - while i'm trying to send out a graphic for a laminate to be made for SXSW AND trying to update a mail out that's going to happen [by the way coordinating with our graphics who is so swamped i cringe every time i pick up the phone to call on him to do "just one more thing for me"] i get her frantic call close on the heels on what will apparently be the friggin acopolypse if i don't make this shit happen. so - i boot it out of the office [AFTER work hours thank you very much] and RUN all the way from church and shuter to Yonge and Edward. i am out of breath. i am carrying a laptop. i have a fuckin bowling bag of shit smacking against my hip. i am NOT in running shoes and it IS WINTER. there is slush [now strategically placed alongside my backside from attempting to - miserably - hurdle slush puddles] and cold and snow and ughh.
so i'm running - yes folks running..which i only do for buses in sub zero temps and sample sales. i haul ass to the Future Shop on Yonge and to my mortification i have to buy Anne Murray, Bryan Adams and Michael Buble. F.U.C.K.M.E.
do u know what that's like. having to ask the dude to see what he has in stock because u have 24 minutes to get this shit and get it to the Royal York?! No? I didn't think so. let's put it this way - when he said "which album do you prefer" i said i'd prefer to shove this shit up someone's ass and never have to see it again - but i can't so just give me whatever the fuck is there so i can pay for it and pretend that my willingness to step into torture NEVER HAPPENED.
[alright let's be real here - i didn't really mean that for Bryan Adams. that guy has anthems spewing out of his ass he's so on top of what his audience and wants....and i'm the same age as his would be grandchildren and I'D STILL GO SEE HIM LIVE]
phew..need to sleep will finish later.
tonight i left work to forgo all my plans and earthly pleasures and set out to accomplish the most embarrassing and monumentous feat known to man!! i received a call from my friend Tiffany saying she needed some CDs and she needed them STAT. SO - while i'm trying to send out a graphic for a laminate to be made for SXSW AND trying to update a mail out that's going to happen [by the way coordinating with our graphics who is so swamped i cringe every time i pick up the phone to call on him to do "just one more thing for me"] i get her frantic call close on the heels on what will apparently be the friggin acopolypse if i don't make this shit happen. so - i boot it out of the office [AFTER work hours thank you very much] and RUN all the way from church and shuter to Yonge and Edward. i am out of breath. i am carrying a laptop. i have a fuckin bowling bag of shit smacking against my hip. i am NOT in running shoes and it IS WINTER. there is slush [now strategically placed alongside my backside from attempting to - miserably - hurdle slush puddles] and cold and snow and ughh.
so i'm running - yes folks running..which i only do for buses in sub zero temps and sample sales. i haul ass to the Future Shop on Yonge and to my mortification i have to buy Anne Murray, Bryan Adams and Michael Buble. F.U.C.K.M.E.
do u know what that's like. having to ask the dude to see what he has in stock because u have 24 minutes to get this shit and get it to the Royal York?! No? I didn't think so. let's put it this way - when he said "which album do you prefer" i said i'd prefer to shove this shit up someone's ass and never have to see it again - but i can't so just give me whatever the fuck is there so i can pay for it and pretend that my willingness to step into torture NEVER HAPPENED.
[alright let's be real here - i didn't really mean that for Bryan Adams. that guy has anthems spewing out of his ass he's so on top of what his audience and wants....and i'm the same age as his would be grandchildren and I'D STILL GO SEE HIM LIVE]
phew..need to sleep will finish later.
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