Because I work in the merchandising department here at work, I sometimes get
access to some pretty cool stuff. Not from my merchant, mind you. No. He
deals in fertilizer and seed... or shit and stuff that grows in shit.
(*grins*) Not really. Our fertilizer is the bad, chemical laden kind that
makes your lawn feel like a carpet while the local wildlife is born with
three-heads.
But anyway...
I sometimes get access to some pretty cool stuff from the freebie table in our
department. For instance, I picked up some cool CDs that way and that's how I
discovered Godsmack. I've also got quite a few home improvement and home
decorating books and magazines in that realm as well. (That's what happens
when you work for the DIY industry.)
I also get a bunch of cool stuff that other people throw away. Various plastic
bits that have cool shapes that could be used as stencils or glossy
advertisements from different vendors that have neat designs that I could use
for a magnitude of different paper crafts or, my latest find, a bazillion
unused hotel key cards with an advertisement for Total Kill products on the
front from a convention we sponsored for our store managers.
Yes, Virginia, I am a pack rat. But not just any pack rat. I am also an artist
and a crafter. Because of this genetic make-up, my desk at work and my studio
space at home is FULL of treasure. Or "crap" as Mom said when I was a
kid and as Husband says now.
I love these various bits. They make me
happy. I look at them and I see potential things that they can become. I
can't help it. It's the way I am made. The way I am programmed. "I'm not
bad. I'm just drawn that way."
Today, I was going through some of the books I've accumulated here at work to
bring some of them home and I came across a 2006 calendar of cows that someone
was going to throw away. They were just going to toss it! (*shakes head*) I
saved it from certain doom.
I was looking through said calendar and picturing the greeting cards I could
make with cows on them and maybe placing a few cows here and there around my
cubicle "just because" when I suddenly felt incredibly dirty. It was almost like
looking at cow pin-ups. Into my imagination popped a vision of some teenage
yokel hiding in the hay loft looking at the calendar and rubbing one off.
It made me sad for the cows.
But then I realized I'd had this very thought before and that made me even more
sad!
When I was in college, I created a fictional town of sculpted characters and I
had made this very yokel pervert! I even created the farm magazine for him to
look at!
Now I need to know... should I be worried about my mental condition?
Do I need to eat more chicken? 
access to some pretty cool stuff. Not from my merchant, mind you. No. He
deals in fertilizer and seed... or shit and stuff that grows in shit.
(*grins*) Not really. Our fertilizer is the bad, chemical laden kind that
makes your lawn feel like a carpet while the local wildlife is born with
three-heads.
But anyway...
I sometimes get access to some pretty cool stuff from the freebie table in our
department. For instance, I picked up some cool CDs that way and that's how I
discovered Godsmack. I've also got quite a few home improvement and home
decorating books and magazines in that realm as well. (That's what happens
when you work for the DIY industry.)
I also get a bunch of cool stuff that other people throw away. Various plastic
bits that have cool shapes that could be used as stencils or glossy
advertisements from different vendors that have neat designs that I could use
for a magnitude of different paper crafts or, my latest find, a bazillion
unused hotel key cards with an advertisement for Total Kill products on the
front from a convention we sponsored for our store managers.
Yes, Virginia, I am a pack rat. But not just any pack rat. I am also an artist
and a crafter. Because of this genetic make-up, my desk at work and my studio
space at home is FULL of treasure. Or "crap" as Mom said when I was a
kid and as Husband says now.
I love these various bits. They make mehappy. I look at them and I see potential things that they can become. I
can't help it. It's the way I am made. The way I am programmed. "I'm not
bad. I'm just drawn that way."
Today, I was going through some of the books I've accumulated here at work to
bring some of them home and I came across a 2006 calendar of cows that someone
was going to throw away. They were just going to toss it! (*shakes head*) I
saved it from certain doom.
I was looking through said calendar and picturing the greeting cards I could
make with cows on them and maybe placing a few cows here and there around my
cubicle "just because" when I suddenly felt incredibly dirty. It was almost like
looking at cow pin-ups. Into my imagination popped a vision of some teenage
yokel hiding in the hay loft looking at the calendar and rubbing one off.
It made me sad for the cows.
But then I realized I'd had this very thought before and that made me even more
sad!
When I was in college, I created a fictional town of sculpted characters and I
had made this very yokel pervert! I even created the farm magazine for him to
look at!
Now I need to know... should I be worried about my mental condition?
Do I need to eat more chicken?
Sahibala is funny......I break out it spontanious song and choriographed music and dance all the time. It really pisses Sean off when I immitate Fran Dressure's voice. & that chick from Friends, um JANICE. Her laugh makes him cringe. I do it when we are fighting. it's hella funny.
Oh yeah Karen from Will & Grace is funny too.