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citizen faggot

careful – she’s pissed

I think I’m becoming a homophobic homo.

I’ve been instructed by my client to stop poking sticks at the angry drag queens.

so… I shall sit on my fingers and be thankful for the publicity this one is churning up.. “No Press” is bad press.

Assuming, based on comment volume, the blog, (which I don’t have), has a larger audience than her’s and she reallllly likes attention – so I’ll give ya’ll monkeytiers a little link action . However, I better not assume…. being of Irish and American Indian decent, I’ve never been one to voluntarily compare cocks, metaphoric or otherwise.

He actually seems like he’d be a fun guy if he’d just relax a little and stop taking everything, especially himself, so god damn serious.

*monkeybear washes paws…. doesn’t blog… and takes a nap*

P.S. the trancey revisit of A-Ha’s “Take on Me” makes me wiggle in my seat and smile.

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Best laid plans of monkey and men.

kaboom

Well… Uhhh…. Urrrrrrr….

How can I wrap this up in a nice easy to digest info-byte.

The Friday after they took the powerbook away. I’m crippled – but still have my old G4 I can work on…

9:30am
Got to the office to find out that out landline was down. Apparently the switch over from land to cell is not as painless as they had suggested. We’re waiting for SWB to do whatever it is they need to do to release our old number to Sprint. This could take a week. No huge one – call the clients and make sure they all have the other cell number.

10:30am
Our landline went bye bye and with it – the DSL…. It’s being transferred to our house, but we have to wait for SWB to do whatever it is they need to do which will allow our ISP to set us up.

on-the-fly problem solving
OK… No sweat. I can still work, albeit on a dinosaur. We just figured we’d pack up the systems and take them to the loft and tie them into their T1 that afternoon. We changed our packing priorities and started packing up the computers.

1:15pm / shit hits the fan
Our friend with the loft calls from L.A. – “Hey Jim, I’m sorry to tell you this but I’ve had it with the building owner (tedious, yet valid issue here)…. I’m closing that office down – you can’t move in”.

(long pause for dramatic effect)

Voila… We’re fucked… Here, a week out from the switch over – the “moving ball” has already started rolling and can’t be stopped…

So.. Once again, when we’ve decided to embrace change, the universe has seen fit that we jump directly into the deep end instead of shimmying into the pool via the kitty end.

The intention of the loft was to serve as a buffer while we continue to slim down the company’s operations, get Kevin on powerbook, etc. By the fall, I wanted us to be in a position of ZERO-reliance on a physical space to work.

Wonderful intentions aside, our friend with the loft has a horrible track record for botched deals and bad luck. I was gambling that they’d be stable enough to get us to that “ZERO RELIANCE” period and THEN later, (which I expected), something to go wrong or go squirrelly – we’d simply be able to slip our Powerbooks in our briefcases, grab my files and step away.

Alright… Fine.. Note to self: don’t play the stock market or bet on horses.

So… Nowhere else to go – we’ve started throwing stuff in the carport of the house. (oh yeah – in the biggest winter storm of the season).

We’ll work out of the house for now…

We were just starting to get a hold on the house and now it’s popping at the seams with boxes.

The textbook scorp in me demands control – and in situations like this I feel completely powerless and overwhelmed. Kevin, my rock, is exhausted trying to keep my mental state from completely deteriorating. Mr. “nothing stresses me out” Chad is also keeping me sane with hugs and hourly installments of: “it’ll be fine”.

We’ll be having a huge garage sale in Spring – but until then will just need to deal with the chaos.

Good things: Going to save a bundle on office overhead (and billable hour overhead).

I should blog about this so later after it’s all said and done and we’ve morphed into whatever it is we’re going to be I’ll be able to look back and say – “Wow – remember when the rug was yanked from underneath us professionally and I spent a week digesting my own internal organs?”

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saints… and sinners

and over there we’ll put the burning effigy

Got to the office and Kevin exploded with energy and within two hours our storage area in the basement was cleared out and everything that’s to move with us was brought upstairs…

After a few phone calls, and a good spell jamming out to innocu-rock on hold with Sprint – we arranged for our land-line to be transfered and added as a second cell phone.

Out to Radio Shack to pick up an extra cell phone – most likely the ugliest one I’ve ever seen, but it was cheep and fills the need now. (Kevin promises we can fullfill my toy-lust once we stabilize after the move, catch up on bills and the phone I really want gets released in a blue-tooth friendly version (so it will work with iSync).

Lunch at Hard Rock and picked up babybear and headed down to meet xenohomo at… ironically, the building we’re moving the studio to…. Unknown to us, while we were spinning the deal to get the corner in our friend’s loft, Neel was negotiating with the building’s owners to have this year’s Saints and Sinner’s ball on one of their vacant floors.

Mardi Gras is a big deal in St. Louis – we’re second to New Orleans.
Every year The AIDS Foundation of St. Louis has a fundraising ball which coincides with the season. This year, Neel is the chairman for the event.

He asked if we’d help him out with decorations for the ball…. Leery of the previous years of being pro-bono’d to death by the bears – but genuinely wanting to help our friend out, we agreed to pitch in and lend a hand.

We walked through the space and Neel and Kevin talked about decorations, Chad listened quietly – and I took photos and had phony-sweet exchanges and glaring contests with the building’s rep, who… coincidentally also works for an ex-client. The last conversation I had with the woman was rather nasty and heated, probably because she thought I was being unreasonable because I was refusing to do projects until they paid their invoices which had aged beyond 9 months. We finally got paid – but we haven’t worked with them since… I miss the account, but then again – I don’t miss working and not getting paid.

She was shocked to see me there… She’s new to town and is probably still learning just how “small town” and incestuous St. Louis is.
It can make you… and break you…

We parted company and I gave her a wink, and a smug grin and told here “You’ll be seeing more of me”…

I can be a phony bitch when it’s called for.

I can be a blog-denying smart ass too.