Ah, the boss and office mate are out today! If thats not the definition of a perfect Friday Well, OK, a Friday off would be better, but Ill take what I can get.
Now, if I could only remember the highlights since my last update
So, the girl formerly known as P.E. decided that she needed to go back to the Renn Faire one more time before it closed down for the season. Ill say it again: Ive created a monster.
This time, however, she decided to take her lil sis along for the ride. I was only more than happy to go again, if for no other reason than its always fun to watch a Renn Virgins reaction to the colorful personalities that populate a faire. And, as always seems to be the case, P.E.s sis managed to break a heart before the end of the day. She actually got a Pirate working a jewelry booth to trade his kick-ass skull ring for her crappy old watch. Then he bought her a beer unaware or perhaps uninterested - that shes still a few months underage.
Good times.
My back and neck are still giving me on and off grief. Just when I think Im healed, I lock up and find myself squealing like a little girl again.
Not so good times.
I really need to get my ass in to see a chiropractor, but I absolutely loath strange people touching me. On the other hand, there is the possibility of prescription painkillers, so
What else?
Well, I had my first topless photo shoot this week.
Seriously!
Some of my CGI-inclined cohorts needed a body model and (unfortunately) I fit the bill. Yeah, that was Yeah
I warned the photographer: you probably wont need a flash, as my pale Irish skin produces its own luminescence. He thought I was joking right until he snapped the first pic. He then promptly turned down the flash.
Anyway, I was forced to snarl and growl at the camera while striking scary, praying mantis-like poses. And let me reiterate: TOPLESS. Yeah Compromising to say the least. I warned the guys: If I see those pics hanging in the break room, somebody gonna die.
And then yesterday I got stuffed into a hundred and fifty pound monster suit and was forced to dance around for the camera, exhausting every last ounce of moisture in my body.
Never a dull moment.
OK, I think Ill take advantage of the quiet and do a bit o writing on the bosses dime. Hope all is well.
Now, if I could only remember the highlights since my last update
So, the girl formerly known as P.E. decided that she needed to go back to the Renn Faire one more time before it closed down for the season. Ill say it again: Ive created a monster.
This time, however, she decided to take her lil sis along for the ride. I was only more than happy to go again, if for no other reason than its always fun to watch a Renn Virgins reaction to the colorful personalities that populate a faire. And, as always seems to be the case, P.E.s sis managed to break a heart before the end of the day. She actually got a Pirate working a jewelry booth to trade his kick-ass skull ring for her crappy old watch. Then he bought her a beer unaware or perhaps uninterested - that shes still a few months underage.
Good times.
My back and neck are still giving me on and off grief. Just when I think Im healed, I lock up and find myself squealing like a little girl again.
Not so good times.
I really need to get my ass in to see a chiropractor, but I absolutely loath strange people touching me. On the other hand, there is the possibility of prescription painkillers, so
What else?
Well, I had my first topless photo shoot this week.
Seriously!
Some of my CGI-inclined cohorts needed a body model and (unfortunately) I fit the bill. Yeah, that was Yeah
I warned the photographer: you probably wont need a flash, as my pale Irish skin produces its own luminescence. He thought I was joking right until he snapped the first pic. He then promptly turned down the flash.
Anyway, I was forced to snarl and growl at the camera while striking scary, praying mantis-like poses. And let me reiterate: TOPLESS. Yeah Compromising to say the least. I warned the guys: If I see those pics hanging in the break room, somebody gonna die.
And then yesterday I got stuffed into a hundred and fifty pound monster suit and was forced to dance around for the camera, exhausting every last ounce of moisture in my body.
Never a dull moment.
OK, I think Ill take advantage of the quiet and do a bit o writing on the bosses dime. Hope all is well.
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I love it when my boss is out, justifies my existance -
(I don't have a computer).
Many with the big yellow hat ???
Fucking revisionists...