Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 


So as of this morning, there are 3 days left before the "Inventory of Doom"(tm)

And for the most part there is next to nothing left for us to do until the day before/day of arrives. We've counted practically everything, and this remains the first time in five inventories that I have had a day or two to spare.

If I had the energy, I'd be excited. However...yesterday, myself and another employee spent the entire day organizing and counting roughly 800 wallets & wallet-related items. I think it's safe to say I'm rather displeased with wallets as a whole now, and will happily indulge in a Hulk Smash-esque tirade if people start saying things like, "Aren't wallets great?"

(No, that's not an invitation.)

But at least a short reprieve is in sight: there's a 4-hour shift I have to work this morning, and then the rest of the day is free to attend/enjoy Matt's wedding. (On the downside: I have to work tomorrow. I'm seriously tempted to call in dead.)

Labels: weary nonsensical ramblings involving the Inventory of Doom 08 and why it's made me hate wallets

posted by Phillip at 5:34 AM

 


I'd really intended for this entry to be done earlier, however if I had posted this on the actual "day of" it might have seemed somewhat tactless, as it would have followed right after that last bit o' nowhere where the rumours of my death were in fact greatly exaggerated. And I do want to commemorate this moment in time, at least as something to fondly look back upon.

It's no secret we host a small menagerie in our apartment. There's our Shih-tzu, Shady; our cat, Chance; the Holland dwarf lop, Tachi(koma); and Chucky, the goldfish.

Alas, Chucky is no longer with us. There's an empty fishbowl on the corner of the table where he used to swim.

I remember when Mel & I were first introduced to Chucky: Kevin & Dana had rescued him from friends who were...shall we say "rather negligent" in their fish-keeping duties. Somehow, Chucky had survived a year or two of sporadic once or twice a week feedings and once a month at best bowl cleanings. Upon seeing his plight, Kevin & Dana rescued Chucky and brought him to their old apartment...in Stratford.

(Yep, for a run of the mill goldfish, Chucky proved amazingly long-lived and resilient. Perhaps even, dare I say it, John Mclean-esque in his ability to endure. Yippie ki-ay?)

However, Kevin & Dana quickly realized their rescue plan had one flaw: their cat, Willow. While Harley pretty much stared at Chucky and mewed the feline equivalent of "WTF, mate?", Willow stalked poor Chucky every chance she could get. Three failed relocations (and two very close dinner calls) later, and they asked if we would be willing to take in Chucky.

Mel gave me the Bambi eyes. I couldn't say no.

And so Chucky came to live with us. Shady didn't care much for Chucky since he couldn't come out his bowl to play with her. Not long after, Chance joined our growing family...and he seemed about as disinterested as you could get. He knew Chucky was there, but I guess Chance wasn't really a "fish" sort of cat...unless I'm opening a random can that he honestly believes is filled with tuna.

For just over 4 years, Chucky was a happy addition to our gaggle. I am certainly saddened to see him gone, but he made us smile every day we had him, and he was as treasured as the other three pets are. And while it may seem silly to hold such sentiments about a goldfish, he was still family.

We'll miss you, Chucky.

And if you come across any large, menacing fish in that big ol' aquarium in the sky, make sure to kick their asses as you swim away from the inevitable underwater explosions. Yippie ki-ay, and all that.

Labels: goodbye to Chucky the goldfish

posted by Phillip at 8:26 PM

 

Hello there. It's been a while. I'm sure you've been sitting there staring at the screen, waiting a long time. Or you gave up checking this thing regularly, stumbled across it in a random spring cleaning of your bookmarks and on a lark clicked on it, and hey lookie, the lazy bastard's finally decided to grace us with his presence!

So why have I gone into hiding? Am I disenfranchised with the Interwebs and am protesting by not gracing it with my presence...until my ego demands I return to stock back up on loving adoration from the online masses? Am I now the possessor of some DaVinci code-esque secret and must give up my old life in order to avoid being killed by the dozens of fanatical assassins out to silence me?

To tell the truth it's a little bit of misanthropy, and a little bit of Confic amidst working on the store's annual Inventory. Yep, it's that time of year again. And this time around the entire Inventory situation has proven uniquely deranged and satisfactory all at the same time. Originally, they sprung it on us right when Mel & I would have been down in Connecticut, but fortuitously the auditor had no trouble postponing the Inventory until later. Then a few weeks ago, right at the start of April, I got a second set of Inventory paperwork. After consulting with my DM, I discovered it was now scheduled for the first May.

Now it's not often I get 4 weeks advanced notice; usually it's 2 weeks at best. So I've been spending some very busy days at work getting as much of our backstock pre-counted as possible. It's all good, really; I'd rather spend 4 weeks being fairly busy as opposed to spending 2 weeks being out-of-my-mind-crazy-busy. All was good.

And then a day or so ago I learned they were moving up our Inventory from next Thursday to next Tuesday. Which means I am so very glad I spent all my prep time beforehand. The theory goes we won't be totally fustigated when the day of arrives. But in the meantime, I get to spend many working hours working my ass off, and most of my off hours gathering energy to finish up to the Confic.

Which, for all you naysayers out there, is three-quarters done. Yep, you all know who you are. You thought I was being naive. You thought I wasn't up to the challenge of finishing it by May. (Again.) And now I am here to speak to you all and loudly proclaim...


...you were absolutely right. Dammit.

But on the plus side, the Confic features mallet smackings, drive-by bukkake, Easy buttons, naked (but censored) hamsters and some of the best of the worst Chaosfics culled from as far back as the start of the series. Ole!

And I would love to end this entry on something witty and strange, but I am admittedly tired and am at a slight loss of things to add. I mean, it's not like I can just surf around and stumble across a guy having his wanton ways with a picnic table!

http://www.firstcoastnews.com/news/strange/news-article.aspx?storyid=105778


Oh dear...

Labels: Confic 08, inter-furniture erotic, Inventory ahoy

posted by Phillip at 4:29 PM