Today, I pulled 109 feet of unlubed fish tape with my bare hands. I am Timothy J. Builderguy.
But also today, Timothy J. Builder hangs up his hardhat. At least for now. Because he can take it. Because he's the builderguy San Luis Obispo deserves, but not the one it needs right now. Because he's not our builderguy. He's a silent muscledude. A watchful lifterman. A dark builderguy.
Assume that my normative blogging duties shall return come the morrow. For now, hot tubs and sleeps.
(Also, Kris Straub said he'll watch out for my movie and book. Probably nothing to concern yourself with.)
Showing posts with label hard work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hard work. Show all posts
Monday, February 6, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Wake Me Up Before You IndieGoGo?
I don't know, man. I'm fucking trying.
I realized today, during my arduous hours of physical labor, that I hadn't yet mentioned to my droves of devotees that a certain fundraiser I support recently reached it's goal!
A little over a week remains and I'd recommend making your donations now, as it'll possibly be your last chance to snag certain prizes, such as a Season One DVD.
My muscles ache. It hurts my poor, cramped hands to continue typing. Such is the plight of the proletariat blogger.
Tomorrow, Timothy J. Builderguy falls.
(Also, Kris Straub +1'd my Google+ comment. No big deal.)
I realized today, during my arduous hours of physical labor, that I hadn't yet mentioned to my droves of devotees that a certain fundraiser I support recently reached it's goal!
A little over a week remains and I'd recommend making your donations now, as it'll possibly be your last chance to snag certain prizes, such as a Season One DVD.
My muscles ache. It hurts my poor, cramped hands to continue typing. Such is the plight of the proletariat blogger.
Tomorrow, Timothy J. Builderguy falls.
(Also, Kris Straub +1'd my Google+ comment. No big deal.)
Thursday, February 2, 2012
"I Can't Believe How Tight This Is."
Today I earn my Adult Content disclaimer.
"Wanna give it a tug?"
"I can't get it in – it's too slippery."
"All you need is lube."
"My hand is cramping up."
"It doesn't matter how hard I push - it just won't come."
All of these statements, including the one I surrogated as a title, and many, many more were stated, in a perfectly innocent, non-sexual manner while pulling and feeding cable in this hotel job I'm working the rest of the weekend. I have come to the conclusion that, while doing electrical work, it is literally impossible to avoid a rate of one sexual innuendo per two minutes. Impossible.
It also doesn't help that the outlet boxes into which we're feeding or stringing cable are approximately waist high and often situated in corners, resulting in four grown men, standing in different rooms in an unoccupied hotel, making repeated, less-than-discreet pulling and pushing gestures.
Warned ya.
"Wanna give it a tug?"
"I can't get it in – it's too slippery."
"All you need is lube."
"My hand is cramping up."
"It doesn't matter how hard I push - it just won't come."
All of these statements, including the one I surrogated as a title, and many, many more were stated, in a perfectly innocent, non-sexual manner while pulling and feeding cable in this hotel job I'm working the rest of the weekend. I have come to the conclusion that, while doing electrical work, it is literally impossible to avoid a rate of one sexual innuendo per two minutes. Impossible.
It also doesn't help that the outlet boxes into which we're feeding or stringing cable are approximately waist high and often situated in corners, resulting in four grown men, standing in different rooms in an unoccupied hotel, making repeated, less-than-discreet pulling and pushing gestures.
Warned ya.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Your Weekly Report
Today: I bested this motherfucker WITHOUT HELP FROM GUIDE NOR WALKTHROUGH.
Tomorrow: Installing televisions. For money. I'm a TV mercenary.
Friday: Dan's birthday party. Thoughts disintegrate. Lasers pierce the blackness. You feel it. You BECOME the game.
And maybe a little writing as well. Expect an update on Cutthroat Ragtime soon, my 18.0006 lovely legionaries.
Tomorrow: Installing televisions. For money. I'm a TV mercenary.
Friday: Dan's birthday party. Thoughts disintegrate. Lasers pierce the blackness. You feel it. You BECOME the game.
And maybe a little writing as well. Expect an update on Cutthroat Ragtime soon, my 18.0006 lovely legionaries.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Hard Hat Mofuckas
For the prodigious rate of $22 an hour, I've been whoring myself out as an amateur, unlicensed electrician to an "under construction" Hampton Inn in Pismo Beach, California.
(right to left: Timothy J. Meyer, Steven Molony, Dan Glaser, Mark Glaser)
We called it Operation: Firecode. 'cause now we know about stuff like coaxial cable and fire codes and shit. I've subsequently decided to abandon my derelict screenwriting career and hang up my shingle as a hammer-swingin' construction jockey.
Please refer to my new business card.
The upshot being, real life monies! Headed my way soon!
(right to left: Timothy J. Meyer, Steven Molony, Dan Glaser, Mark Glaser)
We called it Operation: Firecode. 'cause now we know about stuff like coaxial cable and fire codes and shit. I've subsequently decided to abandon my derelict screenwriting career and hang up my shingle as a hammer-swingin' construction jockey.
Please refer to my new business card.
The upshot being, real life monies! Headed my way soon!
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