!Zach Oooh!n!
Sadder than a heartbreak tune.
First and foremost. Let me relay a big Panaphobe FU to the superintendent of buildings for a company which shall remain nameless. Thanks, assface, for promising us work and then we show up to do yer dirty work and you sent another crew cos "we were taking too long to get there". We got there the same day as the other guys, and now I'm home early during my last week of work. FUDB!
Second and foremost. Upon further (and soberer) review, The Natural History are still fantastic. Their EP is great great great. Some will say they sound like the Strokes, but I prefer to think of them cribbing bands like Spoon, Wire, and Joe Jackson. Who is not a band. If you can find their EP, buy it. Won't disappoint. Promise.
Third, etc. And while I'm ranting about the Construction world, let me relay my three biggest fears whilst working:
1. Getting something dropped on me while ascending a ladder.
2. Cutting any random object that might be sitting next to, around, or under my saw.
3. Cutting my hand/arm/leg/other extremity with my utility knife (aka Box Cutter).
On Monday, I did all three within a span of a commercial break on the Dan Patrick Radio Show.
1. My Dad dropped a ten foot long cedar 2by4 when he "thought you (I) had it". I didn't, and it knocked me off the ladder. Not before some stealthy Spider-man shit, however, which allowed me to avoid breaking my fucking neck.
2. The framing square is an L shaped tool that is basically a ruler that helps me draw angles (as my father said "yer no geometrist."). So I usually (read: obsessively) make sure that it is out of the way when I'm cutting. You can finish the rest. Two seconds before I hit it with the saw, this 13 year old kid who was "working" with his dad (see the classic sign on the KrustySweatShop "Force Your Daughter to Work Day") had been standing right in front of me. He moved ten feet. I hit the square. It's made of aluminum. It flew twenty feet and stuck into the drywall, at a high rate of speed. He laughed, a high pitched laugh. I moved on.
3. I thought I cut my finger off. Somehow (grace of God/Allah/Steel) I ended up hitting it with the case instead of the blade.
Shit happens in threes, i swear.
Next five: "concrete sky" by beth orton; anything from the Natural History EP; "Damn sam I love a woman that rains" by ryan adams; "damn sam I love a woman and then BLARG about it on my solo-side-project BLARG" by mjarcie helgenfugen and the lane; and "the rising" by the boss.
in the stereo: Nobody else in the computer lab
in the sight line: parked cars
Sadder than a heartbreak tune.
First and foremost. Let me relay a big Panaphobe FU to the superintendent of buildings for a company which shall remain nameless. Thanks, assface, for promising us work and then we show up to do yer dirty work and you sent another crew cos "we were taking too long to get there". We got there the same day as the other guys, and now I'm home early during my last week of work. FUDB!
Second and foremost. Upon further (and soberer) review, The Natural History are still fantastic. Their EP is great great great. Some will say they sound like the Strokes, but I prefer to think of them cribbing bands like Spoon, Wire, and Joe Jackson. Who is not a band. If you can find their EP, buy it. Won't disappoint. Promise.
Third, etc. And while I'm ranting about the Construction world, let me relay my three biggest fears whilst working:
1. Getting something dropped on me while ascending a ladder.
2. Cutting any random object that might be sitting next to, around, or under my saw.
3. Cutting my hand/arm/leg/other extremity with my utility knife (aka Box Cutter).
On Monday, I did all three within a span of a commercial break on the Dan Patrick Radio Show.
1. My Dad dropped a ten foot long cedar 2by4 when he "thought you (I) had it". I didn't, and it knocked me off the ladder. Not before some stealthy Spider-man shit, however, which allowed me to avoid breaking my fucking neck.
2. The framing square is an L shaped tool that is basically a ruler that helps me draw angles (as my father said "yer no geometrist."). So I usually (read: obsessively) make sure that it is out of the way when I'm cutting. You can finish the rest. Two seconds before I hit it with the saw, this 13 year old kid who was "working" with his dad (see the classic sign on the KrustySweatShop "Force Your Daughter to Work Day") had been standing right in front of me. He moved ten feet. I hit the square. It's made of aluminum. It flew twenty feet and stuck into the drywall, at a high rate of speed. He laughed, a high pitched laugh. I moved on.
3. I thought I cut my finger off. Somehow (grace of God/Allah/Steel) I ended up hitting it with the case instead of the blade.
Shit happens in threes, i swear.
Next five: "concrete sky" by beth orton; anything from the Natural History EP; "Damn sam I love a woman that rains" by ryan adams; "damn sam I love a woman and then BLARG about it on my solo-side-project BLARG" by mjarcie helgenfugen and the lane; and "the rising" by the boss.
in the stereo: Nobody else in the computer lab
in the sight line: parked cars
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