A Magical Tale for the Whole Family!
Due to a delivery error on the part of some idiot in shipping, out there in the world somewhere, I had to drive out to Alexandria today to pick up a package UPS couldn't seem to get to me. When I got out to the parking lot, ready to head out on this merry time-wasting mission, I noticed my car was a different color than usual. Normally my car is a fairly deep blue, but today it had a distinct yellow tint to it, as if the cocaine fairies had lovingly dusted it in lemon-scented Columbian blow. In reality it just means it's pollen season, when plants everywhere take their revenge on allergic mammels by jizzing into the air continually. Lousy damn plants.
My last paper of the semester is nearing completion, which is good considering it's due first thing Monday morning. For a last minute lash up job, it's one of my better ones, but as always I'm left wondering what it would have turned into had I given it an appropriate amount of effort. Then again, I feel that way about all my papers as I never start them on time and make up the difference with a marathon effort at the end. I've long since stopped feeling remorseful about this, my grades at least are good and I've got no serious complaints about the end product. Does leave me wondering what I could accomplish if I was as responsible as I've conned people into thinking, though. Ah screw it, what they don't know won't hurt them.
The gears have been turning in my head for a few weeks now, something's brewing in the hellish nomansland of my subconscious, just waiting for the appropriate combination of alcohol, sleep deprivation and spontaneous musical number to surge into the forefront of my consciousness like Rommel into France in 1940. It's going to be curious to figure out what my occasionally traitorous brain has been cooking up this time. The feeling stated when I was listening to "I Put a Spell On You" by the only good band to come out of the sixties, Creedence Clearwater Revival, so we're likely dealing with a good one here.
I need to get my ass a job. With the end of the school year I have no excuse not to and I need the cash. All necessities of bills and rent aside, there's been a number of things I've been wanting to buy for some time but keep putting off on grounds of relative poverty. Chief among them is a new firearm, specifically a CZ-52 pistol. It's a sweet cold war-era Soviet Bloc weapon made by the Czechs in 7.62x25mm AKA 7.62 Tokarev. I know, I know, not the most powerful round in the world, but they can't all be magnums and as much as I'd like a .357 Ruger they just cost too much at the moment. The cheapest CZ I've found is about a hundred dollars, but since our good buddies at the ATF classify it as a Curio & Relic I'd need a Federal Firearms Licence, class III to have it shipped to me directly. Those run about thirty dollars a year, but the only other alternative is to arrange to have it shipped to a dealer in the area. Who knows how much that'll run me, so I'm considering getting a FFL class III.
Again, though, I need income before that can happen. The last two places I've tried haven't given me any work, which blows as Kaplans would have been alright and the Library Special Collections would have been perfect, but what can you do, other than bitch about it on the internet? If all else fails, I can always temp at an IT firm of some sort, but I'd really, really, want to avoid that as possible. Even at SoverNet call center work had me teetering on the edge of a shooting spree, and I had people there I knew to talk me down. Not that there's anything wrong with a little friendly random shooting spree-action, right? Keep your cathode ray tubes tuned to Big Pat for all the fast breaking news, we'll be right back after these important messages.
My last paper of the semester is nearing completion, which is good considering it's due first thing Monday morning. For a last minute lash up job, it's one of my better ones, but as always I'm left wondering what it would have turned into had I given it an appropriate amount of effort. Then again, I feel that way about all my papers as I never start them on time and make up the difference with a marathon effort at the end. I've long since stopped feeling remorseful about this, my grades at least are good and I've got no serious complaints about the end product. Does leave me wondering what I could accomplish if I was as responsible as I've conned people into thinking, though. Ah screw it, what they don't know won't hurt them.
The gears have been turning in my head for a few weeks now, something's brewing in the hellish nomansland of my subconscious, just waiting for the appropriate combination of alcohol, sleep deprivation and spontaneous musical number to surge into the forefront of my consciousness like Rommel into France in 1940. It's going to be curious to figure out what my occasionally traitorous brain has been cooking up this time. The feeling stated when I was listening to "I Put a Spell On You" by the only good band to come out of the sixties, Creedence Clearwater Revival, so we're likely dealing with a good one here.
I need to get my ass a job. With the end of the school year I have no excuse not to and I need the cash. All necessities of bills and rent aside, there's been a number of things I've been wanting to buy for some time but keep putting off on grounds of relative poverty. Chief among them is a new firearm, specifically a CZ-52 pistol. It's a sweet cold war-era Soviet Bloc weapon made by the Czechs in 7.62x25mm AKA 7.62 Tokarev. I know, I know, not the most powerful round in the world, but they can't all be magnums and as much as I'd like a .357 Ruger they just cost too much at the moment. The cheapest CZ I've found is about a hundred dollars, but since our good buddies at the ATF classify it as a Curio & Relic I'd need a Federal Firearms Licence, class III to have it shipped to me directly. Those run about thirty dollars a year, but the only other alternative is to arrange to have it shipped to a dealer in the area. Who knows how much that'll run me, so I'm considering getting a FFL class III.
Again, though, I need income before that can happen. The last two places I've tried haven't given me any work, which blows as Kaplans would have been alright and the Library Special Collections would have been perfect, but what can you do, other than bitch about it on the internet? If all else fails, I can always temp at an IT firm of some sort, but I'd really, really, want to avoid that as possible. Even at SoverNet call center work had me teetering on the edge of a shooting spree, and I had people there I knew to talk me down. Not that there's anything wrong with a little friendly random shooting spree-action, right? Keep your cathode ray tubes tuned to Big Pat for all the fast breaking news, we'll be right back after these important messages.
posted by Big Pat at 11:29 PM
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