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Hey suckers...well, it's been about a thousand years since I updated this mudder. Shit is pretty awesome. My job is still going really well. My boss told me he is really happy with my work and that he is going to bring me to Chicago in March for the big trade show there. That will be fucking awesome. I haven't been doing much taxidermy, but I hope to get back to that soon...actually, I have to get back to that soon as I have a few upcoming projects. Theese people whoa re producing a short film called "The Mechanical Heart" want me to make them some dissected taxidermy animals. In November we are going ot be having a Rogue Taxidermy show at Central College in Iowa. They are having us down as visitng artists to do a couple of workshops and they are giving us a ton of money to do it, which is fucking awesome. Shit, I just realized I haven't updated this thing since I quit the Midway. So yeah, I quit Midway Books. It still doesn't seem real. I miss it a lot...but there is a ton of shit about it I do not miss. here is a short list of things I do not miss about the Midway:
1. All the crazy douchebag motherfuckers who ceased to be funny about a year ago...including: Big Gay John, Ole Huff n. Puff, Dr. Cartilidge: The Man with the World's Thickest Ears, and that fucking milk-shake enema of a man The Douche, who would come in every Sunday night and talk to me and Dennis about comics when we clearly did not give a shit.
2. Phone calls! Period. Not having to answer the phone and say, "Midway Books." and then listen to an hour-and-a-half-long story about some book from some senial old person's distant past.
3. Telling people that we do not have a book buyer in and having them act like I just told them their grandmother was stuck under the stairs again and was refusing to come out unless she was brought cherry tapioca in a golden snail shell. "WELL FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK AM i SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?! HUH?!?! SELLING THESE BOOKS TO YOU WAS MY FUCKING LIFE!!! NOW WHAT?! NOW FUCKING WHAT?!?!"
4. My boss being a racist.
5. Not having to lie and say that we can't give out change and not having to kick gangs of black kids out of the store.
6. SHELVING FUCKING MYSTERY PAPERBACKS!
7. Um....work.
And there are some things i do miss...such as:
1. Watching hookers, pimps, drunks, bums and cardboard boxes out the window with Dennis on Sundays.
2. Running around the creepy Midway basement.
3. All the books I could handle.
So yeah, the epic experience taht was Midway Books has come to an end at long last. I still think somehow i am going to just wake up there someday...like The Cube...and not know how I got there and things will just go back to the way they were. And some retard will have to help me save the day.
In other nes, my birthday is coming up, so I am going ot have a party. Maybe next weekend. Stay tuned and shit. Here's a picture of another new prop in process:
1. All the crazy douchebag motherfuckers who ceased to be funny about a year ago...including: Big Gay John, Ole Huff n. Puff, Dr. Cartilidge: The Man with the World's Thickest Ears, and that fucking milk-shake enema of a man The Douche, who would come in every Sunday night and talk to me and Dennis about comics when we clearly did not give a shit.
2. Phone calls! Period. Not having to answer the phone and say, "Midway Books." and then listen to an hour-and-a-half-long story about some book from some senial old person's distant past.
3. Telling people that we do not have a book buyer in and having them act like I just told them their grandmother was stuck under the stairs again and was refusing to come out unless she was brought cherry tapioca in a golden snail shell. "WELL FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK AM i SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?! HUH?!?! SELLING THESE BOOKS TO YOU WAS MY FUCKING LIFE!!! NOW WHAT?! NOW FUCKING WHAT?!?!"
4. My boss being a racist.
5. Not having to lie and say that we can't give out change and not having to kick gangs of black kids out of the store.
6. SHELVING FUCKING MYSTERY PAPERBACKS!
7. Um....work.
And there are some things i do miss...such as:
1. Watching hookers, pimps, drunks, bums and cardboard boxes out the window with Dennis on Sundays.
2. Running around the creepy Midway basement.
3. All the books I could handle.
So yeah, the epic experience taht was Midway Books has come to an end at long last. I still think somehow i am going to just wake up there someday...like The Cube...and not know how I got there and things will just go back to the way they were. And some retard will have to help me save the day.
In other nes, my birthday is coming up, so I am going ot have a party. Maybe next weekend. Stay tuned and shit. Here's a picture of another new prop in process: