Feb 12, 2010 17:50
Dear Friends,
I love you all. Truly I do. But I am buried under an avalanche of banners, shelf tags, case cards, and ****** customers. I may never see the sun again. I think that Fenris Banner has eaten the sun, actually. Send help.
Yours During the End Times,
Thad
bannarnarok
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I'd send Fred to help you but that would just...
Er.
No.
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WEASEL ON A STICK!!!
Wit BBQ sauce!
FF
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Thanks! :P
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you might not want that
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Preparing to recieve goo and biting plants! (See? Now Jack's ready for a Par-tay!)
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"What?" asked Mr Thadd. "Zanza, what is it?"
The cat wound around his ankles, nearly making him trip. He stumbled a little, catching himself against the wall. It was then that he noticed the lineup -- bright eyes looking at him from the cats lined up in the doorway, and feeling hopelessly like Billy in a somewhat more feline version of Lassie, he opened the door and let the cats bound out. It was a still, crisp afternoon, the first thrill of evening just hitting the pavement.
There was a banner on the street.
Not a collection of electrons firing to make pixels, like his beloved Thadd was surrounded by; an actual banner. It shuffled a little in the breeze. Wait. There was no breeze. It shuffled a little. Zinger acted first, creeping on lowered belly to run for the banner and then pounce, paws and claws and shreds of something that melted into the air like glitter, leaving a sparkle on Zinger's dark fur like stars against the night sky. Zinger shook, pleased, and Mr Thadd had an awful feeling of dread bunch in the pit of ( ... )
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His hand brushed against something heavy, and cold. He looked at it. It was a little grey box, with a big red button, sitting next to Thadd's mouse. The button was inscribed PREVIEW. When he picked it up, the back was inscribed with a vaguely familiar company logo -- a T made from hexagons. Not for the first time, he wondered just who Thadd's graphic design customers really were; she seemed to have to provide a lot of top secret decals and stationery. Just last month she'd had to install sixteen new fonts, all of which looked a bit like wingdings meeting quenya, onto their home computer ( ... )
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Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You made my day! I love this. Mr. Thadd loves this. He says you've managed to capture our lives - in a marvelous, surreal way - exactly. ::hugs::
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I'm glad it made you smile! Did I get all the cats in? I thought I had, but I wasn't sure. I'm glad that Mr Thadd approves, too. ::hugs back::
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