have moved my office to the basement. I've had an awful case of
writers/illustrators block. which now that i think about it happens every
winter. anyhow, to try to jumpstart things i moved my "office" from my
living room to a room in the basement. My "office" consists of a
long table i "liberated" from a tent sale/fireworks stand on the 5th
of July when i lived in Orlando. Hey, they had a whole other year to get a new
one before it affected their business, and if they didn't want people walking
off with them then they should have gotten to the rummage sale first, then THEY
would have bought the bolt cutters and i would have had no way to unchain the
stack of tables.
illustrators use those big tables that slant up at whatever angle you like, but
since the angle i like is flat, a really long table from a tent sale works just
fine. I just need a long flat surface so i can shove stuff without it
falling on the floor. When i first saw the table it was covered with boxes
of black cat brand fireworks at a tent sale at the far end of a wal
mart parking lot, i was at the tent sale and in broken English the attendant
you see something you want?"
yes" i replied as i ran my hands over the smooth table "yes i do....heh
heh ha ha HA HA HAAAAA"
seemed to think i was coming onto him and in retrospect i guess i could see
where that may have seemed like the case. anywhoo, Wal mart was good
enough to not chain up their carts and i loaded my 3x8 foot table onto a
shopping cart and wheeled it the mile and a half back to my condo complex. my
neighbor who ,as luck would have it was in charge of the condo community
committee or some nonsense, was giving me the stink eye.
never understand why my then roommate picked a highbrow condo community other
than to see me piss off the neighbors. the condo community guy told me i
couldn't bring the shopping cart in. rather than get into an argument over
a shopping cart i carried the table the remaining 20 yards. i could
have just continued past him as he has no actual power, but i'm a man who likes
to pick his battles. and the cost for making me carry my table on my
shoulders was having me tow in and strip two 1980's oldsmobile cutlasses right
there in the community parking lot. i was careful not TECHNICALLY break
any of the condo complex's jerk off rules while still completely disassembling
two cars...slowly...one after the other over the course of the summer. they
where up on cinder blocks and everything and every night i would tie traps over
the rule was you could keep unused vehicles, boats, ect parked in your parking
spot as long at they where covered when not being maintained. this rule
was of course for the various speed boats and corvettes that where kept in the
lot by wealthier residents...not for the likes of me to part out a shitbox
oldsmoblie. but since i DID tarp it off at night this left the condo
community with the chinese finger cuffs decision of having to remove ALL tarped
vehicles or ignore my shenanigans...or having a meeting and vote on changing the
rules...a meeting i asured them i would attend and eventually have to be
escorted out of. They never did make up their minds before i moved out, they
would just give me dirty looks and walk around pissed off and mortified. The
groundkeepers when cubans and big fans of that particular body style of car, so
i gave them a few hard to fine parts if they would use thier leaf blowers at
wide open throttle under the condo guys window at the crack of dawn every week.
But just to show thier where no hard feelings i left the front and rear bumpers
on his lawn when i left. and that's like 600.00 worth of parts on ebay, that is
if they weren't weilded together.
the hell was i talking about now? Oh yeah i moved all my crap into the
basement...hopefully a change of scenery will help.