2008-07-12: Coagulated Twittering

Originally published at Gibberings. You can comment here or there.

  • - for all your Bat Smax needs, now open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. #
  • @samanthrax That’s why you put the milk in FIRST. #
  • Working floor at DNA Lounge. Gay party night. Girl just unleashed her bladder upon the floor, on purpose. The fairer sex, ladies and gents. #
  • It figures, that even on gay Latin night, it’s the stupid bitches that fuck everything up. If you have a vagina, I hate you now. Forever. #
  • Imagine it: you’re there, right, surrounded by men who won’t have sex with you. You have to take advantage of being judgment proof for once. #
  • You have to do it: You have to whiz all over yourself, your toes all pee-squishy, then you gotta dance in it until security throws you out. #
  • A fat drunk girl has just been escorted offstage for Being Too Hetero, Booty Shaking Badly, and trying to Fondle the Twinkmeat. #
  • I am watching a Berkeley police officer drive his cruiser while chatting merrily on his cell phone. #
  • GENTLEMEN: Earl Grey, hot, with a dash of french vanilla and chocolate. It needs a shot of steamed milk, but I have approached perfection. #
  • The GTA series always had the most porous virtual/reality walls. Just now, in 7-11, a man answered his cell: “‘Eyyy Nico! What’s up, man?!” #

The Bone Room: On Not Being Allowed to Do My Job

Worked at the Bone Room now for months.  When I started, I was hired on as the technowunderkind, the messiah of network and notebook, the only one who knew why "Google Image Search is broken" (Do Not Display Images for this Page).

Install a shopping cart for our website, said Ron.  Ron is the boss.  He would be "cantankerous" if he wasn't so whiny and easily wounded, more a petulant toddler than a man of any weight or distinction.  I was happy to tackle the shopping cart, after fixing issues of calendar integration (Plaxo), wireless passwords, and the rest. 

I began by researching the best cart (ZenCart seemed fine), then moved on to actual implementation.  I had just started to fight with EarthLink about php support when I was taken off the job and heaped with a pile of other, nonsensical tasks: "update" the Bone Room's law file by researching obscure laws regarding endangered species and inheritance, laws that Ron only vaguely remembered having heard about, many years ago.  A towering assignment even for a legal secretary, I was left completely in the dark.  I was instructed specifically not to call Fish and Game directly, even though they'd be able to answer me instantly.  Ron fears the attention of the feds.  After a couple weeks of hunting through badly-organized government websites, making printouts, and highlighting things, I hadn't come up with anything.  I called my mother and asked for referrals to local lawyers that specialized in anything related to my task, but she couldn't help.  Eventually I gave up, having wasted weeks.

Lately, I come into the shop, sweep the floors, unpack fresh crickets from their shipping boxes (Tuesdays), and proceed to swoon around uselessly for eight hours.  Occasionally I will answer a phone or write out a receipt, but these task are more than covered by the other girls.  We're scheduled three or four at a time, getting in each other's way, sneaking work between idleness.