The Isolated Blurt Thread XIX: Ice Cream Has No Bones

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Either 1) I need to get one of those wrestler handgripper thingies that make all your hand muscles super bulgy and strong or 2) I need to replace one of my hands with a razor-sharp steel claw, or 3) the powers that be need to quit wrapping food in seamless impenetrable plastic packaging.

I vote claw. Just because.



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knife



You're very welcome.
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And, 9 out of 10 safety professionals would recommend scissors. Properly made scissors, of course.
 

Heh. Makes perf sense with the limited space, but the bed's probably not doing those throw pillows on the couch below any good, though! :D

When I was still in art school back in '89 or '90, I did some freelance studio assistant work for a commercial illustrator who had a corner penthouse apartment on 6th Ave. with a similar descending bed built into the living room, but his came down from the ceiling on wire instead of lifts embedded in the wall like the above. It's an old-school pre-war brick building from the 19th century (as are most of the structures in the area that haven't been torn down and replaced by soulless glass & metal behemoths), so I think he had it installed personally. I thought it was the most coolest thing ever, even though because the bed was balanced by four wires it seemed like it was prone to swing a lot, so I dunno how good or bad your sex game would be in it. :D

His apartment also had huge half-circle arched windows, which made his joint even more cool. I tried to see if there's a photo of it online, but bubkes. Windows looks similar to the arched ones in this building nearby:

http://cdn-img1.streeteasy.com/nyc/image/1/38864301.jpg

He's not there anymore, but I pass by the building often and every time I do, I look up at where his apartment was — the top floor is the only one with arched windows and his corner faces the avenue — and wonder if the current occupant kept the bed. If the motor for it fucked up, it would likely cost a shitload of moolah to repair.
 
The quantity of tomatoes and garlic I'm consuming today is ridiculous. Delicious, but ridiculous.
 
I would think you move the pillows out of the way first. Then drop the bed. Also the space beneath the bed becomes a cool fort.
 
summer vacation almost over. my youngest is home from france, tanned, rested and ready to start his GCSE years. my eldest passed her A-levels, is enrolled in college, and has all but bankrupted me for course supplies. the mutt is now trained to the point where she'll be ok in the house for the 8 hours everyone will be out for. just this once, all is going to plan.

doing the various notifications for change of job/income, it struck me again that I've doubled my wages, changing from my old job to the new one. and my first pay review, after a few months, will see it go up even more. which is great. fantastic. awesome. but... while this job is many shades of cool, does it really deserve so much greater reward than looking after the dying? I feel sort of guilty and sort of angry. screwed up world.

also, the machine broke down. four days after I said we needed a new one and my co-worker disagreed. so I get to be both frustrated and smug.
I've improved upon their method for two of the simplest processes, but now i'm eying up their latest, experimental stuff. they've not asked for my input, obviously, with me being so new, but I think I have a better idea... which may or may not work.
 
I think some hot cider is in order. Perhaps it will soothe my throat.
 
Plug it in, so uncharacteristically, to specifically see if such stuffed bait will draw its precisely intended target out...

...and, what do you know, the target appears - swimming around the edges, yes, but still fully out in the open.

Complete coincidence...

...no doubt.
 
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