Toasting up a vegan corn-dog for 2:30 snack time...it's kind of an oxy-moron, as my friend Sarah once said in college "aren't corn-dogs what turn people vegan in the first place?" What makes that story extra funny, is that the revelation occurred when she received a box of vegan corn-dogs from her father as a birthday present. At this stage in my life, I would be happy with any kind of present from any one. I think it would be so cool to do Christmas in the style of the fugitive family from the classic 80's movie Running On Empty--where any present has to be something you either make or find, no purchasing can take place.
Today I worked on re-claiming Raku clay and making some vases and bells. The wind chime logistics are still getting worked out, but I made some smaller instrumental bells for my friends. I need to take one of my last Udu drums out to the show Friday night as see if I can sell it. It worked last time...
In other news, I split my pants a bit getting into my car on the way to work tonight; it was only in the upper-thigh area, so nothing to drive home and change about. There were some very stupid people out tonight; much more so than usual. "Oh, I don't know who that girl was who ordered that drink, I don't know why she was sitting here before and calling me her sister..." Sorry to assume that everyone who ordered together while all sitting together actually knew each other. If you people want free shit, stay home and drink. Or here's a concept: Being NICE to the people who make your coffee and fetch your grape vodkas = FREE SHIT. If you're always nice, no one would ever let you have anything sub-standard, and you get the occasional handout/discount. But if you are that douche-bag with the bluetooth headset and bad attitude, you can be sure that you will always be paying full price.
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