beaker
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Well, the impossible has happened, and after all this time I finally have a J-O-B! Yes, the de facto psuedo MC empiracle thought kid is now the new stock room heirophant on the fabled second floor of Pottery Barn. Ornate minimalistic furniture and dinner ware hand crafted from the Southern tip of Tuscany complimenting the architectural backbone of Metropolitain retail...with the sweet concerto of a Bach cello piece hushing over the incandescent illumination on the sales floor. Like the fleeting primitive mad scribblings from a 17th century Indonesian pirate, these are truly those rare moments out of time. Of fractal dreaming and high society, these Medeterranean wicker baskets and Italian armoire's are all that stands between us and total oblivion...with one lone visionary stock boy on the entropic desert sands of ones and zeroes...sleeping, dreaming...into the throat of the universe, meticulously slashing away at the fabric of time itself.
I got a real kick out of the new employee safety video. In one segment, a guy is standing in front of an exit, saying "And remember, make sure to have the exits clear from boxes and debris. You never know what could be behind the door, be it an entrance to the back of the mall, parking lot, or garage"(and under my breath I said "or a portal to another demention!)
I guess that goes back to my ol joke about Al Roker in a second story Manhattan Pottery Barn on the eve of the apocalypse.
*sigh* But that's for another time folks.
I got a real kick out of the new employee safety video. In one segment, a guy is standing in front of an exit, saying "And remember, make sure to have the exits clear from boxes and debris. You never know what could be behind the door, be it an entrance to the back of the mall, parking lot, or garage"(and under my breath I said "or a portal to another demention!)
I guess that goes back to my ol joke about Al Roker in a second story Manhattan Pottery Barn on the eve of the apocalypse.
*sigh* But that's for another time folks.