Haha...oh holy chirping chiapets, people. You won't believe what FINALLY appeared in my e-mail box yesterday. Yep, the purchase order from Cirque du Soleil for the rights to reproduce this mask:
I told![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rumdiculous that I'd have been less surprised if my neighbor's lawn gnome came walking through my front door looking for a cup of coffee.
*smooch* You're all so wonderful! Feels awesome to share good news with good people. :-)
I told
rumdiculous that I'd have been less surprised if my neighbor's lawn gnome came walking through my front door looking for a cup of coffee.Here's how my family reacted. These are the first words everyone spoke upon hearing the news.
Greg: "You're fucking kidding me!"
John: "No way!"
Nancy: "Get. Out."
Mom: "Go ON!"
Charlotte: "Hmm. Nice."
Char is by far the least blown away, but then I think she still had baby teeth when I first started dealing with Cirque.
Anyway it's all very cool and I am SORELY tempted to take the check and spend it on a long fat vacation on a warm beach someplace...but I know I can't. I'll end up paying off my debts because I'm a good monkey and I'm just wired that way. *sigh* Being an adult sucks. SUCKS!
It's sure going to look great in my resume though, eh? ;-)
Greg: "You're fucking kidding me!"
John: "No way!"
Nancy: "Get. Out."
Mom: "Go ON!"
Charlotte: "Hmm. Nice."
Char is by far the least blown away, but then I think she still had baby teeth when I first started dealing with Cirque.
Anyway it's all very cool and I am SORELY tempted to take the check and spend it on a long fat vacation on a warm beach someplace...but I know I can't. I'll end up paying off my debts because I'm a good monkey and I'm just wired that way. *sigh* Being an adult sucks. SUCKS!
It's sure going to look great in my resume though, eh? ;-)
In other news, not too much going on. I'm still working on Christmas-type stuff...mailing cards and gifts and such. I have NO idea what to send the family. We're kinda broke at the moment and I hate sending them stuff I made (I always feel like a kid offering a paper plate with dried macaroni glued to it...maybe some glitter sprinkled on. They've all got to be sick of getting stuff I made, and art is so subjective anyway. I hate assuming they love it).
I leave you all with this funny true Christmas story, which happened over the weekend. I decided for the first time in a few years to decorate the shrubs out front with those neat net lights...you just drape them around the shrubbery and they look pretty and orderly with a minimum of fuss. The shrubs, however, have grown significantly since the last time they received this treatment. After fussing with my meager light sets for an hour or so I came inside, disgusted, and said to Greg "I have to go buy more lights, because the ones I have look like postage stamps on a fat whore's boobs."
'Cause they really did. I bought more lights. My shrubs are plus-sized. Sign o' the times.
I leave you all with this funny true Christmas story, which happened over the weekend. I decided for the first time in a few years to decorate the shrubs out front with those neat net lights...you just drape them around the shrubbery and they look pretty and orderly with a minimum of fuss. The shrubs, however, have grown significantly since the last time they received this treatment. After fussing with my meager light sets for an hour or so I came inside, disgusted, and said to Greg "I have to go buy more lights, because the ones I have look like postage stamps on a fat whore's boobs."
'Cause they really did. I bought more lights. My shrubs are plus-sized. Sign o' the times.
*smooch* You're all so wonderful! Feels awesome to share good news with good people. :-)
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