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fuckin' plushies
Jun. 13th, 2004 06:16 pmSo I thought, swell, we get a holiday Friday, Mom wants to go to Target and buy mass paper goods, I'll take the disposa-cam in and get the plushie pics developed and put on disc and I can post the fuckers.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
It was good to get out of the house and give Mom a break from shouting, "Just plant him already!" at the TV, and we now have enough toilet paper rolls to build a decent fort in the basement. Targets 1-hour developing, however...well, when you hand them the envelope and they start using phrases like, "We've got a call into our tech, but he's in Omaha," you know it's gonna be more than an hour. And it was.
Saturday they rang up and chatted with Mom, this time using phrases like, "We're developing her pictures but right now I'm afraid they're stuck in the machine, tech, flammable, can't guarantee, etc. etc." Oh good. So I went in this morning and asked after them, and it's just not good when the manager comes out with the sort of expression on her face one uses when you're about to find out that it's time for Sparky to go away and live on a farm with other dogs where he can chase rabbits all day. Oh dear.
Four or five pictures survived, which I will try to scan tomorrow: Hellboy, Starfire, Hello Treebeard, and Broken Carrot. I am not happy, but better off than the person who lost her entire roll of Christian youth picnic photos. Whatever will she burn when she becomes a Wiccan in a few years?
One thing I've learned over the years: People completely freak out if you're nice to them when they've made a mistake. I wasn't charged for the developing (which you're damn right I wasn't gonna pay for) and was given a shiny new disposa-cam.
Art is a big fat pain in the ass.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
It was good to get out of the house and give Mom a break from shouting, "Just plant him already!" at the TV, and we now have enough toilet paper rolls to build a decent fort in the basement. Targets 1-hour developing, however...well, when you hand them the envelope and they start using phrases like, "We've got a call into our tech, but he's in Omaha," you know it's gonna be more than an hour. And it was.
Saturday they rang up and chatted with Mom, this time using phrases like, "We're developing her pictures but right now I'm afraid they're stuck in the machine, tech, flammable, can't guarantee, etc. etc." Oh good. So I went in this morning and asked after them, and it's just not good when the manager comes out with the sort of expression on her face one uses when you're about to find out that it's time for Sparky to go away and live on a farm with other dogs where he can chase rabbits all day. Oh dear.
Four or five pictures survived, which I will try to scan tomorrow: Hellboy, Starfire, Hello Treebeard, and Broken Carrot. I am not happy, but better off than the person who lost her entire roll of Christian youth picnic photos. Whatever will she burn when she becomes a Wiccan in a few years?
One thing I've learned over the years: People completely freak out if you're nice to them when they've made a mistake. I wasn't charged for the developing (which you're damn right I wasn't gonna pay for) and was given a shiny new disposa-cam.
Art is a big fat pain in the ass.
