Teh Squeaky Wheel
"I see another “bombshell” “game-changer” “pivotal moment” “changes everything” “Trump is done” moment has occurred courtesy of John Bolton. Odd, the timing of this, but there you go."
Happy New Year’s Eve Day, GN!
We’ve got a bunch of GA-legal fireworks left over from 07/04, so we’ll be having a wee bit of pyro fun later this evening.
Hope the O’Furnijurs are pleased with the way their float came out. (Wonder if it has an animatronic backhoe accidentally digging-up a power line accompanied by a carp-tonne of sparks. And perhaps the operator’s skeleton lighting-up in a cartoonish manner.) 👿
Sigh. Back to teh salt mines. Happy Monday, GN.
Well, at least there’s fresh salt air from the salt mines, right? Right?
Gag stolen from this number in “Silk Stockings”:
Happy Whatever-the-heck-Day this is, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, afternoon, evening, Fatwa, and Sven!
We got in at 3:00 a.m., then slept until 11:00 a.m. We finished our float, then went to work on the Chinese-American Heritage float (recreation of the driving of the Golden Spike). Six of us jumped on that float and cranked out a huge amount of coverage while other people stood around with their thumbs up their collective arses. We were finally stopped by the continued welding of new parts to the float in the areas we were working in. We also felt like, if the people who “belong” to this float aren’t in a rush, why should we be. We went back to our float to take some pictures without all the scaffolding surrounding it, then went home.
Fatwa -- yes, the float has an animated excavator that has dug up a utility line, with a resulting explosion (CO2) and sparks (sculpted). No, the operator’s skeleton does not light up -- that would be extremely difficult to achieve, while still covering everything in natural materials.
We also felt like, if the people who “belong” to this float aren’t in a rush, why should we be.
Mrs. Paddy and I are going out to dinner with some friends, this evening. This will be the first time that we’ve gone out to dinner on New Year’s Eve, since 1999/2000 (eating a picnic dinner while babysitting a Rose Parade float on the parade route doesn’t count).