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This thing happened a few days ago.

You see, I have been at my job for four and a half years, and in that time, I have been disappointed that there is no butter at lunch.

There is butter in the morning, in big tubs, that you can spread on your toast or bagel or whatnot. I appreciate the bit where it is conserving waste to have butter in big tubs, but I do not appreciate the inability of grown adults to keep crumbs and/or jelly and/or peanut butter out of the butter.

But at lunch, the tubs are gone. I have often lamented the lack of butter on baked potato days, and occasionally at other times, when I am eating something that would be nice with a little additional butter.

I have even thought about writing a letter to the cafeteria, but they still have not implemented my suggestions from my last letter, where I asked if we could get wraps with sticky rice, spinach, peanuts and satay sauce as a lunch option. (I just really like wraps with sticky rice in them). I sent that back in 2009 and they replied in the affirmative and said they would add it to the rotating menu, but it never happened.

Anyway, I've always been perplexed by this lack of butter available at lunch.

Until this week.

When I found out where they kept the butter.

At lunch, they have your typical foil-wrapped pats of butter. I was, I must confess, looking for cheese. They usually have shredded parmesan out with the salad bar condiments, and I wanted to put some in my corn chowder (because that would be delicious). But I couldn't find it. In peering around, I discovered that, in the small refrigerator where they keep the yogurt, was a basket of butter pats.

BUTTER PATS.

So I put three (this is important later) in my pocket and joyously purchased my soup, intending to butter my soup.

BUTTER MY SOUP.

I went upstairs, and put two pats of butter in my soup. I frowned, thinking that I had put three pats of butter in my pocket, but when I fished around, I couldn't find any more.

I had delicious buttered soup.

Then, a couple of hours later, I went to the ladies' room.

And on my walk over, I put my hand in my pocket.

And also into a squooshy lump of melted butter.

I don't know if I was just that un-thorough about my search for the last pat, or if it had dematerialized and re-materialized just to taunt me, but suddenly I had a hand full of delicious butter.

Which I licked off, like all good people should.

Anyway, that is my butter story. The renewed commitment to unfucking my lifestyle is working well: I actually managed to leave the distillery at 10, and that was with all my work done, after pausing for a visit, and after having some delicious dinner. Dave has an intern! Who makes Irish stew! And Dave made some glorious fried potatoes, so good.

I got home, watched an episode of Mad Men (I was three behind, so now I am two behind), and spent the last half-hour of the night cleaning out my drawers and forcing a massive purge. I made myself a rule that if the drawer didn't close, I had to get rid of stuff, and that worked well. I got through two drawers, tee shirts and pajamas. I realized that I pretty much never get rid of pajamas. I actually have pajamas that are more than ten years old. Which is great, except people keep buying or giving me new ones or I keep getting ones free from work. I just...I don't think I've ever actually purchased pajamas for myself. Except now that I say that, I can remember doing it. Let me amend: the last time I purchased pajamas for myself was in 2003. And I never wear them! I mostly sleep in just panties, or naked! So it seems silly to waste all that space with jammies.

I do sometimes wear pajamas around the apartment when I'm cleaning, and when I have guests or am a guest, so I did keep some. But I put a lot in the giveaways. And now the drawer closes.

I went to bed, set my new sleep cycle thingybob, and fell to sleep. I woke up WITHOUT the sleep cycle thingybob a full hour early. And felt fully awake and ready to get up. So I did my bottoms drawer, and then I cleaned out the baskets where I keep hair supplies, and re-organized them. And then got showered and dressed and went to work.

The UFYH philosophy suggests making your bed every morning. I keep forgetting to do that, but it is definitely helping me get through a bunch of tasks that definitely needed to be done.

Yay!
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This thing happened a few days ago.

You see, I have been at my job for four and a half years, and in that time, I have been disappointed that there is no butter at lunch.

There is butter in the morning, in big tubs, that you can spread on your toast or bagel or whatnot. I appreciate the bit where it is conserving waste to have butter in big tubs, but I do not appreciate the inability of grown adults to keep crumbs and/or jelly and/or peanut butter out of the butter.

But at lunch, the tubs are gone. I have often lamented the lack of butter on baked potato days, and occasionally at other times, when I am eating something that would be nice with a little additional butter.

I have even thought about writing a letter to the cafeteria, but they still have not implemented my suggestions from my last letter, where I asked if we could get wraps with sticky rice, spinach, peanuts and satay sauce as a lunch option. (I just really like wraps with sticky rice in them). I sent that back in 2009 and they replied in the affirmative and said they would add it to the rotating menu, but it never happened.

Anyway, I've always been perplexed by this lack of butter available at lunch.

Until this week.

When I found out where they kept the butter.

At lunch, they have your typical foil-wrapped pats of butter. I was, I must confess, looking for cheese. They usually have shredded parmesan out with the salad bar condiments, and I wanted to put some in my corn chowder (because that would be delicious). But I couldn't find it. In peering around, I discovered that, in the small refrigerator where they keep the yogurt, was a basket of butter pats.

BUTTER PATS.

So I put three (this is important later) in my pocket and joyously purchased my soup, intending to butter my soup.

BUTTER MY SOUP.

I went upstairs, and put two pats of butter in my soup. I frowned, thinking that I had put three pats of butter in my pocket, but when I fished around, I couldn't find any more.

I had delicious buttered soup.

Then, a couple of hours later, I went to the ladies' room.

And on my walk over, I put my hand in my pocket.

And also into a squooshy lump of melted butter.

I don't know if I was just that un-thorough about my search for the last pat, or if it had dematerialized and re-materialized just to taunt me, but suddenly I had a hand full of delicious butter.

Which I licked off, like all good people should.

Anyway, that is my butter story. The renewed commitment to unfucking my lifestyle is working well: I actually managed to leave the distillery at 10, and that was with all my work done, after pausing for a visit, and after having some delicious dinner. Dave has an intern! Who makes Irish stew! And Dave made some glorious fried potatoes, so good.

I got home, watched an episode of Mad Men (I was three behind, so now I am two behind), and spent the last half-hour of the night cleaning out my drawers and forcing a massive purge. I made myself a rule that if the drawer didn't close, I had to get rid of stuff, and that worked well. I got through two drawers, tee shirts and pajamas. I realized that I pretty much never get rid of pajamas. I actually have pajamas that are more than ten years old. Which is great, except people keep buying or giving me new ones or I keep getting ones free from work. I just...I don't think I've ever actually purchased pajamas for myself. Except now that I say that, I can remember doing it. Let me amend: the last time I purchased pajamas for myself was in 2003. And I never wear them! I mostly sleep in just panties, or naked! So it seems silly to waste all that space with jammies.

I do sometimes wear pajamas around the apartment when I'm cleaning, and when I have guests or am a guest, so I did keep some. But I put a lot in the giveaways. And now the drawer closes.

I went to bed, set my new sleep cycle thingybob, and fell to sleep. I woke up WITHOUT the sleep cycle thingybob a full hour early. And felt fully awake and ready to get up. So I did my bottoms drawer, and then I cleaned out the baskets where I keep hair supplies, and re-organized them. And then got showered and dressed and went to work.

The UFYH philosophy suggests making your bed every morning. I keep forgetting to do that, but it is definitely helping me get through a bunch of tasks that definitely needed to be done.

Yay!

Max

Sep. 30th, 2012 09:53 pm
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Max is another one of the guys at Industry City Distillery. He is also a salmon fisherman! He is pretty much awesome, as you can probably surmise from the following conversation:

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

Max

Sep. 30th, 2012 09:53 pm
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Max is another one of the guys at Industry City Distillery. He is also a salmon fisherman! He is pretty much awesome, as you can probably surmise from the following conversation:

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

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I got my Industry City Distillery business cards this week.



FINALLY! This has been a work in progress for a while because we went back and forth a lot on what the right titles to put on my card would be.


This is what I ended up with:



Yes, you read that right (if it is large enough to read). The last thing on my card says “comics.” Which, to be fair, I have drawn a couple of comics about the distillery. Still, it begged the question:



To be fair, Dave spends the most time around me separate from everyone else, so he’s getting victimized in comic form so far, but I’m running into the difficulty that when all the people you draw are little circles with eyes, and you work with five bearded gents, I need to make them look dissimilar enough that people can follow what is going on. I’m working on it! I have several pages in my sketchbook full of doodles right now.

more comic under the cut! )

Yup, I’m not going to have fun with this or anything.


Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

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I got my Industry City Distillery business cards this week.

FINALLY! This has been a work in progress for a while because we went back and forth a lot on what the right titles to put on my card would be.

This is what I ended up with:

Yes, you read that right (if it is large enough to read). The last thing on my card says “comics.” Which, to be fair, I have drawn a couple of comics about the distillery. Still, it begged the question:

To be fair, Dave spends the most time around me separate from everyone else, so he’s getting victimized in comic form so far, but I’m running into the difficulty that when all the people you draw are little circles with eyes, and you work with five bearded gents, I need to make them look dissimilar enough that people can follow what is going on. I’m working on it! I have several pages in my sketchbook full of doodles right now.

Yup, I’m not going to have fun with this or anything.

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

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I don’t know if I have an excuse. Maybe I was tired. Maybe I was cold. Maybe I was running late. Maybe it was dark. Maybe I was carrying a really big bag.

But here’s what I noticed, while walking across my office floor, after I had been at work for about an hour and fifteen minutes:

SOMETHING WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?

In my defense, they are technically the same shoe with a different “style” so the soles and heels are identical and they FEEL identical?

…But that’s a pretty weak defense.

Fortunately, I had actually packed a different pair of shoes to wear for New Year’s, so I put those on:

WIN.

The only trouble here, as I sit at my desk ruminating about the end of the day, is trying to decide whether to wear the mismatched but comfortable shoes to commute, or the matching but not really conducive to carrying heavy luggage full of booze.

MY LIFE IT IS A COMEDY OF ERRORS.

<3

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

teaberryblue: (Default)

I don’t know if I have an excuse. Maybe I was tired. Maybe I was cold. Maybe I was running late. Maybe it was dark. Maybe I was carrying a really big bag.

But here’s what I noticed, while walking across my office floor, after I had been at work for about an hour and fifteen minutes:

SOMETHING WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?

In my defense, they are technically the same shoe with a different “style” so the soles and heels are identical and they FEEL identical?

…But that’s a pretty weak defense.

Fortunately, I had actually packed a different pair of shoes to wear for New Year’s, so I put those on:

WIN.

The only trouble here, as I sit at my desk ruminating about the end of the day, is trying to decide whether to wear the mismatched but comfortable shoes to commute, or the matching but not really conducive to carrying heavy luggage full of booze.

MY LIFE IT IS A COMEDY OF ERRORS.

<3

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

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Ugh, it's been another week of being too busy compounded by sick to get around to saying the things I want to tell you!

If any of you are free tonight, there is a party at SIX PM at Bloomingdale's celebrating the new release of the Beetle Bailey and Popeye fashion line!

I'll also be spending a lot of this weekend at Comic-Con Booth #1259 with the Bloomingdale's and King Features folks! It will be a blast!

Anyway, Bloomingdale's 59th street store, TONIGHT, 6 pm, on the Young Men's Floor. Please join me if you are free!



teaberryblue: (Default)
Ugh, it's been another week of being too busy compounded by sick to get around to saying the things I want to tell you!

If any of you are free tonight, there is a party at SIX PM at Bloomingdale's celebrating the new release of the Beetle Bailey and Popeye fashion line!

I'll also be spending a lot of this weekend at Comic-Con Booth #1259 with the Bloomingdale's and King Features folks! It will be a blast!

Anyway, Bloomingdale's 59th street store, TONIGHT, 6 pm, on the Young Men's Floor. Please join me if you are free!



teaberryblue: (Default)
Ugh, it's been another week of being too busy compounded by sick to get around to saying the things I want to tell you!

If any of you are free tonight, there is a party at SIX PM at Bloomingdale's celebrating the new release of the Beetle Bailey and Popeye fashion line!

I'll also be spending a lot of this weekend at Comic-Con Booth #1259 with the Bloomingdale's and King Features folks! It will be a blast!

Anyway, Bloomingdale's 59th street store, TONIGHT, 6 pm, on the Young Men's Floor. Please join me if you are free!



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Sometimes, I will be sitting around chit-chatting with people and maybe [info]liret will say to me, “Hey, Tea, that comics tribute thing you’ve been working on is on the front page of CNN

And then I forget that I have not been telling you all enough about my life lately, mostly because I’ve been so busy, doing things like building a site, where, tomorrow at midnight EST, I’ll be posting the work of close to 100 syndicated newspaper cartoonists who were part of our project to pay tribute to the 10th anniversary of 9/11

I am really proud of this as a New Yorker and as someone whose life was profoundly affected by the events of that day, both emotionally and physically.

If you pick up a paper that carries comics on Sunday anywhere in the US, you will see cartoonists from all over the world recalling their memories of that day, thanking our firefighters and police and military men and women for their service, paying respects to those who died, and contemplating how we have changed and grown since that day. The variety of voices and messages is pretty astounding– it’s almost a hundred different people who volunteered to take part.

I spent the past few weeks working on this project, and I’ve seen every comic in the collection. A lot of them made me cry.

On the website, there are also links to the five museums who will be showing exhibits of some of the work from this project. You should try to catch it one of the shows if you are in NYC, Washington, DC, Pittsburgh or San Francisco, or pick up a newspaper this Sunday, even if you’re not in the habit.

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

teaberryblue: (Default)

Sometimes, I will be sitting around chit-chatting with people and maybe [info]liret will say to me, “Hey, Tea, that comics tribute thing you’ve been working on is on the front page of CNN

And then I forget that I have not been telling you all enough about my life lately, mostly because I’ve been so busy, doing things like building a site, where, tomorrow at midnight EST, I’ll be posting the work of close to 100 syndicated newspaper cartoonists who were part of our project to pay tribute to the 10th anniversary of 9/11

I am really proud of this as a New Yorker and as someone whose life was profoundly affected by the events of that day, both emotionally and physically.

If you pick up a paper that carries comics on Sunday anywhere in the US, you will see cartoonists from all over the world recalling their memories of that day, thanking our firefighters and police and military men and women for their service, paying respects to those who died, and contemplating how we have changed and grown since that day. The variety of voices and messages is pretty astounding– it’s almost a hundred different people who volunteered to take part.

I spent the past few weeks working on this project, and I’ve seen every comic in the collection. A lot of them made me cry.

On the website, there are also links to the five museums who will be showing exhibits of some of the work from this project. You should try to catch it one of the shows if you are in NYC, Washington, DC, Pittsburgh or San Francisco, or pick up a newspaper this Sunday, even if you’re not in the habit.

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

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About where is work and where is the weekend.

Look what I took to work in my purse today!




Let's get some dirt and plant some radishes!
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About where is work and where is the weekend.

Look what I took to work in my purse today!




Let's get some dirt and plant some radishes!
teaberryblue: (Default)
About where is work and where is the weekend.

Look what I took to work in my purse today!




Let's get some dirt and plant some radishes!
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For those of you in the New York area, on Thursday night, I’ll be moderating a panel at MoCCA, called “The Humor Behind Six Chix

You can read more about it here!

Joining me will be Rina Piccolo, whom you know from our jam comics if not from her other awesome amazing comics, Isabella Bannerman, and Anne Gibbons, who, together, make up three of the Six Chix.

They will be talking about the syndicated comic they create together (one cartoonist per day of the week, with Sundays alternating). They are three awesome ladies, and you should definitely stop by.

The event will start at 7pm on Thursday. If you are a MoCCA member, it is free. It is $5 for non-members. Do drop in!

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

teaberryblue: (Default)

For those of you in the New York area, on Thursday night, I’ll be moderating a panel at MoCCA, called “The Humor Behind Six Chix

You can read more about it here!

Joining me will be Rina Piccolo, whom you know from our jam comics if not from her other awesome amazing comics, Isabella Bannerman, and Anne Gibbons, who, together, make up three of the Six Chix.

They will be talking about the syndicated comic they create together (one cartoonist per day of the week, with Sundays alternating). They are three awesome ladies, and you should definitely stop by.

The event will start at 7pm on Thursday. If you are a MoCCA member, it is free. It is $5 for non-members. Do drop in!

Mirrored from Antagonia.net.

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