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Trivial Pursuits => Sports & Leisure => Topic started by: Nabubrush on July 08, 2007, 03:02:35 pm
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I want this guy's job. (http://www.ericharshbarger.com/lego/desk.html)
I apologize if you've all seen this before.
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Fascinating that someone would stipulate such a thing in a contract.
At my one theatre job, I make contracts for other artists to sign on a regular basis, and I occasionally slip in an odd stipulation to see if the other person is actually reading what they are signing. Indeed they are not. The same artist has agreed to provide me with back masages on demand and come up with a dozen Haiku's honouring me. He is clearly not aware of this, but perhaps I will one day hold him to it.
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Fascinating that someone would stipulate such a thing in a contract.
At my one theatre job, I make contracts for other artists to sign on a regular basis, and I occasionally slip in an odd stipulation to see if the other person is actually reading what they are signing. Indeed they are not. The same artist has agreed to provide me with back masages on demand and come up with a dozen Haiku's honouring me. He is clearly not aware of this, but perhaps I will one day hold him to it.
Heh, smells...you rock so hard. CAN'D.
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I also contracted someone to "bring the funny" but he was teaching an improv class, and he did meet this demand.
I also contracted a lady to do an intro to performance workshop, her contract stipulating that she was to "show them the ropes!" and she said she seriously considered bringing a bag of ropes with her and just pointing at them. "There they are. The ropes. Enjoy."
The artist who works for me who I mentioned in the last post has an ethnic first name that rhymes with "cock." Since I already new from past contracts that he wasn't reading the contracts I made for him, I once made him a contract to "rock out with his (first name) out," but then came to my senses, remembered I was contracting him to make puppets with Gr.2's, shredded the contract and started again. I told him about it later, and he said he might get a t-shirt made with this on it, but just not wear it at the children's theatre. "You should. You should do that. You do rock out after all." "Cool. Will you make it for me?" "What? No! How much do you think I make here?"
It is all part of my denial that I am anybody's boss. That is what it is. I do not need therapy to see that.
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Whoa, good timing, I just went back and looked at a contract I am about to sign... no haiku or massages, it turns out, but I'm glad I checked.
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LEGO
DESK.
What the HELL, people?
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LEGO
DESK.
What the HELL, people?
I thought the desk was cool.
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I thought the desk was cool.
Thank you.
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I just have to wonder who this guy was, that he not only got this in his contract (although that could have just been ignorance) but that it actually got done. Whose balls did the eventual owner of that desk have in a vise?
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This is my favorite part:
Here are some facts about The Desk:
Yes, the top is bumpy -- studs up. I offered to make the top smooth, but the client specifically requested otherwise. Whatever.
Well of course he wanted the studs up. He wants to be able to build houses when he's at work.
Edit: also, Lego dude might want to talk to someone about this. (http://www.ericharshbarger.com/coins.html)
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This is my favorite part:
Well of course he wanted the studs up. He wants to be able to build houses when he's at work.
Edit: also, Lego dude might want to talk to someone about this. (http://www.ericharshbarger.com/coins.html)
Jesus Christ, dude. There are easier ways to make $9.82 over the course of two years.
Does the guy have a PDA where he tracks this shit? Damn.
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Keeping track of the coins doesn't seem too crazy for me, but he notes down the *time*. I'm kind of suprised it isn't to the second or something similarly obsessive.
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Hah, the funniest thing about that (to me) was I glanced down the list and thought, "Oh, weird, another Mama Goldberg's. I haven't thought of that place since college. I wonder where this one is?"
And it's not another one.
Fun fact: I know how to pronounce "Debardeleben."
Wow I Feel Old Fact: When I was in school, there were no Starbucks in the area.
EDIT: Kind of Creepy Coincidence Fact: One of the people in this guy's links page was best man at my sister's wedding.
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If I ever get a lego desk, I sure as hell don't want it glued together. I mean, using pieces of it to make other things would be half the fun.
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We used to build habitats for our gerbils out of Legos*. This is frought with negative consequences, and I cannot recommend it.
Fuck calling them LegoŽ bricks.
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Oh! Nibbled lego! Oh! Poopy lego! Nooooo!
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Me and my brothers once spent a summer (and all our money) constructing an almost perfect life size replica of my youngest brother (he was little at the time thankfully).
In a fit of rage, it was pushed down the stairs and it was not glued. It smashed into six pieces: head, arms, legs and torso. In the stupid way young teenagers do, I told my brother this is what would happen to him if he fell down the stairs, and it took him about a month before he would navigate the stairs without someone carrying him down.
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Me and my brothers once spent a summer (and all our money) constructing an almost perfect life size replica of my youngest brother (he was little at the time thankfully).
In a fit of rage, it was pushed down the stairs and it was not glued. It smashed into six pieces: head, arms, legs and torso. In the stupid way young teenagers do, I told my brother this is what would happen to him if he fell down the stairs, and it took him about a month before he would navigate the stairs without someone carrying him down.
Heartwarming story, Judy.
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Me and my brothers once spent a summer (and all our money) constructing an almost perfect life size replica of my youngest brother (he was little at the time thankfully).
In a fit of rage, it was pushed down the stairs and it was not glued. It smashed into six pieces: head, arms, legs and torso. In the stupid way young teenagers do, I told my brother this is what would happen to him if he fell down the stairs, and it took him about a month before he would navigate the stairs without someone carrying him down.
Horrifying AND hilarious. I'm not sure if I want to take away or give a tiny can.
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I have a little White-Stripes lego man that I made in 9th grade. He is cool, and has fallen several times... I would say that his shape has probably changed some over the years.
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I have a little White-Stripes lego man that I made in 9th grade. He is cool, and has fallen several times... I would say that his shape has probably changed some over the years.
I used to have a big Lego train set from the early 70s that my folks bought me when we were living in Japan. That would be pretty cool to have now.
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I have a cardboard box full of Legos, the product of countless accumulated basic sets. My wife tried to take it to school one day for her students to play with... I refused.
You can custom order specific Legos now. If that had been available when I was younger, I could've made something of my life.
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Cardboard boxes of Legos are associated with the strong odour of cat pee in my world. I can't fathom why the feline mind would find that environment relaxing, but there you go.
I also used to build environments for my mice out of Lego. On further reflection, that might explain the cats' interest in them.
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Ahhh, Legos. Judy, that story is hilarious. It's sad what kids believe, and even sadder what other kids will tell them.
I don't have any rodent/Legos stories. However, I just realized that Lennybruce knows what "you're gonna get CUDDLED!" means, because he runs away whenever I angle in to scoop him up for cuddles. I can't pick up Milan because he has a bad back, so Lenny has to pay most of the kittyrent.
Sorry, cat tangent. I do that a lot. Anyway, LEGOS!
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Cardboard boxes of Legos are associated with the strong odour of cat pee in my world. I can't fathom why the feline mind would find that environment relaxing, but there you go.
That happened to me as well. I don't know why, but at least three of our four cats peed in my legos at some point during my childhood. The ones we had later never did.
I still have those Legos. AND if I want to I can go buy legos and pay for them by the pound at Legoland. Unfortunately I live in an apartment and I no longer have a spare dining room table to build on. It's a shame -- I have epic plans. Someday I will dig up the pictures of my last installation that got dismantled in college.
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Oh! Nibbled lego! Oh! Poopy lego!
every time I read this, it makes me happy in some weird way.
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every time I read this, it makes me happy in some weird way.
Thank you. I was thinking of Phillipe when I wrote that.