mason flooded
scuse me... m just chocking down a nick's crispy tacos enchilada. got me one of them carnitas versions with sour creams, mmmm. go there, they're on polk and broadway in rouge.
quite frankly the weather outside is driving me in(sane). its cold, fucking cold, that SF cold that overwhelms the shitty forced air heating and makes your house temp go up and down like a yoyo. ansel, the landman around here was looking at my porch this morning and i commented that it was cold. in his crumdgeonly way he told me 'its fucking winter son'. so it is, so it is.
(remember that the last post was soooo boring. well on my way now to the same)
ok the point of all this is that i just dropped off a presentation at a friend's house and then went back to butter the fucker up with a little wine next to the presentation. it was already gone, maid musta grabbed it. why do i feel that i'm entitled to his money? i'm not, i'm just another muthafucka trying to build a web company with some otha joka and i'm sure he sees this crap all the time.
but seriously, you have a good idea, you build a good team, then you go out for the biggest reaming of your life. shit, i need to concentrate on building this thing, no time to waste, yet thats what all this feels like, a big waste. tons of time babysitting the printer, binding the damn presentations, then bending over at the post office to pay through the nose for shit thats probably gonna get there weeks later. i can't afford fricken fedex so i'm praying that my tax dollars are gonig to work this time.
is it a chicken and egg thing? i mean when someone says, 'i'd like to see what it looks like' and you have no money for develoipers, what do you do? i was thinking of a skit, freeform the thing. kind a do the world with us and then the poor deprived world without us.
awww c'mon, we're not asking for zillions here, just a small chundk to get off the ground.
i'll give you my right leg (fucking knee is useless anyway)
i like droning bloggers as much as i like stabbing myslef between my toes so i'll shut up now.
quite frankly the weather outside is driving me in(sane). its cold, fucking cold, that SF cold that overwhelms the shitty forced air heating and makes your house temp go up and down like a yoyo. ansel, the landman around here was looking at my porch this morning and i commented that it was cold. in his crumdgeonly way he told me 'its fucking winter son'. so it is, so it is.
(remember that the last post was soooo boring. well on my way now to the same)
ok the point of all this is that i just dropped off a presentation at a friend's house and then went back to butter the fucker up with a little wine next to the presentation. it was already gone, maid musta grabbed it. why do i feel that i'm entitled to his money? i'm not, i'm just another muthafucka trying to build a web company with some otha joka and i'm sure he sees this crap all the time.
but seriously, you have a good idea, you build a good team, then you go out for the biggest reaming of your life. shit, i need to concentrate on building this thing, no time to waste, yet thats what all this feels like, a big waste. tons of time babysitting the printer, binding the damn presentations, then bending over at the post office to pay through the nose for shit thats probably gonna get there weeks later. i can't afford fricken fedex so i'm praying that my tax dollars are gonig to work this time.
is it a chicken and egg thing? i mean when someone says, 'i'd like to see what it looks like' and you have no money for develoipers, what do you do? i was thinking of a skit, freeform the thing. kind a do the world with us and then the poor deprived world without us.
awww c'mon, we're not asking for zillions here, just a small chundk to get off the ground.
i'll give you my right leg (fucking knee is useless anyway)
i like droning bloggers as much as i like stabbing myslef between my toes so i'll shut up now.
posted by Thomas Payne at 4:46 PM
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