just got off the phone with the cop from last night…talked with him for 20 minutes about his site and how much he hates his current web company. meeting with him tuesday for a needs analysis meeting….
Month: January 2009
fridge followup final
so as i mentioned the fridge disappeared, only a few pieces left….we all really cared for the fridge and appreciate the posts we were able to write about it but it’s better to have posted and lost then to have never posted at all.
in remeberance kelly built a cross to put in it’s place….but that was also absorbed by the ghetto a few days after placement, luckily we have pics…
here are her words
To commemorateÂ the fridgeâ€™s too-short time with us, I made a memorial cross, like the kind you see off I-10 where people have died in wrecks. Itâ€™s painted crackhore orange instead of white (of course) and decorated with Mardi Gras beads and fake flowers from St. Patrickâ€™s Day in anticipation of the upcoming Carnival season. The vertical piece is a metal piece from the fridge, and the horizontal piece is a stick I found outside â€¦ I stuck it in the ground this morning.
Weâ€™ve come full circle.
/canâ€™t liiiiiive if livinâ€™ is without yooooouâ€¦
BUT KEEP READING
the fridge was just one of the things left in kelly’s neighbor to rot away. there is a broken down lexus about 100 yards away that is going to become the crackhore lexus night time i get near it with a sharpie 😀 The back window has already been bashed out and it has a club on the steering wheel so i think the crackhore lexus might last a little bit longer then the fridge….
The owner (I assume) left a note on the driver side window asking thatÂ the carÂ not be towed. He/she also left two phone numbers. This car has been sitting on my street for around three weeks now, maybe longer. Wonder what the story is. I do know that that note wonâ€™t do a damn thing to deter a city worker with a tow truckâ€¦ but that probably wonâ€™t be a concern for a while.
a suspect fitting your description
ive done really well the last few years staying out of trouble.
i get drunk, i have fun, i pay my tab, no cops or anything.
so today i go downtown to get my haircut and i get off at my usual bus stop. i have on my usual garb, a black hoodie, the steve james jacket, camo pants, and the doc martins.
i’m listening to year zero, i’m probably about 50 yards from my apartment when i see a white blur out of the corner of my eye. oh, it’s a police car.
i look down the barrel of the officer’s guns when they say “put your hands on the hood”
being a good citizen, i comply.
all 6 pockets get dumped out on the squad car and they are immediately suspicious why im wearing a jacket with someone else’s name on it.
here we go…again.
the younger cop asks if i have any weapons. i mention the knife in the back right pocket. face goes down on hood of car and knife comes out. no, i don’t have any crack pipes or needles but after this day i wish i had some back in my apartment.
This is when it gets good.
The older cop asks what i do while the younger one finishes making sure i’m clear of weapons. I run ******** we build web sites. He asks if i’ve heard of **** web company, i say no. Apparently he runs a contracting business and he’s really unhappy about his current web company. He’s got a billion different contacts, one person for the logo, one person for the hosting, one person for the email.
So i’m laying there on the squad car going “yeah thats exactly what people love about us, it’s one person, don’t have to talk to someone in another country, just how we do it”
He pulls out one of his cop business cards and writes down the address of his web site and asks me to take a look at it and let me know what i would do to improve it.
The younger cop gives me back my knife and wallet and i walk back to my apartment. I immediately call kelly who immediately suggests i update.
I’m not going to stop wearing camo pants just because someone else is either.
I’ve been doing this for over 10 years, it’s a sign of web design and just because someone is breaking into cars and wearing camo pants doesn’t mean i should stop.
at the aqauarium
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The scoutmassa from memphis goes coding
And when he uploads, each one the clients he emails goes – ah
When he stumbles, hes like a web designer
That pukes so cool and sways so gentle
And when he uploads, each one the clients he emails goes – ah
(ooh) but I watch him so sadly
How can I tell him I love his sites
Yes I would give my money gladly
But each day, when he stumbles to the computer
He looks straight ahead, don’t pay me
sorta like the pyramids
yeah so the fridge is gone…we will never know what happened. i was really hoping it would make it until mardi gras so i could put beads on it and get another picture.
it will stay with our hearts, minds and blogs and we all wish it well on it’s journey to whereever it is now. i really thought that thing was going to be there for years…
kelly found a piece of it outside and kept it as a reminder.
turn around, everynow and then i get a little bit lonely and the fridge is not around 🙁
just like the pyramids
so just like the pyramids, the contiuing epic saga of the crackhore fridge continues.
just like boar called it weeks ago, somoene has came along and stripped the fridge of it’s copper. in today’s economic situation i’m a little pissed i didn’t strip it out after i tagged it.
anyway, who ever stole the copper out moved the fridge to the sidewalk. how christian of them.
fridge on the street corner
new orleans is a wonderful city full of magic and yeah whatever, it’s just a big fucking ghetto like everywhere else in the south.
across from kelly’s apartment someone abandoned a fridge, probably about a week before xmas…yeah it’s still there…just dumped…not on the sidewalk or on a corner, pretty much in the middle of the street. i’m so fascinated by this fridge, i don’t know how to even put it into words. i’m convinced that this thing is going to sit on the street for years.
anyway, i decided to kinda adopt the fridge.
omgwtfswede: update your site fucktard
you’re not my real dad and don’t have to do anything