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honky cracker: Slow Graffiti
Way back when in 2002, when Rich said "hey, you should write something here" I had to come up with a name for all this.
My gut feeling was to go with "Slow Graffiti", which was my favorite song at the time. A Belle and Sebastian song. But you can't name your own shit after somebody else's song. That's just wrong.
But what if I did?
There's a portrait
In a back room,
Which I keep for days upon, which I relent
And gaze for hours on the muscle skin and bone of some
Imaginary friend
And then, holy crap, let's look atpost #2.
My reaction to Rich asking me to write on happyrobot was "holy crap, I;m about to catch a bus from Boston to the Cape to spend a week with my high school girlfriend,.. but hey! she was five years ago! And we;re NOW, this happyrobot... even though she was..five years ago.... and I'm going to her cottage.... now... but hey!" And I texted Rich the whole ride down to Woods Hole with what was essentially "Yes! I'm excited and want face time! I'm gonna be down on the Cape, but hey!"
"But Hey" meant I'd steal her dad's laptop and get on the chatbot with Liz. Hi Liz! Remember that? Probably not. I logged on as ChrisBugfromCC.
I do. It was my first day on Happyrobot. Or first night. They day I spent wading in the low-tide, grabbing mussels for appetizers
That was a pretty weekend. It was kind of the greatest. I showed up on HR for the first time. I spent a long weekend with my high school girlfriend and her parents at their Cape Code summer abode. Everything was fresh and new. Like the seafood.
It was all pretty great and pretty awesome and pretty fresh with stale love and fresh seafood.
Those were the days, weren't they?
Now here I am, on my last weekend. When the dust of the past six years have settled, I am going to walk into my own office for the first time ever. And I'll sit on that nice little chair and shut the door. Just for a minute, and just because I can. Because the chair is mine. The room is mine. The door is mine to close, and I'll praise the fact that I can. I'll take a minute to say to myself, "You know, you can be a real piece of crap sometimes. But you made it. And as much as you think you suck, you still beat it. You beat them. You beat you. And you're awesome."
