Congratulations, readers! We made it! This is the last one. Tomorrow I have to repack all this mess and with BioShock 2 in my PS3 right now, I really doubt I’ll have time.
This last pic is my carry on.The whole thing about this series was borne of my anger towards that stupid fuck terrorist with his misguided, lonely, manipulated brain thinking that killing people in the name of religion and politics was a good idea. I’m hoping you get the title of this post.
While my anger towards the people who have marred travel (possibly?) forever, there are others who piss me off. I’ve learned through many other people’s experiences that you don’t pack expensive things in your bag. It’s a sad fact that there are bad apple baggage handlers, much like any...
I’m a bit late in posting something today due to a 10 hour Social Media meeting where we bantered words like “Cool Beans” and “viral” and every reforming of verb for the word “tweet”.
I’m home now and I want to talk to you about underwear! I am bringing enough for the two weeks plus a few emergency pair. Also a pair of boxers to keep by the bed (because I hate housecoats or P.J.s) just in case there’s a knock on the door etc. But this pic is all about the Star Wars underwear that SharkBoy found for me. You can see below that Mark Hamil and his blaster are perfectly positioned right over my goods. And look how good Harrison Ford and Carrie Fisher look! Timeless!
Also, you can see my… Wait. What was that?
Someone...
We got our dry cleaning back this weekend and it came to about $50. Spoiler alert: there was quite a bit – a couple suits and these shirts which, for $0.20 extra, some lovely person pressed and folded for us. And then wrapped it in a bag like it was some sort of Happy Meal to go for adults.
You can tell I rarely ever use dry cleaning services.
I think the last time I seriously did was when I was wearing Le Chateau bolero coats from the 80s. No. No pictures survived, my friends.
Tonight I’m over at Da’s after work to help him sell his beige and green wool carpet on Craigslist. And free dinner. Yay!...
My stats are low so I’m posting some gratuitous skin shots: Ties!
Do you like how I’m squeezing my boobies in and taking the shot from below a bit to make myself look hunky? To quote Silence of the Lambs:
I’d do me!...
This is what SharkBoy is bringing. He thinks he can get 20 pairs of underwear, dress shoes, undershirts, socks, shorts, pants, new shaving kit (don’t be jealous, StevieB, it’s a PUMA night bag), t-shirts, shoes, water shoes and a couple suits all in that. So naive.
I’m seriously considering onboard laundry....
Last of the short-hicans! This is the last short shot you’ll see for this feature. This time next week we’ll be wandering NYC a day in advance of our departure.
In fact, I need to call Porter to see exactly how much I can bring without incurring extra charges. I suspect I started this venture a week too early. Expect next week to be individual shots of underwear. Meh. I can pad this out for another seven days. Just watch.
Last night my husband broke the no-spending rule and got me District 9 on Blue Ray. Bless. Oddly enough the second time around I was on the edge of my seat at the end, moreso than at the theatre. I’m looking forward to his next movie, whatever that is. I loved the non-cammo design of the weapons and the particular nod to Half Life games with the...
More Old Navy cheapo finds. Perfect for those relaxed dining outfit nights.
My dear friends we have only one week left. What shall you do in my absence?
I was going to turn on RoboBlogger but the last time I did that you people hated his “In Your Face” attitude and rock and roll attitude. I may leave Shelly in charge so she’ll just rant about movies. That might not be too bad. Whatever I choose, though, dear reader, rest assured I will not leave you alone while I sip fruity drinks and take clandestine pictures of fat people....
I wish I could put “feel” up on the web. This shirt is one of the softest cotton shirts I own.
To be honest I didn’t break in or buy this shirt. It was given to me by an ex-boyfriend of my father’s best friend who died a couple years back. I do miss his energy. I think of him every time I wear one of his shirts (I got about 10 of them!) and I like to think some of his gregarious energy washes off onto me. If ever I get scared of the future or my career or any stupid things like that, I think of him and how he survived a botched jewel theft, heart surgery and multiple career shifts and think that if he could do it so effortlessly, I can too. He really was an inspiration and a model of success due to hard work and determination....
Plaid for those causal dinners…
A few months ago I got a call from an agent with a concern for an ad I had just created and sent out over the email database. It was an ad displaying our tours to the Middle East – I used an image of the Hassan II Mosque in Casablanca, largest mosque in Morocco, third largest in the world:
“You used a mosque in your ad…”
“Yes,” I say.
“I think some agents might take offense using a religious building in an ad.”
I sigh a little, die a little inside and say thank you, I will take that into consideration. Click goes the phone.
Today a manager wanted me to create a press release for a new hire with expressed desire to use a picture of the new guy on an elephant during his trip to Africa. Thing is, the...
I guess this is the closest I’ll get to a floral print. I mean it is floral, but it’s not goofy loud. I like this print a lot. It’s graphically gay.
Today in a 4 hour long meeting, as three managers battled over the necessity of whether or not two web form elements needed to be “mandatory” or not, I didn’t get frustrated or angry at all. No. Not one iota. Instead I went to my happy place: I thought about the second day on the ship where I plan to just wander, take goofy pictures and eat stuff that doesn’t move. I thought about the Friday night before the trip where I repack this mess (yes, I will have to figure out where that helmet is going) as SharkBoy and I put on a concert DVD of our choice. The concert DVD is pretty much a welcome tradition...
Intimate friends will know that for two “sessions” running I used this same shirt for my passport, drivers license and Health Card identification photo. The first year it happened, it was an utter fluke – I just happened to wear it on the various days I updated my IDs. The second ’round I made a point of wearing it for each new ID shoot.
Unfortunately the rules changed and since then they only use chin to top of head cropping so not much is showing in new photos. The shirt, however is one of my faves since it’s achieved this level of soft worn comfort that takes years to get to. C’est la vie...
You knew this was inevitable.
Like Chekhov says (the playwright, not the navigator) “If you mention a cruise of fatty loud obnoxious people, then it stands to reason there will be loud obnoxious shirts.”
I’m paraphrasing.
Here’s my first one: actually it’s Roots so don’t go all “Oh lordy Dead Robot! Where in hell did you find that shirt!?”
I never understood why vacation shirts have such a bad rap. Or why they’re “cliche” if they’re a bit flashy. Personally I would love to dress like this all the time but thankfully I married into good taste. He allows me to wear this only on vacation – I like it because it looks like pj tops.
And by the way, PJ tops or bottoms out in public is as stupid as having your jeans...
Ooo The days are flying by, aren’t they? We’re 10 business days away from vacation! Woot! 1.5 weekends to go! Two laundry sessions!
As a very special episode of WITS? I’m giving you, my dear followers, a five-fer: Five shots of the caps I’m bringing! Clicking them makes them explode big in your eyes!
Hair of the Dog Pub. One of my long time fave. No real memories, just like the faux-Brit drinking (and hirsute womanly) implications.
Toy Machine! With the Chuck Jones-esque logo! Lookit me mange tout le Half Pipe, dudes!
My Survivor Cap. Nothing says subjugated Caribbean island poverty like a big TV show coming in and feeding the natives!
Apple. Just because I want people to think (of me) different.
I … uhm… It’s a...
Another pair of shorts.
I’ve looked at all the shorts I’m bringing and I don’t know why this has happened but most of them have holes in the front pockets. Looks like I’ll be sewing this weekend. I guess I rub my thighs a lot when I walk or something.
I think I’m going to video myself walking to see how I walk. I wonder if I walk like “a gay” or if I walk like I’ve got a rod far up my butt…...
We are now 2/3rds through our little journey my friends. 15 days before our trip. Can I complete this venture without busting past my weight or suitcase limits? Can I? Huh?!?
My second pair of swimtrunks. Roots. SharkBoy *strongly* suggested I buy them, and I didn’t protest much (the skimpy square cuts that I use to wear to the campground will NOT be coming with – I don’t want to be compared to a beached whale or a German tourist).
That being said, I’ve always felt that men’s swim trunks are utterly sexist compared to bikini-wear women are subjugated to… uh… wear. Men’s, in comparison are generally long in the leg, baggy and utterly sexless and I say “whatup wit dat?” (I do… just like that). I have no clue how this came...
These are my shorts I’ll be wearing to the gym/running track on the ship. I think I could have included these with Day Twenty Two – with the running shirt. I’ve had these shorts for at least 15 years and I don’t know if I could stomach throwing them out. I got them from Rob – the gymnast I use to hang with when I was 40 lbs lighter and working at a gym. Meh. I could have added them but I have a feeling I may crap out of stuff to post before we leave! I’m all about content here at Dead Robot Heavy Industries.
Speaking of content, did you notice the new Dead Robot Shirt, over there to your right? Buy lots. I need to have some pocket money for the Blackjack tables. Originally it was a design for Evil Panda but I’ve modified it slightly for my own...