What the hell. You mean I can't just stack the bricks like building blocks? I have to cement them together ... with real cement? Jesus, this is harder than I thought. Maybe I'll do the ditch-digging instead. That sounds easy.
Oh, hi. Just having a little tête-a-tête with my vocational guidance counselor. Sure, I know what you're thinking - I'm a little long in the tooth to start a new trade, right? Well, if tooth length had anything to do with it, I might try dentistry. No, this is just another of those exercises Big Green runs through from time to time when we're trying to find our asses with both hands. It's kind of an experiment in anarcho-syndicalism, but don't tell the magistrate - it's only the 10th and we've got a dozen demerits already this month.
As you know, Big Green is not a company, not a partnership, not a corporation ... not even a non-profit (though we certainly have the financial means to be a non-profit ... meaning we don't make any profit). We are a musical collective, all for one and one for all. So by necessity, we have to share the burden of work that no one particularly likes to do. You know, work that SHOULD be done by a ROBOT if we HAD such a convenience .... MARVIN. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) decided to take a week in the Seychelles. I didn't know he had the shekels for that little junket, but apparently he's been saving up.
Okay, so we live in this crumbling hammer mill, see? And it's mostly made out of bricks and mortar, see? In fact its hey-day was in the 1930s and 40s, when people ended most of their sentences with "see", see? Nyah. Well, it needs some patching done here and there, and well ... I was last pick, just like with the basketball teams in gym class. So it was off to the brickyard to get some of their wares, then back here to start patching, only to return to the brickyard because I forgot to buy cement, then got all the way back before realizing that the bags of concrete I bought were dry powder, not some kind of play-dough like substance. THAT's when I started thinking about digging those ditches.
Well, there' s a lot a man like me can do. But most of it involves sleeping. Zzzzzzzzz.....