my new ally: bryson

so i showed my new blog to michael bryson and he thought it was pretty great. i think he was almost as sad as me to see the rubberband target go. i think he had grown pretty attached to it. until i talked to him today i was never able to look past my own affection for the rubberband target to see what it meant to other people. i know he was impressed with my rubberband shooting skill before i made the target. i mean he's never actually come out and said it but i could just tell, y'know? he once asked me where i learned to shoot rubberbands that well and i told him i just practiced a lot. i think that's what the rubberband target came to mean to him. it was like that picture of the person jogging up a hill and below it says "determination: is the key that unlocks the door to success" or something like that. for him the rubberband target was like a picture of me shooting a rubberband and below it it says "practice: it makes you better at things." or something like that but more dramatic. "practice: achieving your goals through whatever." i don't know. i can't think of an example right now. anyway. here's to you, michael bryson!

Quote of the Day:

"why did you do that? that was my favorite thing in the whole office!"

-frank to mike after witnessing mike tear the rubberband
target from the wall and throw it in the trash

pictures of my rubberband target

here are a couple of pictures of my rubberband target. i didn't have my camera with me but i was able to scan both sides of it. as you can see he really crumpled it up. there was a whole bunch of tape on too so it got super stuck together. i tried to just uncrumple it but it i couldn't do it without ripping it. oh and to add insult to injury, while i was rooting through the trash to find it so i could scan it, our executive producer came in and was like "um...what are you doing?" and when i explained it to her she just sort of looked at me for a second and then she goes, "grow up."

my "friend" mike is a serious dick.

so, a while back, during a particularly slow day at work, i made something that i thought was pretty cool. what i did was i found a large sheet of tissue paper (approx. 3'x 3'). then i used some white-out (approx. 2 bottles) to draw concentric circles resulting in a white on black bulls-eye. now, on it's own this is pretty f-ing cool but just wait, it get's better. i taped it up in the corner of my office between the wall and the door. this way, when the door was open it would fold up out of site. but when the door was closed it would fold out into THE ULTIMATE RUBBER BAND TARGET!!!!!
it was fucking fantastic. so i spent the rest of that week secretly shooting holes in my kick ass target. and it ruled. once i blasted a shit-ton of holes in it (yeah, about 97% were bullseyes) i took it down and showed it off to my coworkers. they were all really impressed, not just with my rubber band accuracy but also with my creativity and ability to take initiative. after all their ooohing and ahhhing they convinced me to hang it on the wall so it could continue to be enjoyed.
for months it hung on the wall just below the dry erase board. it made me really proud to have it displayed like that, to know that whenever anyone ventured into the storage room, they'd get to see my handiwork. i also thought it'd be pretty neat if years from now, after i had moved on to another job, new employees might see it and say, "hey what's that?" and someone who knew me would pass on the story of my rubber band target.
well, that's impossible now. mike tore it down today and threw it in the trash. he's a serious dick.