Turns out I’m working with a guy. I met him when I was busting up a Nipper-loving site.
He calls himself, Spindog, not Spin and then Dog, but Spindog. Laughs every time he says it.
I don’t exactly know if he is one of us and I’m not going to ask. I figure I just need keep my nose to the squeaky wheel and I’ll hear something.
Meanwhile, just hanging out waiting on approvals for my first two troll tackles or like I say, TTs.
Man, does that take forever. I mean it’s only a couple of sentences – what the fuck?
Back and forth back and forth – like a damn rocking chair going nowhere.
They finally sent the first one back but they redacted it – redacted is when they black stuff out for security.
When I told Spindog that, he hit the roof. Started cursing about five eyes – totally lit up.
I made a little joke about five eyes being better then one, but he just looked at me funny.
Meanwhile, he says I have to come up with a name. Why? He wouldn’t say.
I thought of Snarl, but my guy said no – always with the no, Spindog.
He said it would pigeonhole me. I said, what’s wrong with that – I am who I am?
He just looked at me funny again.
Then my sister calls and says I should come and live in Alberta with her.
I said to her: “You want me to move to NipperLand? The Dark Side?”
“Hey Big Boy, when’s the last time you made $15 an hour?”
She got me! I felt like I put my foot in my mouth and shot it.