The Home Office

Wait a minute... I never gave ES permission to be his own boss!

Wait a minute… I never gave ES permission to be his own boss!

Welcome to another dose of midweek visual enlightenment that we like to call Picture Day Wednesday here at The Nest.  In this week’s spin through the archive in search of a usable photograph to be submitted for your approval, I came across one that provides a behind the scenes look at the secret laboratory where all of this madness originates from…

Yes, the Letter People have taken over my nest.

Yes, the Letter People have taken over my nest.

A. My seven year old vintage (by technology standards) desktop where over 95% of my blogging activity has been generated and published from.  Hey, don’t knock the classics.  Sure, it runs the seemingly loathed Vista platform… but it never hounds me to upgrade to picture dayWindows 10!

B. Stack of important and unimportant papers, most of which are bill stubs or bank statements, that has been piling up for about three years since I last bothered to sort through them and add to one of my many hoarder boxes.  24th Century archaeologists will know exactly how much I paid for my electric bill in October 2013…

C. 52 ounce insulated mug from Quik Trip that gets filled at least twice a week with ice cold, refreshing fountain Pepsi (read: nectar of the gods).  You can tell your coffee to go get itself fucked without a filter…

D. Assorted chargers and USB cords for my two cameras.  Anytime I need one of the items in that slot, there is a 100% chance it will be tangled up with everything else and the whole works spills out onto my desk with it.

E. Cheap Mecca back-to-school writing implement holder filled to the brim with pens, most of which probably no longer work.  Don’t ask me why I keep it around…

F. Cat (felinus painintheassus) who always picks the most inconvenient moments to jump on my desk and bother my ability to create entertainment for the masses.

G. Medication that may or may not be vital to keep me alive, but is definitely vital to keeping caviar on the tables at the mansions of pharmaceutical CEO’s.

H. Well worn out computer desk that may collapse onto my lap at some point in the near future, giving the cat something to laugh at.

I. 10 year old cellphone that is only useful for occasionally making calls and as a paperweight.  And I like it like that…

Long live the orange Cingular Man!

Long live the orange Cingular Man!

I’ll be back next Wednesday with another mundane photo from the rubble of my secret lair…

About evilsquirrel13

Bored former 30-something who has nothing better to do with his life than draw cartoon squirrels.
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23 Responses to The Home Office

  1. ody & biskit ….waves two ewe both….hay, we gotta wunder if painintheassus is ree lated in any way ta stegosuaruz !! ??? 🙂 🙂 ♥♥♥

  2. My husband still has his Motorola Razor and refuses to update to a new phone. He even dug out my 14-year old metallic pink Razor from the depths of a drawer and cannibalized it for the battery. Love your felinus painintheassus – I have two of those units myself. 🙂

    • I was dragged into the world of regular cellphones kicking and screaming, and once the smartphone craze kicked off and I saw how people were reacting to it, I decided then and there I wanted no part of that! The best way to cute addiction is to never start, and keep the temptation away!

  3. Nice to see where the magic happens……….magic being your blog of course, not whatever happens when you mix all those “substances” on the top shelf together in that 52 oz. plastic drink container with the fountain Pepsi in it!


    • Luckily (or maybe unluckily for the felinus painintheassus), I sometimes take those pills all at once with the Pepsi, and there seems to be no reaction. Coke and Mentos it is not…

  4. Trisha says:

    You’re pretty organized! I also hoard all my old bills but I put them into the hoarder box right after paying them. I’m not sure what I’ll do when the box gets full. Maybe have a hobo fire in the back yard.

    I never thought I would say this but I kinda miss the days when my members of the felinus painintheassus family got on my desk and into my way! Now I just have Smarty laying right next to the wheels of my chair so I can’t move once I sit down.

    • You should see it on the rare occasions I have to find an old bill out of that pile (the hospital I get my biannual kidney X-rays at is very good at cashing my checks and not crediting my account). It is organized about the same way a landfill is. My fourth grade teacher (who was a flaming bitch if there ever was one!) would routinely dump out my messy desk in front of the whole class and make me straighten it up! I’m no more organized today…

      • Trisha says:

        I guess I am impressed that you know where your camera chargers are! Although my home office looks extremely neat and tidy, it has several Bermuda Triangle-like zones that swallow chargers and somehow obscure them from sight. It doesn’t help that I don’t always put them back in the same place.

        I always hated bitch teachers that would do things like that to kids in front of the whole class.

  5. Bradley says:

    I’ve been thinking about doing a post that shows my desk and surrounding area. Now I have to wait awhile so people don’t think I stole the idea from you. Then again, maybe I did

  6. Just to let you know, it’s safe to go back in the water. The “free update to Window 10” period is over and that annoying, nagging little Windows thingie is gone. Phew.

    Your desk compared to mine? Hah. I wouldn’t DARE show mine. I can barely bring myself to look at it when I’m alone. It’s frightening.

    • Well, until I finally end up having to get a new computer, Vista it will be. We’ll see how long I can make this creaking, groaning contraption last…

      I’d put my messy desk up against anyone’s…. especially since I often eat while I’m at the computer. The inside of my keyboard could probably feed a starving nation…

  7. Arlene says:

    Come and meet the Letter People, come and meet the whole family. Words are made of Letter People, A,B,C,D follow me!
    Yes, I watched this in first grade. I also watched it with my children when we home schooled. 🙂

  8. Merbear74 says:

    Wow, does that cellphone still work? Holy crap!

  9. draliman says:

    I think that’s the phone Shakespeare used to give his agent writing updates har-di-har har 🙂

    I still have Visa statements from 1988 which I keep meaning to shred… thanks goodness I don’t get bills for anything on paper any more, I’d be buried by now!

  10. Piglove says:

    I think this is totally awesome my friend. I think we should *all* take pictures of our desks to share what makes us percolate. Thanks for the blog idea. XOXO – Bacon
    P.S. Pepsi huh – shakes piggy head. I can understand your coffee comment. I can understand a lot of what you said but pepsi. I shutter to the COKE Gods. Snorts with piggy laughter.

    • I didn’t consider that, but it would be neat to see everyone’s work area! Run with it!

      You wouldn’t believe how devastated I was to learn Coke’s true status in the world when I moved into the internet age. You see, where I live, if you willingly choose Coke over Pepsi, people will look at you very strangely! I do like both, though… and as I once said, will even (gasp!) mix them together!

      • Piglove says:

        What?! OMP – I think mom actually hit the floor with a thud on that one. Mix them together. Shaking my piggy head. That is so sacrilegious for sure. And yep, I might just picture my desk one day soon like you did. That way everyone can see where the magic is made – snorts with piggy laughter. XOXO – Bacon

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