For those who aren't up on curmudgeon history, Space Rogue, who I lovingly call 'Sprog', and I go way back. Not like that, it wasn't romantic, it was purely a writer and tech editor relationship. The total bromance came years later. Pretty sure we sealed the deal over a meal in China Town last year. Or was that my desperate attempt to order a 'Purple Squirrel' from a bar that didn't want my money, not really sure.
Anyway, for X-mas this year, Sprog sent me a box of shit. It was so epic, so awesome, and so me, I didn't write it up until now because I didn't want anyone to miss out in the holiday clusterfuck. In fact, if 100 people don't acknowledge just how awesome this box is, I will have to start re-Tweeting it every day like a retarded rabbit.
Yes, he sent me wonderful paperwork, including this awesome sticker of squirrel and .. hey wait, that fucker sent my own sticker back to me! On the up side, if I want to go to a creepy amusement park and run the risk of ending up the plot of a CSI episode, I now have plenty of tickets. He was also very generous and sent me two gift cards! I have a strong feeling if I check the balances, I may come out with $1.32 between them. Hey, I am not complaining, that can buy me four tacos; it's Denver, I know which trucks to go to.
Last time we were in a dive bar, I asked Sprog about 'Ass Pirates'. Pretty
sure the booze hit him, as months later, he sent me literature on the
"Pirate Party of Massachusetts". It's OK though, my mails to
info AT asspirates.org have been answered promptly every time.
Most boxes of shit come with a whole bunch of ... well, shit. This box? Oh no, it broke the mold. In fact, after breaking the mold, it bent the mold over and sodomized it thoroughly. This box is pure awesome. Not only did it come with working crap, it came with practical working crap!
A wall mount bottle opener. This is perfect for the guy who didn't have one in his spare bedroom, and it gets installed tomorrow. That 'Apple Computer' pencil? Collector's item. That has to be worth more than Steve Jobs' diary, which I will return when I am done with it. The 'Blackberry Security' keychain? This is a perfect analogy as it is big, and only performs 3 functions, much like the average Crackberry device: opens beer, provides light, and organizes your keys. A green rubber light-up bouncy ball that says "Enterprise Security"! Now, when we're playing buzz-word bingo, I don't have to say it, I can just slap that against their noggin for double the enjoyment.
Look closely; notice the 32M SD card that has been run through the 'Sprog Enlarger Ray'? Don't ask what else he uses that on BTW. The value isn't in the 32M of porn storage, but the proof he has that technology. Actually, wonder if that will fit my Motorola Brick phone? Excalibur 4GB USB 2.0 storage thingy. Again, it isn't about 4GB of porn storage; it is about hitting the button and watching the USB plug flip out ninja-style. Next time I am in line getting groped by the TSA, I can use this as a surprise weapon to regain my dignity. The 'Griffin' thing at the bottom, I really don't know what that is, but is has buttons and a USB plug, so I know it is hot tech. The 1GB of RAM he sent? Hot shit, that will help better power my bunker computer which has no ties to the outside world. That thing is solid, a beast I tell you. The other USB device (notice a theme here?) from IBM looks like it will provide light, which is amusing as most things IBM only cast darkness over an organization. Oh, the floss you ask? That shit is valuable in jail, ask anyone. HNN shot glass? He's sending one a year, letting me build up to an entire set for when I have guests over. Sprog is considerate if nothing else.
And now... for the awesome. Words fail me, and only liberal amounts of booze can coax these meager words from me. I can finally take down the collage of @Indi303 pictures I have above my mantle, and replace them with something truly worthy. No more plotting to end Indi in a blaze of fruit loops and pickles, I now have something positive to guide me through life. My new shrine begins with this epic glass sculpture of a squirrel, pictured below in all of its glory. By tomorrow, my squirrel minions will be lining up to worship at this alter, leaving little gifts of shelled almonds, Keebler Club Minis, and commuters' spleens. This glorious squirrel-god will happily accept those offerings, and direct me how to proceed in pissing all over the security industry. Oh squirrel-god, please guide me...