I've been scanning a ton of old pictures into my computer so I can get rid of all the photo albums. I know some people like to waste space with actual pictures, but I'm all for getting rid of them and keeping them on my computer.
But now I have a pile of old pictures that I have no use for! What do you do with old pictures? I feel kinda weird throwing them out.
Instead, I figured I would shred them. But again, is it mean to shred all my family and friends? I don't want to insult anybody.
I guess I could donate them to somebody. Perhaps there is a person who has no pictures of friends or family and they could use mine. Maybe in some poor country with no cameras. I could be their fake brother.
I think I'll just shred them. If you feel a sharp pain, that might be me shredding you. In the shredder-machine. Not shredding you with awesomeness. Even though I've been known to do that, too.
I'm off to shred it up.
Enjoy Everything.
-DJ
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Thursday, October 7, 2010
Monday, November 9, 2009
the shredder
Here's a lesson for ya...don't put things on paper shredders unless you want them shredded.
I know it seems simple, but it's a lesson that I, and my bag, had to learn the hard way. Some of you may know that I always have a large bag with me. Call it a man-bag, murse, purse, messenger bag...whatever...it's always with me. I like to have stuff with me all the time.
This bag has two straps that will hook onto the top flap so I can seal the bag. At least, it USED to have two straps. Now it has a strap and a stump.
I put my bag on one of those big paper shredders and it started to eat my bag. It was quite dramatic.
Shredder: GRRRRRRRRR! (eating my bag)
Me: NO!!!!! Let go of my bag your multi-toothed monstrosity!
Shredder: GRRRRRRRR!
I pulled out my (nerf) sword and stabbed the shredder until it gave up and spit out my bag.
I was kinda like a ninja. If ninjas beat up office appliances.
Which they do if the appliance is eating their ninja purse.
I'm off to unplug the shredder.
Enjoy!
-DJ
I know it seems simple, but it's a lesson that I, and my bag, had to learn the hard way. Some of you may know that I always have a large bag with me. Call it a man-bag, murse, purse, messenger bag...whatever...it's always with me. I like to have stuff with me all the time.
This bag has two straps that will hook onto the top flap so I can seal the bag. At least, it USED to have two straps. Now it has a strap and a stump.
I put my bag on one of those big paper shredders and it started to eat my bag. It was quite dramatic.
Shredder: GRRRRRRRRR! (eating my bag)
Me: NO!!!!! Let go of my bag your multi-toothed monstrosity!
Shredder: GRRRRRRRR!
I pulled out my (nerf) sword and stabbed the shredder until it gave up and spit out my bag.
I was kinda like a ninja. If ninjas beat up office appliances.
Which they do if the appliance is eating their ninja purse.
I'm off to unplug the shredder.
Enjoy!
-DJ
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