Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Pffft

 In public, most women and all ladies will try not to fart. It's just too unbecoming.
But if you detect that natural yet unpleasant event in the presence of one of us, the sound would be a quiet pffft if you heard it at all. Most likely, your ears wouldn't have a chance to sound an early alarm, allowing escape from the olfactory offense.

Pffft. The sound, the feeling, the expression of how I feel about our (AWD's)  inclusion in the DIY network's show, Ultimate Fishing Lodge.

I thought it would be This-Old-House-ish but it was mostly a bunch of drama. It wasn't what I expected but hey, I'm glad all you see of me is a hand popping some brads. That's "nailing a carcass together" to you woodworking enthusiasts and/or "having a little fun at a Brad Pitt look alike contest in some sleazy motel room with all the contestants and their buddies" to you fans of aunt May.

Yea, I feel a bit responsible that they didn't show the crew's faces. In fact I'm about 99% sure they freaked out about my fishnets even though it fits the fucking program, right!  Fishing program, sorry. I know I said I'd leave the nets and the corset and whip at home but hey. It's Ultimate Fishing Lodge. I thought I'd fit right in. Not my fault.

Probably half the footage was dedicated to the foundation (way more video of concrete blocks than you'll ever want to see) and maybe a tenth was reluctantly reserved for the actual building of the building. If you wanna watch half a show about, I mean if you wanna see some nice foundations... they come in waist sizes and cup sizes, not con-fucking-crete block sizes, okay.

Still, we consider ourselves lucky to be one of the very few trades featured. Okay, it was probably only a minute if not seconds but we were there! Don't blink!

Wait a minute! Here we are on local TV.