Before I explain this picture, allow me to explain this medical condition I
have. It's called figedtyhanditis. No shit. Basically, I am compelled by some
evil microbe to constantly have something in my hands to play with. Now, all you perverts, you can stop reading right now. Just kidding. Anyway, sometimes this is a slinky (a metal one, the plastic ones are useless), sometimes it's modelling clay. One time it was a staple puller. By the way. Never play with a staple puller. They're dangerous. So, how did sticky tack man come into being? Simple. After we moved offices, I for some reason had this big glob of stickytack on my desk. How it got there is probably the most interesting part of the story. How unfortunate that I forget that part. Playing with sticky tack tends to make your hands sticky. And so, I formed it into a little sculpture, to guard my monitor, in a half hearted attempt to stop having to go to the bathroom to wash my hands, and a more hearted attempt to do no actual work.
The fact that it's covered with dust is a testament to how amazingly slack the
cleaning people at our new office are. You'll be happy to know that even
though they clearly never dust, they do dilligently throw away things that
aren't garbage. For example, unused plastic knives and forks that we attempt to
save for some future period when they might be neccesary. So I guess it all
balances out in the end.
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