Or I guess that works too.
Today Sid Dickens walked onto the floor (he has descended for about a week from his fancy-pants home deep in the Haida Gwaii to make the final touches on the Spring 2007 collection). He sniffed the air and said, "Oh, it smells so good in here! Like oranges!"And here was I thinking it smelled like an impending autoimmune disease and eventual death.
posted by annika fox @ 8:01 p.m.
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Mark and I were oggling the Sid Dickens website at work this morning. Seems Mr Dickens thinks his last name entitles him to be a writer. Also, I'm scared that there are people who feel the need to waste time discussing Sid Dickens tiles on a forum...Maybe what Sid was actually thinking was "Smells like money in here" but had to quickly change the out loud thought so he wouldn't sound so bad.
I miss you
I miss you too! Heehee, I am happy that you are spreading the word about what a dorkus Sid is. Ben just said that he thinks that Sid actually smelled his own nostalgic yearnings for his art school days when the future was bright and there was some chance that he might wind up producing something that could be described as art.
I wouldn't describe those tactastic pseudo-collectibles as art...but I guess it is in the eyes of the beholder...whoever they may be
Perhaps his senses are stunted in some way... artistic sense.. sense of smell... sense of taste... all of them?
Haha, that seems plausible. Also, sense of decency. I found out yesterday that when Christian started working there, Sid came in for a visit, and Christian comes up to him and says, "Hi, I'm the new guy!" Dickens coolly replies, "I'm Sid." Christian goes, "I hope I'm doing it right!" Sid goes, "I hope you are too" and walks away. Way to create a sense of employee loyalty, Dickens! I wonder why 8 people have quit in the last 2 months?
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