You know… my first “real” job was as a “Wastewater Treatment Plant Operator Trainee” in a small town in the Finger Lakes region of New York.
Very little here is left to the imagination, at least for me; this is far more disturbing than you might imagine. Yes, I know many of you have very (un?)healthy imaginations…
mnem
In case you were wondering; no, they didn’t offer me enough to sign on for a 20-year contract…
More like “Zombie Employees at the Local Cafe” and the occasional still-running flashlight caught in the influent strainer; did I mention it was in the Finger Lakes (very rural) region?
The mechanics of wastewater treatment are no mystery to me… and even though I was born just north of the Battery and my dad still lives there, pretty much anything I see or hear about the living organism that is NYC fails to surprise me; I wouldn’t be surprised to find a Cyborg Pitt-Bull/Crocagator hybrid in THAT sewer network.
In the Colma sewer plant,
Listen to the foreman rant!
We’ve got fewer folks than planned …
H.R. can’t meet the demand!
Still, we do what we can do …
Thirty-eight is down to two!
Kinda hard to maintain staff
When they’re bitten right in half!
Zombie ‘gators, see them kill!
Now mop up the virus spill!
Seems we’re up the Creek of Poo!
Thirty-eight is down to two!
I can hardly wait for the next thrilling episode of “Tosh Trek”… To get in the mood, I’ll have to dig out my old recording of “Sideways Through the Sewers of the Strand”. But of course no one has heard of The Goon Show these days…
“… who cares if the atmosphere is blue?
There’s nothing wrong
With a good old British pong
Sideways though the sewers of the Strand, with youuuuuuu!”
@Pygar: Looking for Goon Show fans? There’s at least one left… and one right. Available in concrete, leather and string, or cardboard replica flavours.
I’ve repeatedly heard of The Goon Show (the radio programme, right?), but have never actually experienced an episode. As much media as TV Tropes has led me to find, some are simply out of the range of subjects that I care to track down without personal recommendations.
(I’m not linking the site from here, because as evil as I am, I’m also lazy.)
Nomi, average filk time is 15-20 minutes. Sometimes half an hour for the longer ones; other times, I’ve had an idea jump out of my head and into text in five minutes. (I think my old “Were-gerbil” was about the fastest I ever wrote.)
That’s faster than I’ve ever managed. I think my shortest was about an hour-and-a-half for the “Rocket Sled” filk on the Narbonic webcomic. Generally it takes me between two and three-and-a-half hours because I have to edit the hell out of them to get the meter correct.
Ahhh..One of the things I’ve forgotten…and not missed. Back when I worked campground maintenance. The Rule – 1 inch every 10 feet or was it 1/4 inch per foot or something else? Whatever it was, it made me go back to college so I could forget it…but wasted that on computer nonsense. Now it’s time to chase passing packets.
Only in California.
You know, these guys are sounding GLURCH-proof…
*runs off to touch wood*
Is his name Mario? Tell me his name is Mario…
Sorry, his name has already been established as “Sewer Santa.”
Your pop culture reference is in another castle. Or possibly another sewer.
Lou Salazar, Sewer Czar.
You know… my first “real” job was as a “Wastewater Treatment Plant Operator Trainee” in a small town in the Finger Lakes region of New York.
Very little here is left to the imagination, at least for me; this is far more disturbing than you might imagine. Yes, I know many of you have very (un?)healthy imaginations…
mnem
In case you were wondering; no, they didn’t offer me enough to sign on for a 20-year contract…
And now you’re saving the Princess of Sarassas Land?
mnementh, tell us more about the zombie alligators of New York.
More like “Zombie Employees at the Local Cafe” and the occasional still-running flashlight caught in the influent strainer; did I mention it was in the Finger Lakes (very rural) region?
The mechanics of wastewater treatment are no mystery to me… and even though I was born just north of the Battery and my dad still lives there, pretty much anything I see or hear about the living organism that is NYC fails to surprise me; I wouldn’t be surprised to find a Cyborg Pitt-Bull/Crocagator hybrid in THAT sewer network.
mnem
That’s just TOO squishy.
Just waiting for the cities to wake up…
(TUNE: “Twenty-Five Or -Six To Four”, Chicago)
In the Colma sewer plant,
Listen to the foreman rant!
We’ve got fewer folks than planned …
H.R. can’t meet the demand!
Still, we do what we can do …
Thirty-eight is down to two!
Kinda hard to maintain staff
When they’re bitten right in half!
Zombie ‘gators, see them kill!
Now mop up the virus spill!
Seems we’re up the Creek of Poo!
Thirty-eight is down to two!
ARgh, now that Chicago filk will be in my head all day. Eddurd, how long does it take you to come up with these every day?
I can hardly wait for the next thrilling episode of “Tosh Trek”… To get in the mood, I’ll have to dig out my old recording of “Sideways Through the Sewers of the Strand”. But of course no one has heard of The Goon Show these days…
“… who cares if the atmosphere is blue?
There’s nothing wrong
With a good old British pong
Sideways though the sewers of the Strand, with youuuuuuu!”
@Pygar: Looking for Goon Show fans? There’s at least one left… and one right. Available in concrete, leather and string, or cardboard replica flavours.
I’ve repeatedly heard of The Goon Show (the radio programme, right?), but have never actually experienced an episode. As much media as TV Tropes has led me to find, some are simply out of the range of subjects that I care to track down without personal recommendations.
(I’m not linking the site from here, because as evil as I am, I’m also lazy.)
Nomi, average filk time is 15-20 minutes. Sometimes half an hour for the longer ones; other times, I’ve had an idea jump out of my head and into text in five minutes. (I think my old “Were-gerbil” was about the fastest I ever wrote.)
That’s faster than I’ve ever managed. I think my shortest was about an hour-and-a-half for the “Rocket Sled” filk on the Narbonic webcomic. Generally it takes me between two and three-and-a-half hours because I have to edit the hell out of them to get the meter correct.
Ahhh..One of the things I’ve forgotten…and not missed. Back when I worked campground maintenance. The Rule – 1 inch every 10 feet or was it 1/4 inch per foot or something else? Whatever it was, it made me go back to college so I could forget it…but wasted that on computer nonsense. Now it’s time to chase passing packets.
California laid-back meets puddles of rage virus. No wonder’s Santa’s tense, they cancel each other out.