An American Amorphophalus in Paris

The blog is back, the blog is BACK!

Folks, I decided to bring back the blog from the deepest darkest depths of despair. It was long overdue. Sorry it went on such a long hiatus but the blog needed time to think, time to reflect, and time to go surfing in Indonesia. Now the blog is back, and it's pissed.

Here's the quick back-story. We we're supposed to ship our giant exploding car robot thing 2 weeks ago. We had a little, ahem, "event" which set us back by a sleepless week and set me back a least a year of my life. We really quickly removed the "eventful" park, sent it out for repair, got things fixed up, got really drunk, and shipped the machine 5 days late. To make life even funnier, just 1 day before shipping, Citroen called to say they didn't want the machine because it was now too heavy. After some deep sighs and a few homicidal thoughts, we sent it anyway, just to piss them off. So The Church gave birth to a 10,000 lb exploding car in a big box, we loaded it on to the truck with a seriously under rated forklift, and I flew to Seattle 1 hour later. The best friends a guy could have came out to help me move my stuff out of my apartment, I'm officially homeless again - and I flew to back to NYC 36 hours later.

The continuing adventures of the Amorphic Robot Works Citroen DS car project goes on. We're not in Brooklyn anymore, we've moved on to Paris where the food is worse, the beer is more expensive, and the smoking is indoors. I joke, sort of. Ok, I have to be honest, it's 6 in the morning here, I'm not really sure when was the last time I actually had a full night's sleep in a bed, it's been a long time. I'm surly, and my feet smell awful.

I'm happy (happy is the new sad) to say that seemingly despite all of our best efforts, the car actually made it Paris. I'm also really happy to say that the big wigs from Citroen saw the car run today, somehow - and I'm serious about divine intervention here - the machine ran flawlessly. It was awesome. They loved it. They gushed. Nothing but love. It officially has been accepted for its center place in the Citroen stand in the Paris Auto Show starting in 3 days. I'm really excited, and really nervous. I guess that's what I get paid for. Oh, and we're surrounded by Genie Scissor lifts. Kinda funny.

Here's the run down of the Paris ARW team:
Cheeks (aka Cheeks) - he's the mad man behind it all.
The Haus (aka Frank) - he's lumbering around like an elephant because of the terrible blisters he just acquired. Damn those French blisters.
P. Dilly (aka Paul) - Motion programmer with a Long Island accent to kill for.
Bubba (aka Shawn) - the master car body craftsman and wide eyed naive internationalist.
Six Mil (aka Six Million Dollar Dan, aka Dan) - much funnier the less he sleeps.
Six Bil (aka me) - The laws of physics do not apply to me, or, really make sense either.

Chico and Six Mil are joking about taping holes... Why that's really funny right now, I don't know. It's 6:15 in the morning after all. I gotta say, Six Mil just showed up after sleeping a good 8 hours, and he's not nearly as funny as when he hasn't slept in 30. The guy is hilarious when he's totally exhausted.

More to come. I'm certain it's gonna get better, and then 5 seconds later it's gonna get a lot worse.