So far, the low point of today has been getting feces sprayed on me. I think it's reasonable to hope that this will remain the low point.

I'm about 75% moved in to the new house. My moving help, my dear friend Ume, got caught between a rock and a hard place (I was the rock) and had to leave before we were done. We plan to finish tomorrow.

So far, the only part that hasn't gone so well is that the drainage hookup for the washing machine doesn't exactly work as expected (please see above). So I have two options - 1) the usual "MAKE IT WORK GOD DAMMIT" which would involve moving the laundry area across the basement, including splicing a new line into the toilet's sewage line (ugh, more feces) and new supply lines (ugh, working with ancient galvanized plumbing), or 2) pay a proper plumber to fix the drainage line as it is (I tried doing that myself, it is too mysterious and buried under feet of concrete). I am convinced that #2 is the proper solution, but I won't have the $$$ for that if I follow the original plan of getting central air (which would leave me at precisely broke). So, no central air I guess. Boo hoo!
from [livejournal.com profile] roadster_guy

HILARIOUS and perhaps NSFW:


The "still got some cocaine on my hand" part is where I lose it.
I can also only have white frends at my new house :(

No person of any race other than the Caucasian race shall use or occupy any building or any lot, except that this Covenant shall not prevent occupancy by domestic servants of a different race domiciled with an owner or tenant.

So I guess I could have a black maid or something at least!

Also, I was way wrong about the timeframe - these rules are from 1946!

o noes

Jun. 13th, 2008 12:53 pm
hahahaha....*wipes tear*

My dear childhood friend Christine is an attorney. She has been looking over all the paperwork for the new house, and just sent me this in an email -

Please be advised, however, that it is unclear whether you
are permitted to own the property, as ownership is limited to "the
Caucasian man".


I'm going to assume that this is a relic left over from when Ypsi was platted in the early 1800s, and I'm going to assume that this won't be enforced. Otherwise I'm kinda fucked :-D
  • During the week, I almost never get as much sleep as I did last night (6ish hours). But atm I can barely keep my eyes open.
  • Sold my car yesterday, hopefully the check isn't fake
  • The new car came with a teeny Maggie Simpson bobblehead glued to the dash - this was the main selling point.
  • For a 14-year-old car with 170,000 miles, I can't believe how well it drives and how quiet and comfortable it is. Go Subaru.
  • I still keep checking if it has stalled when it goes down to idle. It hasn't yet, but without the tachometer I'd never know.
I was thinking that I would put Joey's litterbox in the basement at the new house, because it would be nice to have it out of the main living area (it currently sits next to the toilet). But today I realized that its proximity to the toilet gives us some quality time - often when I go to the bathroom, she joins me. If I'm making a pee, she'll come in and make a pee. If I'm making a poop, she'll make a poop. So maybe it will stay upstairs.

Also - please take a moment of silence for the passing of [livejournal.com profile] dakus's puppy and beloved companion Isaac, who left us today after a long and happy life.
Ok the dude came and looked, and he said that the big capacitor is bad and he can replace it for like $80. So that's pretty super.
I'm still in "giving up on fixing things" mode. A HVAC gentleman was supposed to stop by between 1 and 3 to look at the a/c, still no sign of him. Last time I gave up on fixing an appliance (the washer a few years ago) and paid a professional $70 to look at it, he said "get a new one". If that happens again I am going to be pissed. I'LL LET YOU KNOW GOD DAMMIT.
I give up on fixing everything. I bought a new dehumidifier for the basement.

In the instructions: "Do not operate with wet hands or in a damp environment."

I feel like I'm losing my mind.
how somebody who wears a fanny pack could possibly be so full of himself.

I'll spare you the details :)
In the park across the street, the ground is covered with litter left behind by people memorializing our fallen soldiers. It's worse than a frat house lawn after a big party. I'm totally serious. I looked over there and my jaw dropped. I just couldn't believe how much shit people threw on the ground. "The world is my wastebasket". And half of that shit is going to blow into my yard over the next few days. This is one of the things that I do not like about living here.
I am so gay for the new $5 bills.

news

May. 15th, 2008 10:27 pm
House panel approves pay raise for troops

The pay increase and other service benefits included in the bill — such as a prohibition on increased health care fees — is more than President Bush wants.

And re: last year's smaller increase -

The White House opposed the increase because it said it would cost more than $2 billion if maintained for five years.

$2 billion over 5 years! Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw! Does Mr. Bush have any idea how big our defense budget is? (To be fair, he probably does not). The military eats billion dollar bills for breakfast. $2 billion is peanuts. Small, mutant peanuts.

But this is where the GOP chickenhawks come home to roost (or whatever). Despite all of the GOP's "SUPPORT OUR TROOPS" gum-flapping, the military is part of the working class, which is really just the butt of the big Republican joke.

@_@. OVER IT.

ty yeswad

May. 15th, 2008 12:21 am
this ttly makes up for being sick all weekend -

  • Christopher and I watched a bunch of television last night. I laughed so hard (during "Bones", oddly enough) that I coughed like death for a few seconds (oddly enough at a joke about somebody who had a very bad cold), and I think I coughed the cold right out of me. I feel much better today, although a little bit lightheaded.
  • Back at work, back on 1st shift
  • Listening to "The Downward Spiral" for some reason - right now on the screamy part in "The Becoming".
  • More later maybe.
Ate a chicken pot pie for lunch. Peed.
  • I wish the flowers would stop having sex. When I coughed this morning, it felt like somebody shot me in the face. I had to look for Joey to make sure that she wasn't wielding a shotgun, then I had to look in the mirror to confirm that I was still intact.
  • Also I can't breathe through my nose at all.
  • Work is still busy.
  • The lawnmower is just barely working, very sputtery &c. I will have to take the carburetor apart again, but this time actually replace that torn gasket instead of just jiggling it around a little bit.
  • So now I have to figure out how to get a replacement gasket. I've never had so much trouble looking through any kind of parts catalog.
  • I haven't heard the dehumidifier in a few days. I'm guessing the compressor finally gave out. And just after I fixed the fan with superglue!
  • I will make a whirlwind trip to Holland on Sunday to visit mother.
  • So I feel overwhelmed.
  • halp.

moar news

May. 8th, 2008 05:07 pm
Family of faggot fans fly the flag

Chris says this is old meme, but w/e. The article is just rich. I especially like how the Doody Family aspires only to be the Faggot Family. Also, "The family...eat faggots twice a week". HA!!!

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