I kinda pushed this to people via email and didn’t get much, so I’ll try here. I have honestly won 4 movie tickets already. It paid for the Sith. You should win something too. No strings, nothing to buy, no salesman will visit your home.
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I pulled my hair up since I haven’t done that in about a month. I even wore it like this to my AIGA meeting tonight and no one commented. I tend to think they were embarrassed for me, but I don’t give a damn. I just got elected to the executive board; I have to counter that officialness by looking very unofficial.
My hair hasn’t been this long since 1992. Can I get a gawddamn?
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Been occupied lately, enjoying the progress on the house and enjoying eating out a lot with Susie and Ian. We’ve also spent some quality slack time with the tv, the Sith, and The Life Aquatic, and generally making several jokes between the three of us that will never be funny to anyone else.
While pissing away some time at the gallery I could’ve spent a bit more productively, I found a few pages to share:
Abandoned Japanese rollercoasters are very beautiful.
I knew that the movie Road to Wellville was (loosely) based on true stories, but I didn’t realize how detailed the whole grains for the prevention of sex was.
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Susie, who is more than awesome, has finished painting the main area of living room. Next is the hall. (No, no pics of that until it’s done. I tease you.) Ian, when he’s not hacking up a lung, is moving at speed on the dining room. The paneling is all down, ready for bulk pickup. The furring is up, with two of the three walls leveled for the drywall. It’s very exciting with my industrious worker bees around.
I did my part for democracy today and worked my polling places for a few good candidates. I got home in time for a little nap before the drywall delivery. In unloading the 5 gallon tub of joint compound, I managed to overswing and gave myself the nastiest bruise above my left knee. Note that a 5 gallon tub is 61.7 lbs.
Yeah, that’s actual size. Both the bruise and the fortune. It’s a professional wallop if you ask me. Hurts like a champ, so it’s good that it looks like it hurts. I don’t appreciate it when the hurt doesn’t show and it makes me look like I’m whining over nothing.
For Ian’s continued sickness, we got some Cambodian food for dinner. The added excuse was that Lemongrass Cafe downtown is right across from PNC Park. Susie’s all aflutter that the Cubs are playing the Buccos tonight. She changed from her painting gear to her cute pink Cubs shirt and off she went. She’s sitting over first base right now, surrounded by her fellow Chicago fans, watching a beautiful sunset. She deserves no less.
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To all my pghpeeps: Tomorrow is the primary election. Such minor matters as who will get this city out of Act 47 (*cough* bankruptcy for those who haven’t been paying attention) and the next round of local judges are on the ballot. We are blessed with having some truly good people to vote for, so don’t miss the opportunity, nor your responsibility, as a citizen for change in this great and munted nation.
Ok, ok, here are the pics.
Pulling out the “built in”.
Ian fits nicely in the nook.
The mirror comes down.
Pulling down a panel.
“Bricks”
Ian and the Sawsall.
Pulling down another panel.
And here we are.
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Ok, so I am in fact reading an Aussie food blog. What of it? Consider it research on this year’s visit to NZ. I simply must have these Chocolate Chilli Tim Tams.
Wow.
We made some major progress last night. First we weedwhacked the yard, which has been an embarrassment for weeks. Granted, it’s not very embarrassing considering the abandoned building across the lot with “Dope Way” spraypainted on it, but still. I have house-pride despite that.
After a snack, we attacked the dining room. First taking out the flouresent lights, hanging a couple of bulbs, then removing the rest of the ceiling grid. That was rather simple and satisfying so we went in for the kill, the panelling. First we took down the mirror, so Vaughn and I could attack in earnest. After much bashing, pulling and fussing, we uncovered the fireplace hidden behind.
The actual horizontal mantle wood is gone, leaving a hole behind the mantel’s face. On all the vertical surfaces were adhered plastic “bricks”. Plucking those off was like wiggling loose teeth, and equally gratifying was the fact that there is some original slate underneath it all.
At the hearth, the plastic bricking continued with some sort of tiling beneath. We suspect this dates to when the fireplace was in active use. I plucked those up as well, after awhile realizing that they were probably asbestos. More good ideas in home decorating!
All the while, neither of us is wearing any sort of mask. Also, at some point, Ian noted as I pried and bashed that I was wearing flipflops. He mentioned that I would be sad if I dropped Vaughn on my toes, to which my only response was that at least we’d get our money’s worth from the damn health insurance bill of a few days ago. Maybe I really should wear shoes, and even a mask. I can’t deny that it’s a better plan than my current do-nothing policy attitude towards our house rehab. Note to self…
There is also evidence that the wall above the mantel was a darker, even more Barbie pink in years past. Oh, poor house of pink.
Unrelated, this is a funny photoshopping of an old Dilbert that is more than believable. So much so that the head of the dept forwarded it to the students. It’s funny ’cause it’s true.
Ah, another day of mixed blessings. Expect nothing from this entry but a good children’s book. Without further adieu, the book is here and it is the inspiration for the title. Monsters, you see, don’t merely complain, they grim about things.
I hereby commence with the aforementioned grimming:
I’m three flavors of glum about a CMU bill we got the other day. It seems we owe them quite a heavy pile for our below mediocre health insurance of this past year. This was supposed to be taken care of, but in the blur of last summer, we may have missed a nasty detail about auto-deducting periodically. They like to spring these things on us at the end of the semester. Even nicer, they don’t take plastic, and it’s nearly the sum of the cash we’ve saved that was heading for our new bathroom this summer. Bah humbug. While working on this particular problem (meaning trying to figure out the incomprehensible statements that CMU sends us), iTunes shuffle blessed me with Midnight Radio, forcing me to get all angsty and listen to the entire album on repeat until Ian came home, and the window guy joined us to hard-sell us stuff we now can’t afford. Oh, so very wrist-to-forehead. Bah humbug.
Otherwise, it was gorgeous day, sunshine and warm, with all the hope of summer around the corner. I let myself fall into some lovely Whedon fandom with wonderfully geeky reviews and preview screenings for Serenity, and I plan to love the show like I haven’t loved a show since Buffy. I may not get a new bathroom this year, but I will get the DVDs.
Grrr Arrgh.
I must be catching a bit of Ian’s nasty cold. Last night I found yet another strange dweller in my subconscious. A Dobby-Golum-Batboy is grousing and menacing in the vents of a house that not-really-me is in. One of my group says is talking to me about how it’s good that Batboy doesn’t know of this larger vent that he can actually fit through in another part of the house. Cue growling from that very room.
I wake up and it’s pledge week. Bah.
In using the lovely google image search, I got the Dobby from this gem of an article. I can’t read it, but the pictures alone are worth a laugh.
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