It’s what I do some days
Last night, I told Mandrina I had a cute story to tell her. She interrupted with, “So do I. Once upon a time, Glitch. The end.” Yes, he is that cute. I say that as he demonstrates that, as much of a spaz he may be, he’s really rather smart. My alarm clock went off
It must suck to be Bullseye. Admittedly, the hero he has to go up against is “Can’t See a Thing Guy With Good Hearing and Balance,” but what drives a person to become a supervillain? “Wow, I can throw things really accurately, I should take up throwing sharp objects at people professionally.” It can’t possibly
My five year old laptop is dying. It’s far from dead, but I’ve already replaced the batteries, portions of the motherboard, and the harddrive, and there’s currently something rattling around inside it. So Mandrina and I briefly discussed my getting a new laptop. Then I did the math. GAH! A desktop is bad enough, but…
http://www.iol.ie/~dluby/escape.htm Just… fun. Warning: your mouse needs to be somewhat functional. If it runs into things, you won’t have fun.
Dear Santa… Dear Santa, This year I’ve been busy! Last Wednesday I committed genocide… Sorry about that, (-5000 points). Last week I saved a busload of nuns in Angola (326 points). Last month I gave a life-saving blood transfusion (50 points). In February I farted in an elevator (-6 points). Last Monday I punched in
I glanced quickly at my email, and felt oddly detached and comforted to see the line, “Some hope for you.” Then I reread it, and it was from Charles (still!) saying, “Some homes for you.” Apparently, there’s no hope for me yet…
It took longer for me to get a mortgage preapproval than to find a house. I should be making an offer on it later today, although it’s a question as to whether or not they’ll accept it. I know that there have been no offers on the house in the last month that it’s been
So my first post on getting a mortgage was on July 22nd. As of today, I should start actually applying for a mortgage. Yes, that’s right. OVER A MONTH. It’s not anyone’s fault, nor any incompetence. On the first run through, Charles determined my credit wasn’t good enough (a trip to Romania was a good
Tis true. Saw it on Animal Planet, which has reentered Mandrina’s (and hence my) TV watching rotation. Has something to do with the fact that cats are fed by humans, so they don’t have to hunt purely for purposes of nutrition. This morning, though, I had to stop a kitten’s hunting instincts. Mandrina’s 8-year-old cat
It clicked last night how lame adulthood is. Admittedly, I am not a huge fan of some of the “pre-adulthood/post-adolescent” behaviors — parties focused on drinking come to mind — but being an adult really is rather… well, pathetic. My list (and expect this to be randomly updated): Planning in August for what you’re going