Year: 2006

Dreams: Cyndi’s News

This week has been really insane, and I needed a little break. Last night, I went on a group tour of a museum with Mark and my grandmother. We got a little annoyed at my grandmother for insisting on coming along, since she can barely walk and the tour involved lots of stairs. We missed half the tour waiting for her. The museum was fun, though.

When the tour was over, we all landed in a giant reception room where a huge crowd of people was watching the local news from San Francisco on a widescreen TV. Cyndi Lauper came on to do her nightly report, which she sings. We all enjoyed it, and then finished our drinks and went home.

Then I woke up.

Looks Like We’re Moving

Danged if there ain’t a lot of stuff you have to do when you buy a house…

And, as luck would have it, I got another call yesterday inviting me to interview for yet another job I applied for three months ago. Why couldn’t any of these people have called me when I was still living in the city where the jobs in question were located?

Oh well. Only one more round of inspection-related negotiations and we’ll be the owners of a very well-constructed home Winston-Salem NC that’s only a year older than I am. And just for the record, the cigarette brands were named after the city where they’re made rather than vice versa.

Stupid Time Warner II

My cable internet has now degraded to the point where it’s even slower than dialup, so a technician has finally been dispatched for Tuesday morning arrival. I must say that, all in all, I’ve found cable internet to be every bit as reliable as cable TV.

Which is why I have a satellite dish.

Anyway, my boy comes home tonight, I just finished a month-long ordeal I’d rather have skipped, I found a semi-legal not at all legal copy of the very rare “Streets of San Francisco” pilot for sale today, and the final leg of our home purchase begins Monday morning. So I’m looking forward to a happy weekend.