Month: March 2007

Randomly Tuesday

Try to contain your enthusiasm upon seeing our new breaker box. I know it’s exciting, but calm down ferchrissakes. The neighbors can hear you.

Random Tuesday evening stuff:

  • It’s gotta suck when a TV station that has to announce that its own morning news anchor has been arrested for killing someone while driving drunk. The logistics of reporting a story like that can’t be very pleasant.
  • Most disturbing song heard on Muzak weekend: someone’s horrid instrumental cover of “Bad Sneakers” by Steely Dan.
  • Looks like the proposed “solution” to the problem of Charlotte’s nearly dead Eastland Mall is another vaguely new urbanist blast of banality. Wow. Who didn’t see that coming?
  • Mmmm. Vertical file. I found the most amazing stuff at the Greensboro library this weekend. I love spending warm, sunny days inside the library, where I’m protected from from the bad weather.
  • I also love Google Video much better than YouTube, because on Google, you can actually download stuff like this, edit it, and burn it to DVD so you can watch it on an actual TV.
  • Had a visit from the ex-roomie and his parents today, whereupon I reflected on how neither of us would’ve expected ten years ago that I’d end up living in his old hometown and that he’d be the one of us who was still in San Francisco. Go figure.

No Phone, No Lights

We’re getting a new breaker box installed today to replace the 44-year-old fuse box in the basement. Hopefully, it will eliminate some of the power flickers that occasionally cause numerous problems for the assorted electronics. Plus, it will advance our electrical system decisively into the 1980s.

As it turns out, though, it also means that I’ll be spending most of my Friday without electricity — and without a land line either, since the cheap phone I keep for such emergencies apparently doesn’t work anymore. Since I have to be home while the work is going on, I’m glad we have lots of books in the house.

Real Yahoos

I found myself at the Wal-Mart in Kernersville tonight, and I overheard this skanky 45-year-old redneck guy with long hair, a rebel flag belt buckle, and about three teeth talking about how someone “was fussin’ at me on the Yahoo chat because of some girl who posted a picture on my MySpace page and wanted to be my friend.”

My inner elitist shed a little tear for the wasted potential of the internet. Then I got over it and bought some eggs.

Roanoke

We made a last-minute drive up to Roanoke for the weekend. Mark had never been there before, and I got the chance to see some parts of the city I didn’t see last August, like the Mill Mountain overlook pictured above. Other than breakfast at the Williamson Road Pancake House (which may be one of the biggest shitholes I’ve ever dined in), it was a great trip. Roanoke pictures and commentary soon, here or maybe here.

Alas, today was probably not the best day for the aforementioned hubby to be traveling cross-country on US Airways, particularly on an itinterary that mixed US Airways and America West flights. Sorry, baby.

Gonna go watch Lanie and cook some scallops now.