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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.

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.

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.

What Local Standards?

I should think that almost everyone from squishy granolas to staunch defenders of private property would find this pretty horrifying. If the real goal here is to “prevent overcrowding”, wouldn’t it be more effective to limit the number of occupants per room rather than to legislate the types of relationships permitted among the occupants?

Local standards my ass.

Stress

I can’t tell if (a) I’m a great big ball of stress because we’re finally closing on the house tomorrow morning, or (b) I’m just out of sorts because my allergies are bugging me something fierce and I didn’t sleep well last night. Whatever the reason, my head hurts, I’m irritable as hell, and I can’t seem to concentrate at all.

Either way, though, I’ll be a homeowner the next time you hear from me. Anyone want to help us move?

Sniff

I’m not sure whether or not it makes me feel better that I’m not alone in the Great Allergy Agony of 2006. I’ve had this same stuffiness, headcahe, and general miserableness (it just sounds worse than “misery”) for the better part of two months now.

I think the big problem this year is that it simply will not fucking rain. We’re at about 50% of normal rainfall for the year right now, which means that we’re about eight inches short (no jokes, please) and also means that the air is damned near unbreathable.

Just imagine how lousy I’d feel if I ever went outside.