It’s so pathetic. I’ve known I have a computer game addiction for a long time. It’s games in general, not any specific game. I just can’t stop playing, especially when it’s a truly well designed game. Civilization III was the last one. I could play that for an entire weekend.…
Not my dinner, mind you. I didn’t leave work until 9:40pm last night. No, it was my downstairs neighbor’s dinner. The entire apartment reeked. Needless to say it, but I will anyway: the hall closet smelled like the dinner was burned right in there.
Months ago, the NOAA held a “Name that Storm” contest for the 14-DEC-06 windstorm that shut down the Puget Sound region for eight+ days. I suggested it be name the Hanukkah or Festival of Lights storm, not just because the storm started that day, but because of the parellels–how long…
There’s still a chain-smoking boogeyman in there. I’ve moved all my coats to the storage locker–my biking jacket smelled when I pulled it out this weekend. I haven’t found a place for the other cloth goods in there. But I will. This weekend, I used an expanding foam to fill…
I saw former Washington Governer Gary Locke interviewed this evening at the “Not Another Elevated” party. He’s short. My height. For the past decade, I have claimed that several things–including but not limited to my time in Palestine–would prevent me from ever having a political career. But really, I figured…
Seriously. Every time I open the hall closet, it smells like someone’s been locked in there, chain smoking. It’s the downstairs neighbor, of course. Their smoke rises through all the holes in the floors and wall of my hall closet. I have unpacked all but three boxes (excluding office/desk stuff–I…
Yup. Only two boxes were buried more deeply than the one with my sheets. I had to move 39 boxes–nearly all filled with books and binders and paper.
The move went swimmingly. The packers were done after just three hours Monday morning, and I treated myself to a massage that afternoon. My muscles needed the relaxation. This morning, the movers arrived, and by 1 p.m., my apartment was empty. By 3:30 pm, all of my worldly possessions were…
It’s ready. I mean, I still have to freshen the trim in all of the rooms, I need a towel rack, the hall closet desperately needs some work, the bedroom window is cracked, there’s no lighting in the living room… But it’s ready for me to move in. The painting…
Mom was right: I did get much faster with the rag-on technique. Well, not much faster. Just faster. I started work at 5 p.m., and covered the entire room by 8:30 p.m. Anyway, except for the closets and the trim, the bedroom is done. But that’s not the interesting bit.…
