nugatory noodlings
<< Aug 11, 2005 @ 17:49 >>
It was my first night in my new place two nights ago. Slept like a hotel room. It felt like a hotel room getting ready, too. Had the smell and temperature even.
Before I went to bed that night, but after I finally moved my bed into my new place (Thanks Jon), I stopped at the Leaning Tower of Pizza for pizza and beer, and to congratulate the monster on graduation. Sandusky and the monster's brother were there as well. The Tower's Summit EPA was the perfect temperature.
I think I got soft scrub bleach in my eye later that night cleaning. I was wearing contacts at the time, and I tried to put those same contacts in the next morning, and it was like rubbing crushed glass in my eyeball. Ouch. I'm wearing glasses now. My former boss Gabe told me getting bleach in my eye was "Xtreme!"
I got the garbage out of my place... these big cardboard boxes and sheets of plastic. My laptop is on my desk with everything plugged in (save for my dual-head monitor which is still on the floor). I got the router set up, and it actually has a better menu with more firewall/router features than the more expensive LinkSys one as far as I can tell, though it has an annoying only-one-IP-can-be-configuring-me-at-a-time "feature" (read: limitation, which made setting up the wireless a pain because I had to switch to wireless to test the wireless, which changed my IP, and then I had to restart the router to continue configuring the thing cause it was IP blocked. But I got 128-bit WAP security and MAC address filtering enabled, so it is reasonably secure).
My bed is set up, with its navy skirt, which is way better than that ugly ass thing it used to wear. I warshed my sheets and a towel in the laundry room which is locked (a good thing) and only 75 cents per wash and per dry, which is cheaper than anywhere I've ever lived.
Yesterday I caught this Fringe Festival play that was about some punks having their bicycle stolen and taking over Radio K and starting a revolution. The Kung Fu sequence was the best part.
Bubble Bobble would just NOT work in my NES, but much to my surprise and elation, I do in fact have both Wild Gunman and Excitebike, and they both in fact work. Christy needs to work on her aim.
Market Barbeque, as I think it is called, had it's 10pm Wednesday Karaoke. It was diamonds in the rough this time, instead of solid gold.
Hey Christy, tell everybody about Chirpy `JR' to the second power.
Reader Comments...
August 11, 2005 @ 19:37:46
Christy (monster)
Okay, A: you should link to the story about your Chirpy JR.
B:
My roommate's cat caught a bird today (i take back everything i ever said about him being too stupid to catch animals). There was a window open downstairs and a bird flew in, and my other roommate Kelsey came home to Enki (that's the cat) with the bird hanging out of his mouth.
Luckily for the bird, Enki IS too stupid to keep a bird in his mouth while "playing" with Kelsey. The bird flew away so it was caught between the lower pane of an open window and the upper pane, while the cats stood in the sill and batted at it.
Kelsey and I banished the cats to their owner's room, and then tried as best we could to get the bird out without injuring it further. At one point, it looked right at me and chirped very loudly, as if to say, "I clearly can't do this on my own, you'll have to help me out of here. Hey, watch the wings." It was the only time he chirped.
We closed the window all the way and the bird refused refuge in the small box I had ready, and flew up on top of the pantry shelves. I climbed up and tried to grab it, but it flew away again. Kelsey contributed a startled shriek and then watched me run around after it (i'm the man in this relationship).
It flew into the dining room (we have a rather large place), and was too exhausted to move anymore, so I picked it up and put it in the box.
Remembering that Zach had taken a wild bird somewhere, and knowing that I'd read his postcard update, but not remembering the name of the place, I phoned him, then emailed, then texted. Obsessive? Yes. But the poor little bird was in shock and it needed to be somewhere better than here quick. I kill cacti. Kelsey and I googled it and found the place just as Zach called back.
I drove us, and Kelsey yelled at me every time I took a curve too fast while cooing at the bird. "There you go, buddy.... We're gonna take you to the doctor and make you better! ...Aww, Christy, he looked at me! We have to give it a name." We couldn't agree on its gender (i thought male), so we didn't actually pick a name. Chirpy JR to the second power, while extremely lame, might be the best we got.
We brought it in and I gave too small a donation (hey, i'm not making corporate pay yet), and the woman thanked us for bringing it in and gave me a magnet for my trouble.
Then, while dj-ing today, I asked for lots of bird-themed requests, and even got suckered into playing Ween (i had some dude call me and say, "what IS this? this is f-in terrible!"
August 11, 2005 @ 19:42:37
Christy (monster)
Damn, I knew putting an arrow in would cut off my story like that, and I did it anyway. the parenthetical had an arrow pointing to the part in quotes and said, "direct quote"
Lots of people called with requests and happy thoughts for Kelsey's and my little birdy, so that was nice. I totally felt like it was a Peter Pan "I do believe in fairies!" kind of thing. I hope it was enough.... The poor guy's leg was hanging limply from one side and I could see a pretty deep gash from Enki's mouth.
August 11, 2005 @ 21:06:42
xopl (#001)
You tried. That is all that is really important. I'm routing for you Chirpy `JR' to the second power!
August 11, 2005 @ 21:10:26
xopl (#001)
Fixed another long time misstep on my part. You can now put any <!-- characters <b> you want </div> into your comments.
August 12, 2005 @ 12:41:53
Christy (monster)
Thanks for wishing him well. Josh (the other roommate, the one who left the window open) thought we should just break its neck since it was already injured. ::wide-eyed teary face::
And, hooray! Now I can finally make this joke again:
<sarcasm>That shirt looks so good on you.</sarcasm>
^^That wasn't directed at anyone, I just couldn't think of anything snarky to say. I'm like too happy today or something.
August 15, 2005 @ 21:23:09
not notmom (guest)
so Zach you need to wash the soft scrub off you hands before you remove you contacts.........:-)
August 15, 2005 @ 21:25:00
not notmom (guest)
as a 30 year plus contact wearer I recommend using your saline solution to wash your eyes...aren't mom's smart! Glad you have a dishwasher. love ya