Friday, August 26, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Afoot
As in some changes are...
My lovely wife and I are about to almost double our square footage in a new lovely old Spanish style apt. building in San Jose's Japantown. Just signed the lease yesterday! Talk about a perfect day...until the parking incident (later). After signing and putting down the deposit, we floated over the entire place. We popped out ideas of what to do here and there... and even the living room closet is about the size of my work cubicle. Maybe that'll be my office, as she'll get the second bedroom for her writing.
We were planning on renting a couple of spaces in the underground parking garage, but holy shit, you need to drive a mini-mini to maneuver in and out of that place. It's fucking tight in there. So my honey managed to park in her spot, and I miraculously backed into mine. She tells me the she can't get the car out, and I berated her and said I'd mandle it. Well, let me tell you, it was like that scene with Austin Powers trying to turn that golf cart around, at least a nine-point turn, with outside guidance and hand waving and lots of "STOP!"
She gets out, and it's my turn to pull out in my Accord, and luckily "they" decided to put car side-view mirrors with hinges so they don't BREAK OFF when backing too close to pillars and driver is buggin cause the parking situation sucks. I backed my car up a steep ass driveway into the alley, and some fuck face has a huge ass truck parked just outside the exit that I just didn't need taking up any more space. I manage to get out and park, and said to lovely wife, "So, street parking looks good!".
A quick walk around the neighborhood proved some key finds like this pub a mere 0.3 miles from our front door.
So, after we're moved in, be sure to knock on our door.
We'll be waiting for you.
My lovely wife and I are about to almost double our square footage in a new lovely old Spanish style apt. building in San Jose's Japantown. Just signed the lease yesterday! Talk about a perfect day...until the parking incident (later). After signing and putting down the deposit, we floated over the entire place. We popped out ideas of what to do here and there... and even the living room closet is about the size of my work cubicle. Maybe that'll be my office, as she'll get the second bedroom for her writing.
We were planning on renting a couple of spaces in the underground parking garage, but holy shit, you need to drive a mini-mini to maneuver in and out of that place. It's fucking tight in there. So my honey managed to park in her spot, and I miraculously backed into mine. She tells me the she can't get the car out, and I berated her and said I'd mandle it. Well, let me tell you, it was like that scene with Austin Powers trying to turn that golf cart around, at least a nine-point turn, with outside guidance and hand waving and lots of "STOP!"
She gets out, and it's my turn to pull out in my Accord, and luckily "they" decided to put car side-view mirrors with hinges so they don't BREAK OFF when backing too close to pillars and driver is buggin cause the parking situation sucks. I backed my car up a steep ass driveway into the alley, and some fuck face has a huge ass truck parked just outside the exit that I just didn't need taking up any more space. I manage to get out and park, and said to lovely wife, "So, street parking looks good!".
A quick walk around the neighborhood proved some key finds like this pub a mere 0.3 miles from our front door.
So, after we're moved in, be sure to knock on our door.
We'll be waiting for you.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
I've made the incomprehensible decision to listen to more KISS. More accurately, a decision to actually listen to KISS. I realized I've spent my whole life and I haven't really given them an honest shot of my attention.
Early returns are showing them to be the hokiest, cheesiest, most retarded band ever. Not to say that I'm not enjoying what I'm hearing.
~ "Lick it up!"
Early returns are showing them to be the hokiest, cheesiest, most retarded band ever. Not to say that I'm not enjoying what I'm hearing.
~ "Lick it up!"
Friday, August 05, 2005
I wonder if the linguine and clams I ate at lunch today are behind my recent weight loss....
Damnit... next time I enjoy something, that most others are unaware of, I'm keeping it to myself.
Example. Club Soda. I drink about four to five cans a day once I get home. I've been extolling the virtues of CS to anyone who will listen. Now, it's always out when I try to pick up a 12 pack at Nob Hill. Club soda was forgotten until I brought it back to the mainstream.
I'm down to one can... and it's sweltering. What really infuriates me is that Whole Foods (whole paycheck to us working class folk) has the audacity to sell six pack 8 OZ CANS for TWO FUCKIN 99. That's twice the cost at three -fourths the size. Hansens natural soda*, you're on my PUNCH IN THE BALLS list.
* 8 oz. sodas are only purchased under the most dire circumstances.
Damnit... next time I enjoy something, that most others are unaware of, I'm keeping it to myself.
Example. Club Soda. I drink about four to five cans a day once I get home. I've been extolling the virtues of CS to anyone who will listen. Now, it's always out when I try to pick up a 12 pack at Nob Hill. Club soda was forgotten until I brought it back to the mainstream.
I'm down to one can... and it's sweltering. What really infuriates me is that Whole Foods (whole paycheck to us working class folk) has the audacity to sell six pack 8 OZ CANS for TWO FUCKIN 99. That's twice the cost at three -fourths the size. Hansens natural soda*, you're on my PUNCH IN THE BALLS list.
* 8 oz. sodas are only purchased under the most dire circumstances.
