Well, here I am, hanging in my new pad (map) while the TV guy is trying to make the satellite work. Satellite! Ooo! Now I can ignore even more channels. Tonight I will perform some sort of ritual to consecrate this soon-to-be-hallowed ground. There’s only one beer left, though, and it’s a long way to get more. Having the grocery store so far away is enough to drive a man to liquor.
I’m not sure the satellite guy really knows what he’s doing. He’s just fiddling with the buttons and the remote control, when the connector on the cable is broken. He’s just spinning through the channels that get no signal. He’s on 189 now. Every once in a while he finds a channel that works, though.
OK, he’s gone now, but the non-satellite channels still work, and now I’m sitting in the comfy chair, sipping a frosty Budvar, watching professional hockey. Yep, that’s right. Sparta’s up 1-0 in the first period. It took me a while to figure out which team was which; there are so many corporate logos on the uniforms there’s not much room for the team identity. It looks like a contest between Siemens Mobile VW Hi-Tec (all the players are named Ferrari) and TCHAS Buska Vjačka (all the players are names Dalkia). The refs are all named ARC impex, all are members of team Skoda, and they have Aquasoft written across their butts. The ice itself looks like it belongs in NASCAR.
But it’s hockey. Right now they’re skating 4 on 3. It’s been a very physical game.
As far as things around the house go, the appliances are definitely used, but the cabinets and countertop are new. The kitchen faucet is a trip. When you turn it on you can hear water running somewhere. A trickle starts, and eventually there is decent flow. That’s when you turn it off. Water will continue to flow for quite a while as the water that had been filling the pipe drains out. Nutty. Shower works as advertised (note to self: towels).
I figured out how to have the temp go down at night to save on heating bills. This morning I am appreciating how long it takes for the temps to recover. (Note to self: house shoes). It’s going to take extra tea (note to self: kettle) in the morning to get me going. I still plan to let it get pretty chilly in here at night (note to self: extra blankets), at least until guests arrive (note to self: extra extra blankets). The fridge (note to self: food) keeps the beer (note to self: more beer) cold but the freezer (note to self: cleaning supplies) is untested.
Since 05-05-05 is right around the corner, I’ve been assessing how many guests I can host at once. The answer: a lot, as long as they’re short. So please, when you send me your reservations, tell me how tall you are. Remember: in this case, short is good!
New Piker Press is out today. My bit this week is better than last week’s.
Not that last week’s sucked, it was just a simpler mood piece. This one’s nonfiction! Imagine that!
Ouch. Sorry to be a, so to speak, piker, but right there in the first sentence — “dessert” instead of “desert.”
Still looking for either dessert or desert, and assuming you did some editing after you got a comment. Naughty, naughty.
Meanwhile, oh the satellite woes. We’ve had some heavy snow at Five-O’clock Somewhere, and I’m afraid it’s thrown our dish off-target. First, we had some ice and snow that destroyed the connector between the dish and the house wiring. Then we got a new connector, and the receiver and dish are communicating with each other perfectly, but the dish is getting only a weak signal from Satellite 119W, and no signal at all from Satellite 110W. Fortunately, the dish installer left us a comprehensive instruction manual with which we can probably re-aim the dish. We just didn’t want to try that this weekend in the snowstorm.
Meanwhile, I love the pics. Sorry I didn’t get online sooner to see them, but there was a power outage at Five O’Clock Somewhere that addled the computer’s brain — it has stopped communicating with the mouse or the keyboard. (That computer has always had trouble commuincating with peripherals — it never recognized the UPS no matter which port we plugged it into, and it seldom recognized the scanner — so my guess is that when the power went out, the UPS’ attempt to communicate with it addled it so thoroughly that it stopped communicating with the mouse and keyboard (and yes, I’ve tried plugging in a different mouse to see whether anything changed, and nothing did. There wasn’t a spare keyboard to plug in, but I expect the results would have been the same).)
Anyhow, something else I’ve wanted to alert people to, but haven’t been able to sign onto the blog to tell — Since last Wednesday, the tune stuck in my head has been “Total Eclipse of the Heart.” If my previous stuck-in-the-head episodes have been prophetic, maybe this one is, too.
piker press won’t let me in.
the new photo album is awesome, I feel like i’m on vacation. I may have to switch out your crater lake photo in my wallpaper for an update. S’okay?
Fixed the link above to Piker press, but it seems to be down right now.
Yeah, desert, dessert. Nothing I can do about it now, as far as I know. That was a part I added right before submission. I should have slept on it for a night and reread. Didn’t.
The editor over there is pretty stressed right now, so there’s not much review for the nitty-gritty stuff. I’ll try to be better in the future.
Jesse, as far as the pic goes, no prob. I have higher resolution versions, so if you tell me which one you want to use I’ll pass you the big daddy.
Haiku for Jer’s Place
Couches filled with folk
Cinquo de Mayo is here
Which way to the beer?