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Ever since before I moved in, [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl has had a silver torch-style floor lamp in his possession. His apartment did not come with a ceiling fixture in the living room, but there's an outlet that's somehow wired to a switch on the wall near the entryway to the living/bedroom, so that was the light source.

It was a source we feared lost about a week ago, when the thing just plumb stopped working.

It had been sort of flickering and not quite working well for a tiny bit, so we thought for sure it was just the lamp's time to go. Because of the flickering, neither of us thought that maybe perhaps there'd just been a bad bulb, perhaps just a loose wire or a dead socket. My dad is pretty handy with lamps, and he said he'd take a look next time I came over.

Friday was my last summer Friday, and I had a few things in mind of what to do with it. First and foremost was to hit my favorite dumpling joint in Chinatown. Secondly was to hang with the very excellent [livejournal.com profile] lwoodbloo, whom I hadn't seen in far too long. So, after work, I headed down and grabbed some dumplings and a scallion pancake veggie sammich, and ate them in the park nearby. Then, on my way back to the train, still a smitch hungry and feeling adventurous, I headed into a bakery nearby I'd been to before. I forget the name, but it's on Grand street, not far from Eldridge. All of the signs are in Chinese, but it's always packed and the selection is huge. I got a few goodies (after asking what was in them) and headed home to Brooklyn. (This turned out to be a bad move. Although I asked and the counter person I spoke to spoke fine English, she wasn't honest about what was in one of the buns, and I had a nice allergic reaction to shellfish. [which for me, involves a lot of barfing] Which pretty much tanked the rest of my Friday night and most of Saturday. I'm not going back there any time soon.)

A short time later I met up with [livejournal.com profile] lwoodbloo, and I picked up a lamp at Target. Not an expensive one, but enough to keep things brightly lit. I took it home, and decided to try one of the bulbs from the broken lamp in it. It didn't work. I found another bulb, and left the old lamp in its place, since it was plugged in behind a bookshelf.

When J came home the following evening he set about moving the shelves and switching the lamps around. He asked me if I'd checked the bulbs to make sure that hadn't caused the problem. I told him that I'd thought he'd checked the bulbs.

Turns out?

The old lamp was fine. It just needed new bulbs.

So we now have two lamps. Since we wanted that for the living room anyway, it's fine, but I could have accomplished that without a week of sitting in the frigging dark!

So, remember boys and girls, always, always, always check the bulbs FIRST before making any new lamp purchases. *sigh*
offbalance: (road trip)
So as some of you already know from The Book of Face, I had to take yesterday off at the last minute due to an inspection that the Housing Authority needed to do. We found out from our management company on Monday. Originally [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl was off, but at the last minute, he needed to work Friday. Fine. So, I stayed around, pissed, but waiting. The super had told J that the previous tenant had made a complaint. I had no idea how long it was going to take, but it was supposedly any time between 9 and 5. UGH. Literally minutes before they showed up at 12:30, I called the management office to hear if they'd heard anything and found out that they were in the building. Yay! (I would have been pissed if I'd taken the morning off for nothing, since Fridays I only work until 12:45, thanks to lovely lovely summer hours.) They Housing people were very nice, asked if they could come in, but laughed when I said, "Well, that's why I took today off of work!" The owner was with them, too.

It turns out? Someone had made a complaint in 1989. Yes, you read that right. 1989. At the time, the wooden kitchen floor was broken, as was the smoke detector, and there was something wrong with the kitchen window. In 2007, before J moved in, they did a gut reno of the apartment, putting in a new *tile* kitchen floor, fixing the window, and giving us a shiny new smoke detector. No one had any idea why this was all still on the books. At all. But the inspection took a grand total of 5 minutes. The Housing Authority person only asked to see the "bedroom," because he thought the smoke detector should be closer to it (it's outside the kitchen). But, when he saw that it took no more than 5 steps to get to the bedroom, since we have a studio, he laughed and said that it was fine. That's it.

After they left, I had an attack of supreme laziness. I ordered Chinese from a new place I'd been meaning to try (not bad) and watched two episodes of Doctor Who. Then I got ready and met James for Scott Pilgrim. Which was not 100% perfect, but I really enjoyed the hell out of it anyway. (Michael Cera is fun, but he has a pretty limited range. Jesse Eisenberg may be a similar type, but he's a MUCH better actor!) Also, I have to take this opportunity to apologize to [livejournal.com profile] antheia, because I totally and completely get what is so awesome about Ramona Flowers' hair now.

So, here I am, Saturday morning, 10:15 am. I have no chores to do. No, really. J did the laundry when he was off during the week. When we found out we were being inspected, we cleaned the holy hell out of the place, and it still looks awesome. I don't even have any dishes to do.

What I have to do today is as follows:
- go and buy a bday present for a party I'm attending tomorrow afternoon
- go to the drugstore
- take a book back to the library
- buy some bread to go with dinner
- make dinner

That's about it. And only the first and last things on the list will take any kind of time. I am not used to this. I am used to having 938473874 things to do on a Saturday. I'm not used to it being all laid back and crap. It's a nice feeling!
offbalance: (road trip)
So as some of you already know from The Book of Face, I had to take yesterday off at the last minute due to an inspection that the Housing Authority needed to do. We found out from our management company on Monday. Originally [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl was off, but at the last minute, he needed to work Friday. Fine. So, I stayed around, pissed, but waiting. The super had told J that the previous tenant had made a complaint. I had no idea how long it was going to take, but it was supposedly any time between 9 and 5. UGH. Literally minutes before they showed up at 12:30, I called the management office to hear if they'd heard anything and found out that they were in the building. Yay! (I would have been pissed if I'd taken the morning off for nothing, since Fridays I only work until 12:45, thanks to lovely lovely summer hours.) They Housing people were very nice, asked if they could come in, but laughed when I said, "Well, that's why I took today off of work!" The owner was with them, too.

It turns out? Someone had made a complaint in 1989. Yes, you read that right. 1989. At the time, the wooden kitchen floor was broken, as was the smoke detector, and there was something wrong with the kitchen window. In 2007, before J moved in, they did a gut reno of the apartment, putting in a new *tile* kitchen floor, fixing the window, and giving us a shiny new smoke detector. No one had any idea why this was all still on the books. At all. But the inspection took a grand total of 5 minutes. The Housing Authority person only asked to see the "bedroom," because he thought the smoke detector should be closer to it (it's outside the kitchen). But, when he saw that it took no more than 5 steps to get to the bedroom, since we have a studio, he laughed and said that it was fine. That's it.

After they left, I had an attack of supreme laziness. I ordered Chinese from a new place I'd been meaning to try (not bad) and watched two episodes of Doctor Who. Then I got ready and met James for Scott Pilgrim. Which was not 100% perfect, but I really enjoyed the hell out of it anyway. (Michael Cera is fun, but he has a pretty limited range. Jesse Eisenberg may be a similar type, but he's a MUCH better actor!) Also, I have to take this opportunity to apologize to [livejournal.com profile] antheia, because I totally and completely get what is so awesome about Ramona Flowers' hair now.

So, here I am, Saturday morning, 10:15 am. I have no chores to do. No, really. J did the laundry when he was off during the week. When we found out we were being inspected, we cleaned the holy hell out of the place, and it still looks awesome. I don't even have any dishes to do.

What I have to do today is as follows:
- go and buy a bday present for a party I'm attending tomorrow afternoon
- go to the drugstore
- take a book back to the library
- buy some bread to go with dinner
- make dinner

That's about it. And only the first and last things on the list will take any kind of time. I am not used to this. I am used to having 938473874 things to do on a Saturday. I'm not used to it being all laid back and crap. It's a nice feeling!
offbalance: (HP SOAP by Kierthos)
I think I'm on my fourth wind at this point.

Lemme summup.

Thursday night, [livejournal.com profile] redesigner and I celebrated Restaurant Week at Butter. It was...okay. Nothing terrific. I think the best thing I could say about it was that it was trendy, but tasty. (to borrow from S1, E1 of Buffy). The staff was nice and the cocktails were strong, though.

Friday was a short day (hurrah) and after a few errands, I met up with J and J's family for their birthday celebration. (J's family all has birthdays in July, except for him. He's March, like me.) It was a definite good time.

Saturday was two parties, one a birthday, one a gathering of friends. Both were excellent - full of good food, good people, and rollicking good times. All things one should have in a Saturday, really.

Sunday was a day of win and awesome. The win was for the Yankees, as I watched a fantastic pitcher's duel at the Stadium with [livejournal.com profile] trebleahead. The weather was seriously perfect, and a day it was almost a crime not to be outside. It was one of those games that causes me to be utterly baffled at people who call baseball boring. (And I was so proud of Joba!! 7 2/3 innings with 8 strikeouts and less than 100 pitches?? Attaboy!!) Afterwords, I met up with [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl, [livejournal.com profile] teany and [livejournal.com profile] selftoken for Harry Potter, which was awesome. I didn't mind too many of the story changes they'd made (there was a lot of ground to cover, after all), but I liked the story they did tell, and thought some of the shortcuts and tricks were quite clever. However: book-spoiler question )

Today, since J and I were both off, we decided to give our apartment a good straightening. It was perfectly clean (a bit disorganized, but that's what happens when you're two busy people in a small space). After several hours of hard work, however, the place looks excellent, and I'm proud of us. And now that I've had a shower, I'm going to drag my exhausted carcass to bed. I'm just glad I don't have to be back at work until Wednesday.
offbalance: (HP SOAP by Kierthos)
I think I'm on my fourth wind at this point.

Lemme summup.

Thursday night, [livejournal.com profile] redesigner and I celebrated Restaurant Week at Butter. It was...okay. Nothing terrific. I think the best thing I could say about it was that it was trendy, but tasty. (to borrow from S1, E1 of Buffy). The staff was nice and the cocktails were strong, though.

Friday was a short day (hurrah) and after a few errands, I met up with J and J's family for their birthday celebration. (J's family all has birthdays in July, except for him. He's March, like me.) It was a definite good time.

Saturday was two parties, one a birthday, one a gathering of friends. Both were excellent - full of good food, good people, and rollicking good times. All things one should have in a Saturday, really.

Sunday was a day of win and awesome. The win was for the Yankees, as I watched a fantastic pitcher's duel at the Stadium with [livejournal.com profile] trebleahead. The weather was seriously perfect, and a day it was almost a crime not to be outside. It was one of those games that causes me to be utterly baffled at people who call baseball boring. (And I was so proud of Joba!! 7 2/3 innings with 8 strikeouts and less than 100 pitches?? Attaboy!!) Afterwords, I met up with [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl, [livejournal.com profile] teany and [livejournal.com profile] selftoken for Harry Potter, which was awesome. I didn't mind too many of the story changes they'd made (there was a lot of ground to cover, after all), but I liked the story they did tell, and thought some of the shortcuts and tricks were quite clever. However: book-spoiler question )

Today, since J and I were both off, we decided to give our apartment a good straightening. It was perfectly clean (a bit disorganized, but that's what happens when you're two busy people in a small space). After several hours of hard work, however, the place looks excellent, and I'm proud of us. And now that I've had a shower, I'm going to drag my exhausted carcass to bed. I'm just glad I don't have to be back at work until Wednesday.
offbalance: (road trip)
Today was awesome. Today I did absolutely nothing, and it was everything I hoped it would be.

Well, I didn't do much, anyway. I took a book back to the library, browsed the Flatbush Food Co-Op, because unlike The People's Republic of Food Co-Op in Park Slope, they'll let you in and even shop there if you're not a member! Crazy! Then it started to pour and I went home.

[livejournal.com profile] angelicillusion was kind enough to provide me with a recipe for fried rice this week. I have gotten the hang of making decent rice in [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl's rice cooker, but I made too much this time. So I tried the recipe, and since I had forgotten to eat until then, I ate a bunch of it. And it was delicious.

Then I laid around and stared at tv. I may have watched and really enjoyed a movie that was a sequel to another movie about 4 girls who share a pair of pants. And possibly enjoyed it as much as I did the previous film that I may or may not have seen. (But uh, yeah. If you're a fan of Sisterhood? It's so worth seeing.)

But that's about it. And you know what? It felt great. It's been a busy couple of weeks, and I needed a rest. Work was crazy all week (understandable for the time of year) and travel always knocks me out, so I was dragging by yesterday. But I got to see [livejournal.com profile] redesigner, which is always excellent.

Now I am waiting for J to get home so I can get his input on dinner. I'll make something, even if it's a phone call.
offbalance: (road trip)
Today was awesome. Today I did absolutely nothing, and it was everything I hoped it would be.

Well, I didn't do much, anyway. I took a book back to the library, browsed the Flatbush Food Co-Op, because unlike The People's Republic of Food Co-Op in Park Slope, they'll let you in and even shop there if you're not a member! Crazy! Then it started to pour and I went home.

[livejournal.com profile] angelicillusion was kind enough to provide me with a recipe for fried rice this week. I have gotten the hang of making decent rice in [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl's rice cooker, but I made too much this time. So I tried the recipe, and since I had forgotten to eat until then, I ate a bunch of it. And it was delicious.

Then I laid around and stared at tv. I may have watched and really enjoyed a movie that was a sequel to another movie about 4 girls who share a pair of pants. And possibly enjoyed it as much as I did the previous film that I may or may not have seen. (But uh, yeah. If you're a fan of Sisterhood? It's so worth seeing.)

But that's about it. And you know what? It felt great. It's been a busy couple of weeks, and I needed a rest. Work was crazy all week (understandable for the time of year) and travel always knocks me out, so I was dragging by yesterday. But I got to see [livejournal.com profile] redesigner, which is always excellent.

Now I am waiting for J to get home so I can get his input on dinner. I'll make something, even if it's a phone call.
offbalance: (angry willow)
SO, we have no hot water in the building. Haven't for more than 24 hours. There's been no signage posted promising relief, and no assurances that it will be taken care of soon. I called 311 and apparently, several other complaints have been made by people in my building. Which is good. I've met several neighbors informally, and none of them seem to have any hesitation when it comes to calling the cops or the city if something isn't taken care of. The woman I met in the elevator last night seemed like she wanted to kick in the super's door and drag him down the basement to fix the boiler, and I don't blame her one bit. :P Calls to our management company have gone unanswered. Ugh.

I'm trying to gather my bravery to go and shower. [livejournal.com profile] reppep's birthday party is this afternoon, and I can not face people without showering. I keep hoping the water will get turned back on, but I'm guessing the management won't do a damn thing until tomorrow, if we're lucky. I truly wish I had someone I could berate for this, but as usual, no dice.

Update: Incredible Boyfriend heated some hot water, which helped a little. But on the whole, that cold shower only served to make me even angrier at these lazy, incompetent bastards. Someone will pay for this, oh yes they will.
offbalance: (angry willow)
SO, we have no hot water in the building. Haven't for more than 24 hours. There's been no signage posted promising relief, and no assurances that it will be taken care of soon. I called 311 and apparently, several other complaints have been made by people in my building. Which is good. I've met several neighbors informally, and none of them seem to have any hesitation when it comes to calling the cops or the city if something isn't taken care of. The woman I met in the elevator last night seemed like she wanted to kick in the super's door and drag him down the basement to fix the boiler, and I don't blame her one bit. :P Calls to our management company have gone unanswered. Ugh.

I'm trying to gather my bravery to go and shower. [livejournal.com profile] reppep's birthday party is this afternoon, and I can not face people without showering. I keep hoping the water will get turned back on, but I'm guessing the management won't do a damn thing until tomorrow, if we're lucky. I truly wish I had someone I could berate for this, but as usual, no dice.

Update: Incredible Boyfriend heated some hot water, which helped a little. But on the whole, that cold shower only served to make me even angrier at these lazy, incompetent bastards. Someone will pay for this, oh yes they will.
offbalance: (pigeons by quodlibetic)
Firstly, a very happy birthday to my very dear [livejournal.com profile] whtegrlwthehair. Love you darling! *mwah*

Secondly, oh, what a night last night. If you've been around long enough, you remember the pigeon incident, but last night was up there on my list of All-Time Wackiest Apartment Shenanegains.

I had dinner with the folks. It was lovely. On my way home, I get a call from [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl, who tells me there's a stray cat roaming our hallway in our building, and to be aware of it when I come home, as he's not sure what's going on with it. Greaaaat. So, I tell him I will, then head in.

When I get to our floor, I see J in the hall with a sheepish look on his face, and the recycling bin next to him. Our door is open.

"What happened?"
"Um, well, I thought I heard people messing with the cat, and I wanted to make sure they weren't, so I opened the door, and...the cat got inside of our apartment."
"WHAT?!"
"And I don't know where it went."
"WHAT?! @&*#$%*&$*&"

So, the next 10 minutes or so, we ransack our apartment, turn over everything, look in every corner and crevice big or small enough to possibly fit a cat. Nothing. I even roamed the halls, looking for proof of J's hypothesis that the cat had doubled back out the door. Nada.

Eventually, we found it. It was huddled in the back of our fridge, in the open part where the motor is. We tried to coax it out. We tried to scare it out. We even tried to annoy it out. Nothing. The Cat Would Not Move. I was concerned that the reason it was not moving was because it was ill, so we discussed what to do. Since it was 11:30 at this point, I knew calling Animal Control was a fruitless exercise. So I did the only other thing I could think of: I called [livejournal.com profile] redstapler and my Mom.

See, for the uninitiated, [livejournal.com profile] redstapler's roommate [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat is what you might call an Animal Whisperer. She has an amazing way with furry creatures great and small, and I prayed that she would be able to figure out what to do. Thankfully, she was home, and willing to come help us. At this point, J barricaded me in the bedroom (considering my eyes were swelling a touch and my throat was getting tight and scratchy) and held on to my phone, in case [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat needed to call. J called me to fill me in on what the cat was doing, using a voice that sounded like the dude who does the play-by-play of golf on TV.

"The cat has stuck its paws outside of the fridge...and I think...yes! It's head as well! It's coming out...no, it's back in again. It's moving...it's halfway out! It can get out!" (that had been a concern at first).

[livejournal.com profile] gaztherat arrives, and the cat bolts again. Since we were smart enough to close almost every door in our place (bedroom, closets, etc), the cat could have only gone so many places. J and [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat eventually found it in the bathroom, cowering between the vanity and tub.

This is the cat.

It let [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat pick it up, and seemed happy to be held (it didn't even squirm). It was friendly and socialized, and didn't seem to be (too) afraid of people. As you can see, it has a very sweet face. I would have loved to keep it, but I'm super-addicted to this whole breathing thing, so no go there. (Oh, and my eyes not swelling shut. I'm such a bitch, I know.)

We're wondering if it's not a runaway so much as a throwaway, because of how friendly and lost it seemed. It was eventually decided that E should take the cat back to the place where she works, where they will check it out and hopefully adopt it out. That is, if no one claims her from the posters J and I are going to make up and post later. We gave [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat some beer for her trouble, but we were all happy that this little ninja cat will in all liklihood find a nice home one way or the other.

J and I finally made it to sleep around 1:30, after he posted his version of events.

If you're in the area and in the market for a nice cat, I will pass your info along.

Things are never boring, are they?
offbalance: (pigeons by quodlibetic)
Firstly, a very happy birthday to my very dear [livejournal.com profile] whtegrlwthehair. Love you darling! *mwah*

Secondly, oh, what a night last night. If you've been around long enough, you remember the pigeon incident, but last night was up there on my list of All-Time Wackiest Apartment Shenanegains.

I had dinner with the folks. It was lovely. On my way home, I get a call from [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl, who tells me there's a stray cat roaming our hallway in our building, and to be aware of it when I come home, as he's not sure what's going on with it. Greaaaat. So, I tell him I will, then head in.

When I get to our floor, I see J in the hall with a sheepish look on his face, and the recycling bin next to him. Our door is open.

"What happened?"
"Um, well, I thought I heard people messing with the cat, and I wanted to make sure they weren't, so I opened the door, and...the cat got inside of our apartment."
"WHAT?!"
"And I don't know where it went."
"WHAT?! @&*#$%*&$*&"

So, the next 10 minutes or so, we ransack our apartment, turn over everything, look in every corner and crevice big or small enough to possibly fit a cat. Nothing. I even roamed the halls, looking for proof of J's hypothesis that the cat had doubled back out the door. Nada.

Eventually, we found it. It was huddled in the back of our fridge, in the open part where the motor is. We tried to coax it out. We tried to scare it out. We even tried to annoy it out. Nothing. The Cat Would Not Move. I was concerned that the reason it was not moving was because it was ill, so we discussed what to do. Since it was 11:30 at this point, I knew calling Animal Control was a fruitless exercise. So I did the only other thing I could think of: I called [livejournal.com profile] redstapler and my Mom.

See, for the uninitiated, [livejournal.com profile] redstapler's roommate [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat is what you might call an Animal Whisperer. She has an amazing way with furry creatures great and small, and I prayed that she would be able to figure out what to do. Thankfully, she was home, and willing to come help us. At this point, J barricaded me in the bedroom (considering my eyes were swelling a touch and my throat was getting tight and scratchy) and held on to my phone, in case [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat needed to call. J called me to fill me in on what the cat was doing, using a voice that sounded like the dude who does the play-by-play of golf on TV.

"The cat has stuck its paws outside of the fridge...and I think...yes! It's head as well! It's coming out...no, it's back in again. It's moving...it's halfway out! It can get out!" (that had been a concern at first).

[livejournal.com profile] gaztherat arrives, and the cat bolts again. Since we were smart enough to close almost every door in our place (bedroom, closets, etc), the cat could have only gone so many places. J and [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat eventually found it in the bathroom, cowering between the vanity and tub.

This is the cat.

It let [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat pick it up, and seemed happy to be held (it didn't even squirm). It was friendly and socialized, and didn't seem to be (too) afraid of people. As you can see, it has a very sweet face. I would have loved to keep it, but I'm super-addicted to this whole breathing thing, so no go there. (Oh, and my eyes not swelling shut. I'm such a bitch, I know.)

We're wondering if it's not a runaway so much as a throwaway, because of how friendly and lost it seemed. It was eventually decided that E should take the cat back to the place where she works, where they will check it out and hopefully adopt it out. That is, if no one claims her from the posters J and I are going to make up and post later. We gave [livejournal.com profile] gaztherat some beer for her trouble, but we were all happy that this little ninja cat will in all liklihood find a nice home one way or the other.

J and I finally made it to sleep around 1:30, after he posted his version of events.

If you're in the area and in the market for a nice cat, I will pass your info along.

Things are never boring, are they?
offbalance: (Garden State by sensibility)
Man, I am so proud of myself. This weekend was awesome in terms of productivity. If I'd had drawers to put papers in, I'd be completely unpacked. Since I don't, I still have three boxes. I also need to find a place to hide put my photo albums, but I'll find a place for those in due time. Still, pictures are up, closet is organized, books are on shelves, and I'm typing this from my desk. Like I said, proud of me.

I also found time to watch some movies that I had from the library (Adam's Rib and Pat & Mike, two old Hepburn-Tracy films I hadn't seen. Rib was awesome, Pat & Mike hasn't aged all that well.)

On Valentine's Day, J took me out to a fantastic restaurant called Kurve. I still have to type up my yelp review, but the food was awesome, the prix fix was offered, not forced (and a good deal), and everything was superb, particularly the cocktails. Methinks that some upcoming dinner plans will be steered here. It was a lovely evening, with a swinging jazz band that I'd love to introduce to the organizers of Dances of Vice, and many, many presents. Dear God, that man spoils me. Not only did I get a whole bagload of Clinique, he ALSO got me a pair of noise-canceling headphones that I've only wanted for like, forever. (This is not including the box of chocolate he got me the night before). There was much squeeing. I'll let him talk about his V-day experience. :)

Sunday was more unpacking and a fairly eventful trip to Target. The Brooklyn College location remains superior to Atlantic, but getting home on the bus with a granny cart full of heavy things was shenanegains personified. Oof. After that, though, I successfully roasted a chicken for the very first time. [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl insists it was tasty, and as a fellow eater, I have to agree I didn't completely screw it up. Then we watched the L-Word, and I got to yell obscenities at Jenny for an hour. Fun.

Today I went into the city. I made a stop in Chinatown for some bakery treats, a stop at Bed Bath & Beyond for hooks and hangers of different varieties, and popped by to visit [livejournal.com profile] quasisonic, who had to work today. All in all, it was eventful. But I do feel quite accomplished at everything that I've gotten done, and I feel nicely settled in.

Too bad I have to go back to work tomorrow. I was getting used to this whole "sleeping past 9 thing." Alas. (Well, not completely. I'm happy that I *have* a job to go to tomorrow. Eep. Let no suggestion exist to the contrary!)
offbalance: (Garden State by sensibility)
Man, I am so proud of myself. This weekend was awesome in terms of productivity. If I'd had drawers to put papers in, I'd be completely unpacked. Since I don't, I still have three boxes. I also need to find a place to hide put my photo albums, but I'll find a place for those in due time. Still, pictures are up, closet is organized, books are on shelves, and I'm typing this from my desk. Like I said, proud of me.

I also found time to watch some movies that I had from the library (Adam's Rib and Pat & Mike, two old Hepburn-Tracy films I hadn't seen. Rib was awesome, Pat & Mike hasn't aged all that well.)

On Valentine's Day, J took me out to a fantastic restaurant called Kurve. I still have to type up my yelp review, but the food was awesome, the prix fix was offered, not forced (and a good deal), and everything was superb, particularly the cocktails. Methinks that some upcoming dinner plans will be steered here. It was a lovely evening, with a swinging jazz band that I'd love to introduce to the organizers of Dances of Vice, and many, many presents. Dear God, that man spoils me. Not only did I get a whole bagload of Clinique, he ALSO got me a pair of noise-canceling headphones that I've only wanted for like, forever. (This is not including the box of chocolate he got me the night before). There was much squeeing. I'll let him talk about his V-day experience. :)

Sunday was more unpacking and a fairly eventful trip to Target. The Brooklyn College location remains superior to Atlantic, but getting home on the bus with a granny cart full of heavy things was shenanegains personified. Oof. After that, though, I successfully roasted a chicken for the very first time. [livejournal.com profile] j_bkl insists it was tasty, and as a fellow eater, I have to agree I didn't completely screw it up. Then we watched the L-Word, and I got to yell obscenities at Jenny for an hour. Fun.

Today I went into the city. I made a stop in Chinatown for some bakery treats, a stop at Bed Bath & Beyond for hooks and hangers of different varieties, and popped by to visit [livejournal.com profile] quasisonic, who had to work today. All in all, it was eventful. But I do feel quite accomplished at everything that I've gotten done, and I feel nicely settled in.

Too bad I have to go back to work tomorrow. I was getting used to this whole "sleeping past 9 thing." Alas. (Well, not completely. I'm happy that I *have* a job to go to tomorrow. Eep. Let no suggestion exist to the contrary!)

Auuuuuugh.

Jan. 17th, 2009 05:09 pm
offbalance: (Bridget fuuuuuuck by iamjoey)
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate packing? BECAUSE I DO!

I hate moving, too. It's stressful. Even when you have amazingly awesome friends like [livejournal.com profile] lwoodbloo who do you monumental favors and help you out. Because it's just so incomprehensible - the moving things from one place to another. And time consuming. And oh, did I mention stressful? Because it's that, too.

That, and my stuff is breeding in seekrit behind closed doors. True story.

Auuuuuugh.

Jan. 17th, 2009 05:09 pm
offbalance: (Bridget fuuuuuuck by iamjoey)
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate packing? BECAUSE I DO!

I hate moving, too. It's stressful. Even when you have amazingly awesome friends like [livejournal.com profile] lwoodbloo who do you monumental favors and help you out. Because it's just so incomprehensible - the moving things from one place to another. And time consuming. And oh, did I mention stressful? Because it's that, too.

That, and my stuff is breeding in seekrit behind closed doors. True story.
offbalance: (road trip)
So, it was a pretty good weekend.

Friday was pure insanity. After working late on my summer Friday (::grumble growl mumble grumble::) but getting paid time and a half for it (yaye!), I ran home after running some errands, to shower and get all prettified to meet up with [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty, [livejournal.com profile] newzlynn and my friend Maya for our semi-regular Friday ritual of McCabe's and Crif Dogs. Only to discover that my shower? In pieces. Because it was improperly installed, it was flooding the 3rd floor, so they had to re-do it. It was supposed to be done a few weeks prior, but was delayed for a few reasons. Then, Friday was the only day the work could be started, so. At least, my landlady allowed us to use her bathroom in her own unfinished apartment in the meanwhile. The problem? She had forgotten to unlock the door, so cut to me running around for half an hour, and explaining/complaining to her confused husband about why I needed a shower NOW and he needed to let me in NOW, etc. I spoke to my landlady after I had showered and calmed down, and she said not to worry about it, and apologized profusely about the scheduling snafu. But still? So not on. Give a sister a chance to plan, man. I mean, really. This should all be over and done with by tomorrow, thank the powers.

Then there was alcohol and fried things and hot dogs and friends, so the evening vastly improved. We were later joined by [livejournal.com profile] leopard_lady & Sir Shakenfist, [livejournal.com profile] antheia, and a delegation of fangirls that I sadly didn't get to talk to at all, really. But it was a good time, and it was awesome to get to see [livejournal.com profile] newzlynn again after so long, as she's all kinds of awesome.

Saturday morning, my body decided that 6:35 was an EXCELLENT time to wake up. And fully awake, too. I only realized how frigging early it was after I'd been to the bathroom and potched around some. Le sigh. So I took it as an opportunity to watch Hex and tackle the first drawer in what will be heretofore known as The Great Purge of '06. If I hate it, it goes. It's not practical to hang onto otherwise. I did my shirts, and it really felt amazing to just toss things. I'm eager to tackle the next bits.

Saturday and Sunday were spent at the beach. I was concerned that when we had that utterly crap weather a few weeks back that my money would be wasted, but after this weekend, I feel like I've been on vacation, so if the summer holds up its end, I have a feeling this will be money well spent. I swam, I walked on the beach, I sat in the sun by the pool (under my spiffy new chair umbrella), read my book, talked and talked and talked to my mom, and groaned in agony at the Yankees with my dad. Also, I'd like to take the opportunity to wish my dad a happy fathers day (belated only on LJ!), because he's truly a wonderful and terrific father, and someone I genuinely like and like spending time with. I love you, Dad. :D

And now, back to the working.
offbalance: (road trip)
So, it was a pretty good weekend.

Friday was pure insanity. After working late on my summer Friday (::grumble growl mumble grumble::) but getting paid time and a half for it (yaye!), I ran home after running some errands, to shower and get all prettified to meet up with [livejournal.com profile] blergeatkitty, [livejournal.com profile] newzlynn and my friend Maya for our semi-regular Friday ritual of McCabe's and Crif Dogs. Only to discover that my shower? In pieces. Because it was improperly installed, it was flooding the 3rd floor, so they had to re-do it. It was supposed to be done a few weeks prior, but was delayed for a few reasons. Then, Friday was the only day the work could be started, so. At least, my landlady allowed us to use her bathroom in her own unfinished apartment in the meanwhile. The problem? She had forgotten to unlock the door, so cut to me running around for half an hour, and explaining/complaining to her confused husband about why I needed a shower NOW and he needed to let me in NOW, etc. I spoke to my landlady after I had showered and calmed down, and she said not to worry about it, and apologized profusely about the scheduling snafu. But still? So not on. Give a sister a chance to plan, man. I mean, really. This should all be over and done with by tomorrow, thank the powers.

Then there was alcohol and fried things and hot dogs and friends, so the evening vastly improved. We were later joined by [livejournal.com profile] leopard_lady & Sir Shakenfist, [livejournal.com profile] antheia, and a delegation of fangirls that I sadly didn't get to talk to at all, really. But it was a good time, and it was awesome to get to see [livejournal.com profile] newzlynn again after so long, as she's all kinds of awesome.

Saturday morning, my body decided that 6:35 was an EXCELLENT time to wake up. And fully awake, too. I only realized how frigging early it was after I'd been to the bathroom and potched around some. Le sigh. So I took it as an opportunity to watch Hex and tackle the first drawer in what will be heretofore known as The Great Purge of '06. If I hate it, it goes. It's not practical to hang onto otherwise. I did my shirts, and it really felt amazing to just toss things. I'm eager to tackle the next bits.

Saturday and Sunday were spent at the beach. I was concerned that when we had that utterly crap weather a few weeks back that my money would be wasted, but after this weekend, I feel like I've been on vacation, so if the summer holds up its end, I have a feeling this will be money well spent. I swam, I walked on the beach, I sat in the sun by the pool (under my spiffy new chair umbrella), read my book, talked and talked and talked to my mom, and groaned in agony at the Yankees with my dad. Also, I'd like to take the opportunity to wish my dad a happy fathers day (belated only on LJ!), because he's truly a wonderful and terrific father, and someone I genuinely like and like spending time with. I love you, Dad. :D

And now, back to the working.
offbalance: (Susan the Gentle by Vanilla_pixie)
Yesterday I discovered an idea which could easily be developed into the sequel to Snakes on a Plane. After defeating the snakes on the plane, Samuel L. Jackson returns home, thinking he's in for a quiet evening. Only then does he discover his new enemy:

PIGEONS IN THE LIVING ROOM!!!

I had a similar adventure yesterday morning. Our garbage can finally died, so we bought a new one. I was waiting for the can to be full before I put the new one to use, and that happened Sunday morning as I was cleaning. I went into the living room to get the new can, and found myself staring at a pigeon, who was sitting on the back of one of the dining room chairs. . Instinctively, my reaction as a New Yorker was to scream "WHAT THE FUCK?!" at the top of my lungs. This startled the SECOND pigeon, who was hanging out atop a bookshelf and out of my field of view. After a litany of f-bombs, I ran to my sister's room, and knocked on the door. She, half awake, opened it.

As calmly as I could manage, I said to her: "Laura, there are pigeons in the living room. I need help." Suddenly she was awake,alert, and ready. [livejournal.com profile] writergal78 also came out of her room to see what was going on, and I told her to get the broom. Puck and Laura ran into the living room, opened the front window and managed to get one of the birds out before Amy came in with the broom, which Puck and Laura used to get the other bird out. My contribution was cowering in the doorway yelling "Motherfucking PIGEONS in the living room!! PIGEONS in my living room!!!" and my personal favorite, "Get these Avain Flu motherfuckers OUT of my house!!"

(Laura insists that were she the one that made the surprise discovery, I would have been the one dealing with it instead of freaking out. She said that having a minute or two to process the information makes it easier. She's very nice, isn't she?)

Apparently, the visit was caused by a window left open overnight (we don't have screens). We got off light, considering there was almost no pidgeon poo anywhere and nothing was knocked over or broken. However, I still prefer OUTSIDE stuff to stay away from the INSIDE. *shudder*

Yeah. So, how was your weekend?

What a way to start a Sunday. Thankfully it was followed by a lovely brunch by [livejournal.com profile] antheia of bangers, potatoes, scrambled eggs and silly movies.

Right now I'm working away and so is my new temp. He's SO nice, and seems like he knows what he's doing. Ahh, blss.
offbalance: (Susan the Gentle by Vanilla_pixie)
Yesterday I discovered an idea which could easily be developed into the sequel to Snakes on a Plane. After defeating the snakes on the plane, Samuel L. Jackson returns home, thinking he's in for a quiet evening. Only then does he discover his new enemy:

PIGEONS IN THE LIVING ROOM!!!

I had a similar adventure yesterday morning. Our garbage can finally died, so we bought a new one. I was waiting for the can to be full before I put the new one to use, and that happened Sunday morning as I was cleaning. I went into the living room to get the new can, and found myself staring at a pigeon, who was sitting on the back of one of the dining room chairs. . Instinctively, my reaction as a New Yorker was to scream "WHAT THE FUCK?!" at the top of my lungs. This startled the SECOND pigeon, who was hanging out atop a bookshelf and out of my field of view. After a litany of f-bombs, I ran to my sister's room, and knocked on the door. She, half awake, opened it.

As calmly as I could manage, I said to her: "Laura, there are pigeons in the living room. I need help." Suddenly she was awake,alert, and ready. [livejournal.com profile] writergal78 also came out of her room to see what was going on, and I told her to get the broom. Puck and Laura ran into the living room, opened the front window and managed to get one of the birds out before Amy came in with the broom, which Puck and Laura used to get the other bird out. My contribution was cowering in the doorway yelling "Motherfucking PIGEONS in the living room!! PIGEONS in my living room!!!" and my personal favorite, "Get these Avain Flu motherfuckers OUT of my house!!"

(Laura insists that were she the one that made the surprise discovery, I would have been the one dealing with it instead of freaking out. She said that having a minute or two to process the information makes it easier. She's very nice, isn't she?)

Apparently, the visit was caused by a window left open overnight (we don't have screens). We got off light, considering there was almost no pidgeon poo anywhere and nothing was knocked over or broken. However, I still prefer OUTSIDE stuff to stay away from the INSIDE. *shudder*

Yeah. So, how was your weekend?

What a way to start a Sunday. Thankfully it was followed by a lovely brunch by [livejournal.com profile] antheia of bangers, potatoes, scrambled eggs and silly movies.

Right now I'm working away and so is my new temp. He's SO nice, and seems like he knows what he's doing. Ahh, blss.
offbalance: (Claire & coffee)
It's all back. Hallelujah.

The tech had to completely re-run the wiring, but it's all back now. ::happy sigh::

EXCEPT!

Our DVR is dead. *headdesk* So I have to go and get a new dvr box sometime during my day off on Wednesday. But I can live with that. I have the internet. I have the tv. Everything is working the way it should, but better.
It's still better than being back in the damned dark ages, though.

(I could have lived without the 7 or 8 trips of running up and down my 4 flights of stairs, but that's life.)

And now, a shower. And then I'm going to finish watching my tape of Bones.

To all the Arrested Development fans out there, my most sincere condolences. You fought the good fight.

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