My head is humming, and it won't go...

Ok, so back from the land of Oranges and NO GAS STATIONS. A general rundown of all the events of the two weeks is very unnecessay, but a few of the highlights might be in order. Sets "Highlight Reel #1" onto player, toggle switch.
So, after a week of slave labor in an unconditioned convention center (in an atmosphere that would make Tatooine look like Club Med), we proceeded to actually work the convention. At the end of the first day, my company has it's special celebration for all of our customers. This party is renowned around the industry. Especially since it is held at the House of Blues and includes AN OPEN BAR. A TOP SHELF OPEN BAR. I really don't need to go into too much detail as to what kind of condition I was in at the end of the night. Especially since I CAN'T. I have complete memory loss for the last hour or two, sponsored in large part by Jose Cuervo. Boy, do I hate tequila. Of course, when someone decided to shots and I announced this fact:
"Want a shot?"
"Sure, just not tequila"
"OK, here"
"What is it?"
"It's good"

When someone doesn't answer the question of "What is it?", you know it's whatever you don't want. I'm adding that to my personal wisdom. Consider it a trademarked statement.

Anyway, so I take the shot, and then spend the next 10 minutes trying not to bring it back up. Then the night got fuzzy. I do know that I called our CA salesperson a bitch (nicest lady I know), smalk-talked to a waitress, and danced HORRIBLY. Oh, and then puked on myself on the way home. Still, no naked leg-humping, so I call the night a success.

"Highlight Reel #2"

Ok, so I drop NAte and Oudom off at the airport, then turn the Durango rental towards Cape Canavarel. You see, that thing that no one cares about anymore - The motherfuckin' SPACE SHUTTLE - is sitting at a launch pad. And I saw the chance to realize a boyhood dream. So, I pass a sign marked "Cape Canavarel - 26 mi." The console in the Durango informs me I have 16 miles until empty. hmmm..... This looks bad. Especially with me only having 3 hours until I have to be back at the airport. So I take the next exit and head towards a gas station. 5 miles on, no gas station, 8 miles, still no gas station. At this point I'm shaking my fist (at who I have no idea) and feeling sick to my stomach, envisioning the molester that would rush to my aid in exchange for things which is not in my best interest to mention. Then, 12 miles in, I get lucky. A gas station. YES!! so, I pull in before noticing that the PUMPS HAVE BEEN REMOVED. damn it. Still, a block later there's a functioning gas station, but - putting our math skills to use - 16- 12 = 4 miles left in that tank. That was a whole lot of not fun right there. Oh, yeah, so I did make it to Cape Canavarel, but the only way to see the space shuttle was on a 2 1/2 hour bus tour. One that would have had me miss my plane. bitch.

SO those were the two big events, the rest was rather boring. It's sad that I have to come back from Orlando and need a vacation.

Current music: Stripes, Foo, Tahiti 80. Current reading: Chronicles of Narnia (still); finished Curious Incident of the dog at night - another good recommendation from the father-unit. Current lusts: Batman Begins at IMAX, PSP, Pirates! for Xbox, The Right Stuff DVD, Jennifer Connelly.

There was something in the air that night... Orlando!

Above was sung to Abba's "Fernando", by the way.

OK, anywho, not much has been going on - well besides my continued pissy streak - but wanted to pop in as tomorrow I head to Orlando for the Clean Show. fun fun. Of course, thanks to me NOT thinking things through, I did not cash my check properly, so will NOT be sporting a PSP on the way south. The inner me is shaking with fury.
But now I face a dilemna... do I bring ANY videogames at all? I mean, usually there is no time to partake, especially with all the boozing and working (in reverse order sadly), but to be SANS a "digital entertainment system" for two whole weeks? YIKES. Yes, I could take the GBA, and it might go, but I bought Tracy the new Warioware, so I may not be able to pull it out of her hands. I'm still considering dragging an Xbox along, but I was celebrating the fact that I didn't have to transfer any tools, and that thing is HEAVY. Plus, if I did, Nate would know and insist on playing NCAA football on it non-stop. So, there I am. Will I survive the trip without purchasing a PSP? The thought of me avoiding tempation is a laugh.

Anywho, back to the grind. I've got a hell of a lot more stuff to take care of then I'm admitting, so...
Ciao!

Tension has passed...

Well, the trouble with the landlord selling our residence from under us still exists, but I am MUCh less cranky today. Maybe it helps that I drained two beers at noon? No, I doubt it...
I worry about my stress levels as of late, as I seem to become very tense and tightly-wound at the drop of a pin. I've often had a temper, but it has never been as bad as it is right now. I guess everything is finally getting to me, maybe this is me growing up - you know, actually caring about stuff. The only thing good (?) about my temprement is that I can usually let it all slip away once the tension has passed, but again, lately I have been having more trouble doing so. I've even found myself comtemplating smoking pot, but the memories of dimmness that still remain from high school and late teens keeps me from it. I appreciate that many people have a recreational drug habit, and that they can continue to function their normal lives, but it's just not for me. I'm paranoied enough so as it is, and I don't need any of that to compound the paranoia. Plus, I really do feel stupid two days later. It always happens. ANd my brain and me, we're friends, see.

So anyway, the REAL reason for this post was just to keep the ball rolling, just keep writing at a normal interval. So let's see, currently reading: Chronicles of Narnia. Currently listening to: Dusty in Memphis.Currently lusting after: PSP, Next George R.R. Martin book, and the coldplay and White Stripes albums.

HOW TO BE A LANDLORD IN TWO EASY STEPS

STEP 1: Make all kinds of promises to the tenants. This is especially important during the initial move in stage to properly lift their spirits. (i.e. "Oh, we'll be fixing the place up." or, "Don't worry, we won't sell the place")

STEP 2: Proceed to properly screw said tenants. (i.e. Do nothing to the house, especially when the heater breaks in the middle of winter, put up a "For Sale" sign two months after tenant moves in).

Ok, so yeah, this is a rewrite of the post I lost. That last post doesn't do justice to how pissed I am to have lost that one.
Anyway, I was watching the end of "The Life Aquatic" (I put it above "Royal Tannenbaums" in the Anderson lineup), when we noticed shadows in front of the window. I peeked out of the front door two see two young men zip-tying a Prudential sign to the front step railing. I'm not sure if I imagined it or not, but I'm pretty sure they were laughing evil devil-inspired laughs while a big, fat greasy man with a cigar laughed a deep, hearty, nefarious laugh from across the street (ala Boss Hog). This coming two weeks after my lanlord promised that he would do it, because "I know that freaks out the residents".

WHY WOULD YOU RENT A HOUSE IF YOU PLANNED ON SELLING IT RIGHT AWAY!?

Ok, so what does this mean? Well, in a perfect world we would be allowed to live out the rest of our time, then start house-hunting. again. and move. again. But I'm much more realistic (and unlucky) then that. The truth is that somewhere in the 6 month range, we will recieve a nice, lovely eviction notice and have 30 days to not only move our keisters onto the streets, but all of our other belongings as well.
I find myself dreaming little boy dreams in which a Superlawyer (tm) will swoop in, cape flapping, to show us that we have a Legal binding document that gaurantees us residence for one year (here to for reffered to as a "Lease"). Oh, wherefor art thou, Superlawyer?? And I don't know that it matters anyway, since we've since lost a copy of our lease. D'oh!

Well, anyway, that was the gist of the post I lost, thought the other one was much better. This was more of the Cliff note version. I'm sorry it sucked, but no one reads this crummy blog anyway.

How To Be A Landlord in Two Easy Steps.

OK, SO I JUST TYPED A WHOLE LONG VENT SESSION AND LOST IT BECAUSE CTRL-C BECAME C. MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!! ARGH!!! I AM SO PISSED RIGHT NOW!

DSL, finally!!

Well, it finally happened... through all the pain, all the tears, all the beers, I finally find myself face to face with the high-speed side of the internet. pardon me while I lick my computer.


... sick display of love for technology ....


So, after two big fights with two phone companies, and the lack of dial tone for one month, then two days, THEN the wait of a week AFTER my ready date, I come to you, my lovely blog, from the comfort of my home. So... now what?

Well, first and foremost, I am pledging, no promise but a PLEDGE... a solemn VOW... that I will keep updating this blog at a regular interval. and that interval being (hopefully) much more than once a week. what with the high speed, and Foxfire's tasty use of tabs, I'll be blogging and geeking out all night long! hooza!

And what to blog? The mundane chores of my horrid work day? nay I say, NAY. I shall fill you with my top secret dreams and stories, my intimate feelings, maybe even more pictures from Star Wars. You and me blog, we'll be best of friends. My bloggy, my bloggy and me. HOOHAH!!

*skips away onto the super-charged internet playspace*