Jun. 7th, 2006

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Based on the fact I keep seeing friends posting about their A/C problems, I'm beginning to think there's a conspiracy.  Thank goodness that it's down to 59 degrees Fahrenheit outside so I can have the windows open and run the risk of a home invasion but at least not die of heat while otherwise pretending I'm sleeping. Guess I inquire about getting my A/C fixed tomorrow when I'm also inquiring about just why there's tar paper still hanging just below my kitchen window outside my place.  There was a big to-do Monday morning about needing to immediately get into my kitchen to work on replacing this section of the outer (They were unclear) wall which has apparently being acting as a buffet for termites.  Cause there's rain coming!  So, on Monday there lots of banging noises and the like.  Then, later on Monday, I get a note on my door saying they'll be by on Tuesday at 9AM and coming into the kitchen again to work more.  No show all day.  Needless to say it rained today.  So, I'm really curious if management screwed up or if the workers did.  Most likely a combination of the two.  Ever since the woman who'd been managing my townhouse community for the past near-30 years retired, things have really gone down hill here.  In that sense, I'm very happy to be moving.

Which segues nicely to me trying to escape all the townhouse problems by driving up to Blacksburg for a Home Shopping Trip either today (Wednesday, since I'm a literalist about time) or tomorrow if I can't get any sleep tonight.  Except I still probably get to have fun with A/C since I forgot to get the car's unit recharged yet.  *sigh*  Anyway, with the way I'm feeling about things right now I might have a lease signed by the end of the week.  Heck, tomorrow even!  I also just hate knowing that come the end of June, I will be out on the street, figuratively speaking, unless I get a place RSN.  I actually figure I could find friends or family  to sponge off for a while, but I really need to have a place that's my home.  Kinda like the way most people need to breathe their own lungs to breathe.  Anyway, I hope that my desperation to have a place will not mean that I end up living in some Kafka-esque place where my roommates are giant cockroaches.  Though, admittedly that would be different from the big ants that wander around my current place and scoff at the exterminator.  And, if the A/C works and maintenance doesn't keep needing to come into my place at ridiculous times like before afternoon, it certainly could arguably be a step up for me.  I guess I shall see once I get there.

Anyway, if you live in Blacksburg and I know you, I may see you.  Otherwise, I may not.
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I'm sure that everyone who got effectively spammed by my uber-long post on Sunday titled "TV Education: Gay or Straight, Or, The Myth of Bisexuality" will be happy to know that I've figured out how to use the cut tag for LJ so you'll only get hit with my normally long posts from now on.  In fact, if you go back and look, you'll see I re-edited it just to prove I can use the cut tag.  Yea me.  And, in the meantime, for mucking up all my friends Friends Pages:  Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

Heard that Latin phrasing once in a Pet Shop Boys song.  Oh, OK, more than once.  Played it to death on my tape of their Actually album.  I admit to it being one of my millions of favourite songs because of its cool and depressing lyrics.

<A Noise From Outside the Window>  Good heavens, is that a train whistle I'm hearing or a shofar?  Hope it's not a shofar or the end of the world is nigh.  Let me wait a minute and find out.  Nope, still here.  So that makes it the weirdest train whistle I've ever heard.
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Since I got absolutely no sleep last night, I decided not driving up to Blacksburg was a good plan.  OTOH, I did manage to find some possibilities via Virginia Tech's Off-Campus Housing page as well as some other local property management webpages.

So, since I needed to do some comic book sorting, I did that.  Went through a few hundred issues.  Amazing how much of Terry Moore's "Strangers in Paradise", "Ghost" from Dark Horse Comics, and "The Dreaming" from Vertigo I have.  Not that I've bought anything new in years.  Two happy finds, since I think both are older than me. were my original run "Justice League of America" #7 [The last issue that sold for 10 cents] and DC Comics "The New Inferior 5" #10 whose cover shows some very (hint, hint) Marvelous characters who have just been knocked out by said title characters.  I think Inferior 5 is probably the silliest unlimited series that DC ever did.  Wish I had more than the one issue.

Anyway, I should collapse from exhaustion after going through a few more of the several more hundred comics I still need to sort through and thus be able to rest up enough to get my butt up to Blacksburg tomorrow.  I'd avoid driving by going by *bleck* bus, but Greyhound only goes to Roanoke these days, train service doesn't even come that close, and flying is as bad as bus but more expensive.  So, guess I better rest up tonight for the drive.  Whee.

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