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Aug. 12th, 2004 09:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lindsaydotcomSpam: the food of the future: Every day I come into work, and check my email accounts. I have my own that I receive, and then I have the generic email addresses, too. Don't have a clue how this befell me, but whatever. Today I had eight emails in my personal account. And fifty-three in my generic account. Of the fifty-three, two were non-spam. The rest were predominantly ads for Cialis. Because, you know, the target marketing group is apparently anyone who walks upright and I fit that category. Either that or I'm aout to lose my locked in interest rate quote, and interest rates are rising - hurry!
Thou shalt love all neighbors, but thine: We might be in the beginning states of waging war with our neighbors. Their son consistently parks his motorcycle on one part of their huge side yard to the left of their house and parks his car to the right of their house, but almost entirely in front of our property. The motorcycle is a recent development, and prior to its coming he parked the car to the left, and our area was open, leaving us free to have our guests park there and use it for our trash cans on trash day – the neighbors used that spot for trash, too. Now, he only takes the motorcycle out, and leaves the car all day, every day parked in front of our house. On trash day he backs up the car to the point where it's sticking into our driveway a bit so they can put their cans there, but we can't. And when he does take the car out (just for five-minute trips to the store, it seems) he pulls into our driveway to turn around, leaving tire marks all over. So that and the friggin possessed dog barking every morning means our fuse is shortshortshort. If I stop posting again it's because I've been hauled off in the paddy wagon.
Go, go Gadget viewing system: After one heck of a debacle (purchased a different one online, I refused to sign for it when it arrived because it was clearly damaged, had to dispute the charge on the credit card, etc.), we have a spiffy new widescreen, flatscreen, HDTV TV. And literally the moment we finished hooking it up to our surround sound system and turned the subwoofer, the subwoofer blew. So B, being the Handy Man that he is, opened up the subwoofer, found the type of fuses he needed, bought new ones, replaced it, and turned the subwoofer on again. And again, it blew. So B went out and bought a new one while I was in class last night. When I got home (at 11:30 – yikes!) B was watching MI:2. Mmmm, purdy, loud, bright explosions.
Autumn in New York: The trip to New York in the fall is back on... probably... It's hard to tell at this point. Now the question becomes whether I'll be able to see Marie, Sandie, and Jenn as I want, or whether It's going to be solely a "family trip." Hm. I think it's fairly safe to say you know my feelings on that issue.
Thou shalt love all neighbors, but thine: We might be in the beginning states of waging war with our neighbors. Their son consistently parks his motorcycle on one part of their huge side yard to the left of their house and parks his car to the right of their house, but almost entirely in front of our property. The motorcycle is a recent development, and prior to its coming he parked the car to the left, and our area was open, leaving us free to have our guests park there and use it for our trash cans on trash day – the neighbors used that spot for trash, too. Now, he only takes the motorcycle out, and leaves the car all day, every day parked in front of our house. On trash day he backs up the car to the point where it's sticking into our driveway a bit so they can put their cans there, but we can't. And when he does take the car out (just for five-minute trips to the store, it seems) he pulls into our driveway to turn around, leaving tire marks all over. So that and the friggin possessed dog barking every morning means our fuse is shortshortshort. If I stop posting again it's because I've been hauled off in the paddy wagon.
Go, go Gadget viewing system: After one heck of a debacle (purchased a different one online, I refused to sign for it when it arrived because it was clearly damaged, had to dispute the charge on the credit card, etc.), we have a spiffy new widescreen, flatscreen, HDTV TV. And literally the moment we finished hooking it up to our surround sound system and turned the subwoofer, the subwoofer blew. So B, being the Handy Man that he is, opened up the subwoofer, found the type of fuses he needed, bought new ones, replaced it, and turned the subwoofer on again. And again, it blew. So B went out and bought a new one while I was in class last night. When I got home (at 11:30 – yikes!) B was watching MI:2. Mmmm, purdy, loud, bright explosions.
Autumn in New York: The trip to New York in the fall is back on... probably... It's hard to tell at this point. Now the question becomes whether I'll be able to see Marie, Sandie, and Jenn as I want, or whether It's going to be solely a "family trip." Hm. I think it's fairly safe to say you know my feelings on that issue.
