I think it’s been documented that I love Land of the lost.. Almost as much as HR Puf-n-Stuff. So, I forgot about this, but guess what’s coming out June 5th. You got it.
Featuring Wil Ferrell, and the dead girl from Pushing Daisies..
Guess who’s going to be in line at the theater with his Sleestak costume on?
I could be spending time working on the house.. You know, painting, cleaning out the garage, paying bills, selling my plasma so I can pay my little brother for buying electrical stuff, vacumming. You know. That kinda stuff.
So I get home on Friday.
And my wireless isn’t working.
And this is a catastrophie..
Wait. Scratch that.
It’s a national disaster.
So I do what any self respecting geek would do. I go online, get the firmware upgrade for the router, save my old config, and upgrade the config.
I then restore the old config.
At this point, a big red light starts glowing solid.
In my profession, big red lights are not something you hope for every day, in fact they are bad. To give you an idea of how bad, go watch a episode of Battlestar Galactica, which is a geek’s show. Notice the mechanical Cylons.
Do they have nice green eye thingies? No.
It’s a big red light.
That’s the stuff of a geek’s nightmares.
And it’s staring me right in the face.
At this point, I have a choice. Throw the router in the garbage and buy a new one.
Or spend two full days, and a night using a paperclip to short out parts of the flash on the motherboard.
I think you know which one I picked.
And it didn’t involve garbage.
So this morning, I had a idea hit me. And I got in, through a kludgy system of shorting the board, upgrading linksys firmware, upgrading to a mini dd-wrt firmware (all this over wireless, which is a big no no) and finally upgrading to a standard firmware.
And after four days of red light. It’s green. And I’m a freakin genius.
If, by moved in, you mean “Do you have boxes and boxes of stuff squirreled away in the other rooms, to make it look like everything is unpacked?”
I’d have to say yes.
Otherwise, I’m just slowly moving towards emptying boxes. Maybe a box a week. So, I should be done and “moved in” sometime in 2013. If I counted the boxes all correctly
And I don’t get anymore boxes.
And I never clean.
Or make food.
Or go to work.
On the plus side, my interior decorator, Jill (she is available for consultation), has done a pretty good job at figuring out how to show my personality in the home. In the next few weeks, I’ll try to get some pictures posted to show the amazing job she’s done.
I really needed the help because the house would be, well, more bachelorrific, without that (like the house would just be a transplant of my old apartment.)
Except for the appliances.
Ohh the sweet sweet appliances.
And thanks to Jill I’ve got some kicking porch chairs..
If I was the singer.. Well.. Somethings are better left said unsaid.
I recently bought the follow up to rock band named rockband 2.
The name of the game really should be RockBand: I am woman hear me roar.
Where the first game was a testosteronefest of KISS songs and wonderful Boston songs, this time around there is an actual balance of women bands. Fleetwood Mac, the Go-Gos, and Alanis Morisste to name a few.
Obviously Harmonic has a few more people dedicated to making it more enjoyable to women.
Well.. I told my boss that I would have to make less trips home once I had the house.
He laughed and said ok.
And now I understand why. While doing the final walkthroigh I noticed that there was a crack in the door jam. I told them to fix it.
Now after hours missed at work, watching the entire door frame being replaced, the accompaning swearing that was involved when he realized this door was not the right build and I have to come back for another appointment.
Still, even though it has it out foot me, I like the house.