Livin it One Day at A Time

Just when you thought I was gone. I go and start putting in topsoil for some SOD!

Some Video goodness coming.

So..

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.

So.

The House.

I keep getting asked “Are you all moved in?”

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..

Take a look

Behold the ski chairs.

So

The house.

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.

And no

I haven’t been working in the coal mines all day either.

After a very stress full friday (except for the Greek festival, where there was Greek food (sadly no Italian)) I zoned out for most of the weekend.

Then way too early Monday morning I has an itchy throat. Now I have a sore throat, have a humidifier making boiling noises at me and I have smeared vapor rub all over my chest.

This is so fun I tell you

Takes away all the fun of playing Rock Band 2……..

So I was hurrying to get my self ready for church.

Shower. Check
Loud tie. Check
White shirt. Check
Phone with voicemail on it. Check

So I hop in the truck and start heading to church. I start listening to the message.

Snowball. The geriatric cat. Has been run over and his legs are broken. The family is taking him to the vet. I blindly pull the truck over. I am breaking down. I head back home. Eventually I get a call that he was put to sleep.

All kinds of emotions hit me. Grief. Sadness. Guilt.

I had been thinking of going to Utah. If I was there I could have said goodbye to him.

He was old. He clocked in at 17 years old. In cat years he is almost as old as William Shatner.

Ok maybe not that old.

So after the initial grief I sent the
Following text message to my family.

“Well not to be marose but Snowball has followed the long line of how our famlies cats pass away. He just has the honor of being the meanest, onriest, long lasting of them all. He lived a good life!”

It’s funny how you can get so attached to these little animals

Here is to you His Imperial Furieness Snowball the Third, Ruler of all he sees.

In the midst of the move I decided to get an ipod to make the bachelor pad even schwanker.

You know because every bachelor pad needs to be schwanky.

So I had been looking on slickdeals.net (looking for cheap stuff since I have joined the ranks of the house poor). Anywho I saw a listing for refurbed iPods. Interested, and thinking I had more money than I did I started looking. Oh and prior to this I was what I call an anti apple snob. I had my alternative mp3 player and I would look down at the apple fanboys who constantly talk about the wonderful iPod. So this was a big step for me to be looking at an iPod.

Thought process went something like this.

“ohhhh. I need to get an iPod classic. I need to have 160 gigs of musical fury (those of you who know me know I have lots and lots of music).

Then it was “I want to see if there is a player with an even higher percentage off”

Then I found the iPod touch. For those of you who don’t know what that is, it’s an iPhone. Just without the the phone.

And the GPS

And the camera

So I was looking at it, with it’s wonderful rebate, and I start looking at forums. In the forums I see talk about jailbreaking

Hold the presses! Jailbroken? That means I can hack it!
Oh me likey. I hack stuff

TiVo? Hacked.
XBox ? Hacked.
Other stuff? Hacked.

So …..

I waited for it to arrive

And fedex didn’t leave it for me. More waiting.

So I got it. Jail broke it. And I am writing the blog post from the touch right now. I am a convert. Whenever AT&T gets to my place. Adiós Verizon!

The sad thing? I really don’t get a chance to listen to it that much.

Maybe I do need to get get an iPod classic……