Thursday, August 24, 2006

Reserved for Couches

Dan and I went over to The Pub for lunch today, to eat with Emily, Liz, and Allie. Lunch was good, although a little slow and we were all a little tired. That's not the exciting part though.

Dan and I were walking back, and right there on Route 30 in town, was a parallel parked couch.

Really, we couldn't even believe it.

Yesterday we also saw the Bimbo truck again. Ahh, the bimbo truck, good times.

That's all for now. Orioles game tonight!

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Grass Woes

My neighbor is all flustered about this mini-drought we're having at home. He's all worked up about his lawn, and the brown-death tone it has.

So last week, he decided to take a sample of it and take it down to the local Lawn Services shop. At his request they did a full analysis of the sample and explained to him that the color and texture was due to lack of water. They then explained to him exactly how to water his lawn to get maximum results.

He came over the next day, and told all of this to my Mum.

"It's grass, Howard," my Mum explained. "Of course it will grow back. It does this all the time. It happens every year."

He is still all flustered about it.

"The lack of water is what is doing it," my Dad told him later. "Don't worry about it, it happens every year."

He's worrying about it. He's been watering like crazy.

Who does that? Who takees grass samples??!

Anyway, in full-force band camp until Tuesday.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Okay so if anyone knows where I lost my Dad's keys at, it would be greatly appreciated if you could just let me know. There's a reward going for them. I promise it's good.

Other than that it's been an uneventful weekend.

There is one peice of news I would like to share with the world. Former vice-president candidate John Edwards was in Pittsburgh last week with his continuing war against Wal-Mart. I quote from the article and from Mr. Edwards,

"We want every single consumer in America, every person in America, to know that if they walk into a Wal-Mart, that first of all their tax dollars are subsidizing Wal-Mart employees. Their tax dollars are helping provide health care for Wal-Mart employees, because Wal-Mart's not doing it. Their tax dollars are going to provide housing and food stamps for Wal-Mart employees... What is wrong with this picture?"

So that's just something to think about. At least someone is trying to publicly stop the tyranny and to inform the public. Hopefully this campaign will help. Germany got the best of Wal-Mart, as I read in Business Week:

Germany provided an expensive lesson in how not to enter a market. Wal-Mart underestimated German labor unions and local competitors such as Aldi. On July 28, Wal-Mart announced it will sell its 85 German stores to Dusseldorf based Metro.

No more Wal-Mart in Germany! Let's see if I can go the whole semester without going into a Wal-mart. I'm going to try. It will be hard - because it's the only store in town. But I'm going to try.

Happy weekend!

Friday, August 04, 2006

I got an e-mail with a picture of this in it (except even MORE life-like and authentic-looking). Without even reading the e-mail, I got irritated and was thinking, "These dang 'restart' things are useless and fugly and annoying." So I start clicking at it to try and move it out of the way before I realized it was a picture included in the e-mail.

So I decided to read the e-mail.

"When we do our software updates, you may recieve a box that looks like so.

[insert picture of above]

Please click restart."

Do I have any other options?

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Last week, during my continued aimless wondering that so captivates my summer, I randomly became curious to know if my birthdate was the same as a zipcode somewhere in the US. I figured I had to have a good chance based on the size of the nation. I went to an old favorite - - and typed it in. 11985 is not currently any location in the US, but writing it out in the format of 9-Nov-85 shows that I can be identified with Pasadena, California. Not bad. Although I must admit, I was hoping for some hick town that had the "world's largest bottle of hairspray" or something completely useless that I could go visit simply because we share a common numerical sequence.

Day five of house-sitting is nearing a close, and so far things have gone by pretty smoothly. Lana has been an angel. The fish have been marvelous. The plants are all watered. The house hasn't been burned down.

During my home-alone stay it quickly became apparent that the knowledge of several household chores have escaped me during my 20 years of life. I did a lot of dishes because I don't know how to work the dishwasher (and when I finally got ahold of my mom to ask her that question, she just laughed). I've been throwing my trash away in the dumpster because I don't know where new garbage bags are (as far as I knew, they were under the sink. Apparently not. And my parents have been unattainable for almost 48 hours. Alex says they're probably drunk and left for dead on some beach somewhere. Fabulous). I couldn't figure out how to get the wine-cork off of the wine-bottle opener (I never wanted some newfanged Brookstone wine bottle opener that has a kung-fu grip on wine corks. Named the Connoisseur’s Compact Wine Opener, might I add. I am not a connoiseur, and that thing is not compact. Give me the cheap $2 walmart POS that gets cork in your wine and I'm good to go). There are several other miscellanious items that are all written on a sheet on the counter, titled, "To Ask About Life When You Get Ahold Of Anyone".

Not to mention that it was hotter here due to the heat wave than at the beach they're at.

I've always liked being home alone. When you live with five other people and a dog, life is so busy and so crazy that most of the time it's impossible to escape any part of the chaos. So being at home alone is a nice alternative - for a little while. I got lonely so quickly that it's more than a little bit suprising. Dan came and kept me company up until just now. My house just isn't the same when it's so empty. I don't like it.

So we'll see. Other than minor technicalities, I'm doing okay.

Sorry for the short cut-off ending. I'm falling asleep, and I have to be at work early. Announcement on the beer contest winner tomorrow, so check back if you're interested.