by Ice Cream Jonsey » Sun Jul 27, 2003 6:49 pm
Just got the satellite dish up -- I need to secure the platform it's on (right now it's screwed into a long piece of wood and is sitting atop a tripod; gotta fasten that). I finally feel as if a big weight has been removed, as today was the last of the moving out crap I had to do.
I can't believe that my brother and I got our old place in the state that it's in. I don't expect to get much of my deposit back, as there is a giant crack running alongside one bedroom door (long, unfunny story) but at least they won't go asking me for more money. I hope.
(Confidential to Mike Sousa, Mass.: I finally have a chance to get more updates coming to ya, buddy.)
Argh, the wind has started to pick up. I'm paranoid that the board is going to fly off the tripod. Right now, if some kid had a football and threw it at my dish, he'd knock it down like he was in some sort of traveling carnival that replaced the pyramid of milk bottles with my poor, weather-beaten dish. Gotta get some bungie rope and duct tape tomorrow. If it does fly off the tripod and goes backwards, at least it'll fall towards my window. If I manage to look just right, it'll be as if the thing is falling right at me, which would be like the camera trick in Street Trash where the goo falls from a few stories up and totally infects this one guy.
At any rate, I'm slowly getting comfortable with the place. I could see staying here until I either leave the state or trick some poor girl into wifehood.
Just got the satellite dish up -- I need to secure the platform it's on (right now it's screwed into a long piece of wood and is sitting atop a tripod; gotta fasten that). I finally feel as if a big weight has been removed, as today was the last of the moving out crap I had to do.
I can't believe that my brother and I got our old place in the state that it's in. I don't expect to get much of my deposit back, as there is a giant crack running alongside one bedroom door (long, unfunny story) but at least they won't go asking me for more money. I hope.
(Confidential to Mike Sousa, Mass.: I finally have a chance to get more updates coming to ya, buddy.)
Argh, the wind has started to pick up. I'm paranoid that the board is going to fly off the tripod. Right now, if some kid had a football and threw it at my dish, he'd knock it down like he was in some sort of traveling carnival that replaced the pyramid of milk bottles with my poor, weather-beaten dish. Gotta get some bungie rope and duct tape tomorrow. If it does fly off the tripod and goes backwards, at least it'll fall towards my window. If I manage to look just right, it'll be as if the thing is falling right at me, which would be like the camera trick in Street Trash where the goo falls from a few stories up and totally infects this one guy.
At any rate, I'm slowly getting comfortable with the place. I could see staying here until I either leave the state or trick some poor girl into wifehood.