thebitterguy

One Word
Describe me in one word - just one.
Comment to me, then post this entry to your Live Journal and see how many strange things people think about you.

Home, then, to attempt to beat a dryer into submission. Jesus, for the amount they charge for these friggin' things, they should install themselves.

Comparing the last post of this early morning to this one, you can tell I got almost exactly fuck all of sleep. So, naturaly, my lovely martinet-like spouse decided I should get up when she does (because, hey, EVERYONE likes to be on the schedule of someone going to the William Ashley sale).

Of course, there's a reason for this. As one or two of you may know, Cynra & I moved into a new house a year and a bit ago. One of our major purchases was a new washing machine, which we adored significantly. Of course, it turned out to be a fuckin' LEMON, so we've never been able to use the damn bleach dispenser. Sure, that's minor, but you'd think the monkeys at the maintenance place could fix such a minor thing.

You would be wrong. So, the good people at Leon's have been kind enough to give us a replacement, and we decided to throw caution to the winds and buy a dryer, too, since we've been using tape to hold the door shut (a little piece of plastic, how precious such a thing is).

Well, yesterday the nice men from Leons arrived (only a couple hours late) with our new merchandise. The washer was very easy to install (compared to the last one), and even got leveled out PDQ.

The dryer? Ohhh, yes. THERE'S the rub. Because, you see, there's an interesting fact that seems analogous to the eternal hot dog/bun conundrum. Because, you see, you can only buy dryer tubing in eight foot lengths. Would anyone like to know the distance from our dryer's hot air outlet to the exterior vent? 8'2". How do I know this fascinating fact? Because the lovely aluminum dryer vent we purchased, which was eight feet, was exactly (EXACTLY!) two inches short.

So, this morning, I have the lovely duty to buy a hose that'll fit, and then install it. Damn. All I want to do this morning is watch Three Stooges shorts, read Iron Heroes, and eat cereal. Instead, it's on with the pants and off to Rona. I also get to break in the new washer, while the wife is off buying stuff.

Ah, well. Soon enough, I will have my Galactus, and all will be right. And tonight, I spank FOUR people in Star Wars Trivia. High point of last night's game? Answering questions before she finished asking them. Because when it comes to Star Wars trivia, I rock. Ask

mr_weasel.

Current Music: The Picard Song

Well, as those of you who've been paying attention know, when Cynra & I bought our new house, there was a game n' toy store just around the corner from us. It shut down the week before we moved in.

Last December (or possibly just afterwards) a new shop openned, selling toys in the exact same location. It closed a few months later, the victim of what can be assumed to be bad location and poor planning (I believe you're supposed to have a year's operating costs ready before you open a shop, and openning in January is just a bad idea).

Now, a new store has openned up in Mill-towne, a shop called Gamedom in the local mall.

The only reason I know this is I went to the mall to pickup a birthday card for Uday (wish him a happy one!). Of course, I am happy to see them, and will provide them with my money (they have a copy of Complete Mafia in stock).

Checking that page out, LRG has a lot of support for Mafia. Wow.

Anyway, I told them I'd be back to pick it up, and back I'll go. Good to have a FLGS, at least theoretically. The manager guy I spoke to seemed friendly enough.

Current Music: Battlestar Galactica S02e04

Well, it seems we have some uninvited boarders.

While we sped off to work the other day, Cynra noticed a four legged visitor scurrying out from under the front steps. YHB, busy watching for two legged pedestrians, missed it. "Keep an eye open for it", she implored the next day. And I did, and, sure enough, there was a raccoon.

Cynra also felt the animal looked hurt, so she had me call the Oakville Humane Society to inquire. A couple hours later, a young lady in a large marked white van drove up to the house. Memory tells me she wore a stetson, although logic says such a thing is ludicrous; I believe it just makes sense that she would. We told her about our houseguest, and she stepped back off the steps ("She took a swipe at me when I came up", she said) and half knelt down to look under the step.

She was sagelike in her perception and observation. Listen, she said. I held my breath and listened, straining to hear a series of low chirps over the dry whistling of my breath (I've had a cold recently). You've got kits under there.

The mother, the animal officer noted, seemed very healthy (when she took a swipe at me seemed to be an unspoken subtext, but I SAID she was under the stairs). So we'll be letting nature take its course.

So, this is how it works. The mother will nurse her young until late in the summer, at which point they'll depart. So, until then, we have company. After then, we seal up the steps, so this little misunderstanding isn't repeated.

Consider this a reminder, then, to use the side door when you come to visit.

Current Mood: curious

Today was a nice day, so we spent it doing yard work. Raking up old debris, filling the composter to its capacity, and finally taking down the Christmas lights (hey, shut up. It was dangerous enough putting the damn things up, I wasn't gonna risk life n' limb to take 'em down).

Now, we need to take care of getting some crabgrass killer/grass grower to make the lawn nicer. And we're seriously in need of the services of a tree doctor to take off some dead branches from the willow.

God, I love the willow. I swear, that tree was 20% of the reason we got this place. It's gorgeous.

A housewarming will be planned for early June.

Checked out the Milton Meat Terminal, a butcher's shop a couple blocks over. Got a couple kebab skewers for dinner. Since it was just the two of us, we made them on the Foreman. Yum, although we have to hash out whether it was just a little pricier than Shorty's or obscenely so.

Weekend with the parents. Snra had to stay home to paint/ mark, so I went up to K-Town yesterday to drop off flyers for GX at the Kingston Gaming Nexus. Amusingly enough, there were peeps just sitting around, not playing, tossing snark at the people who WERE playing.

Which apparently means either you get the cool/asshole kids in RPG stores TOO, or I miss the whole purpose of the industry and retail establishments.

Picked up Modern Players Companion. Good book.

Did mass with the family this morning. Altar girls? When the hell did THAT start happening? Next thing you know, they'll start askign to be priests. The temporary padre is a yank from NY, but seemed like an okay fellow. Asked the choir director to play something a bit more up tempo, which is just odd.

Edit: Huzzah! Found my copy of Wings of the Valkyrie! That makes me happy

So, I come home early. Traffic was very nice, due to the number of people who stayed in due to weather this morning.

The ride was good,a s I was fuelled by a fairly good day at work, having just finished a motivational book (those are good for a few days worth of "High"), and listening to Rush at a very high volume on the Smart Radio (that thing is nice hwen you get the volume up). Got home. Came in. Khem came to say hello. Ra came to say hello. I went into the kitchen, got the Club House Greek started and got the cat food out. Fed Ra. Put down Khem's cat food. Got out... Where's Ozzy?

At this point, I noticed a certain kitten shaped void in the universe. Ozzy had yet to make his presence known, which was weird because, well, he's ALWAYS there.

The Bitter Guy searches high. Was that a thump? No Ozzy.

The Bitter Guy searches low. No Ozzy.

The Bitter Guy becomes... Concerned.

When a cat dissapears you don't really notice. THey come and go as they will. When you look from high to low, not finding them, and then they don't show up when food is taken out? You worry. Hence, The Bitter Guy became concerned.

Snra came home, and was appraised of Ozymandias-who-was-Caleb (his full name; it wounds much better in the original AEgyptian) absence. Concern continues. The Bitter Guy checks the snow outside the house for tiny paw tracks. The Bitter Guy considers donning his coat and going door to door asking the neighbours if they've seen a small grey & white catling.

The Bitter Guy searches under the bed. Nothing. On top of the armoire. Nothing. In the basement, in the laundry room, in the downstairs crawlspace.

Downstairs crawlspace. Do we have another crawlspace? Upstairs? Besides, for example, the stairs, where YHB heard a mysterious thump?

A quick sprint up the stairs (a leisurely stroll, perhaps. I'm not as hale and hearty as I used to be) to the bedroom. Open the closet (previously searched, yas), open the trapdoor to the crawlspace behind the bedroom, and there are a pair of glowing feline eyes staring back.

Little fuck.

Of course, him having been crawling around the crawlspace means he's covered in dust. (Snra explains his actions by saying "Cats are naturally curious", to which I reply "a state not traditionally associated with good fortune on their part.")

So we get to... wash another cat. Previously, we had to clean up Khem Khat's paws, which was fun AND wound causing. Tongiht, it as the full shampoo.

Thankfuly, Ozzy was much easier to bathe than Khem. Thankfully. No blood was shet, and he got cleaned and towelled off.

Then, we had dinner & watched Lost. God, I love that show.

Current Mood: Relieved
Current Music: I'm the Only One -- Melissa Ethridge

S	M	T	W	T	F	S
				1	2	3
4	5	6	7	8	9	10
11	12	13	14	15	16	17
18	19	20	21	22	23	24
25	26	27	28	29	30	31

Entries tagged with house

(no subject)

Sunday morning and... fuck, chores

Setting me up for a fall again

Company, then.

Today, then, in suburbia

Easter at ACM

Bitters 2, Cats 0

Profile

December 2022

Syndicate

Most Popular Tags

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags