And also, I really need a haircut
The other night, I was in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner and Kevin was flipping through the channels to see if there was anything interesting on. Unfortunately for me, he was flipping through just in time to catch sight of a man who was able to throw playing cards hard enough to cut bananas in half with them. Considering that Kevin pretty much adores
Maximum Exposure, none of us should be surprised that this immediately caught his attention. (Sometimes my husband is such a stereotypical male it makes me laugh.)
Anyway, when I joined him in the living room, he was not giving up control of the remote, nor was he acknowledging the fact that dude, I did not want to watch some random guy cut fruit in half with playing cards. The yo-yo guys that followed were mildly interesting but still. The whole thing was so very pointless and strange that at one point I felt my eyebrows transforming into the Powerful Eybrows of Doom (a la Sam Waterston) in an attempt to get him to change the channel. What was he making me watch?
Master of Champions. The most POINTLESS SHOW EVER.
People with useless talents (see above card throwing guy) go on the show to compete against other pointlessly talented people (urban gymnastics? lowrider cartwheels? yo-yoing while suspended from the ceiling? what the fuck?). Some no-name host who looks JUST LIKE a Ken doll goes on and on about how awesome they all are, and then they get judged. Judged by who, you ask? Drunk-ass Oksana Baiul, wacky Johnny Moseley, and an overly tanned Steve Garvey. They skipped right over the D-list and hit the H-list, I think. So the judges pick their favorite from each pair of competitors, leaving three finalists. And then the panel picks the "Master of Champions" out of those three. The host hands the winner a glass panel thing with their name on it, and the winner sticks the panel on the "Wall of Champions".
And that's it. No finals at the end of the season, no money or trips or anything won, just a lame plaque on a soundstage wall that will get torn down when this shitty show gets cancelled. THAT'S THE ENTIRE SHOW. And Kevin made me watch over 30 minutes of it. Instead of
The Office, I had to watch that shit.
I've demanded that he somehow repay me that 30 minutes.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *We have not one, but three new computers on their way to us from the insurance company. In an odd twist, we're ending up with a brand new $1200 laptop to replace the junker ThinkPad that Nate gave us as well as two desktops with better specs than our old computers. So hey, we're actually coming out of this ahead. Kind of. Wackiness.
And with that, I'm out.
Quickly now, everyone into the boat
Super fast update because dude, I have a nail appointment that I've been day dreaming of all day. (This is mostly because I took all my nails off and I've switched over to manicures instead of fills and OH MY GOD THERE IS MASSAGE FOR MY ARMS, hooray.)
Point the first:The cops finally showed up late Saturday afternoon, about an hour after I call dispatch (AGAIN) to find out where they were and promptly got into a yelling match with the (over worked, underpaid and non-sympathetic) dispatcher. Apparently, telling a dispatcher that her story about some cops stopping by at 1AM and leaving a note is "such total bullshit" works though, because an hour later we had cops on our doorstep. One of them climbed the fence to discover that the there were no usable fingerprints on our window because they used gloves and the the other one sat on our recliner and was promptly covered in cat hair...which he's allergic to. (Also, Abbie likes cops but Riley is deathly afraid of them, for future reference.)
Our insurance is replacing our computers by sending new ones, and thanks to the deductible we are not really able to afford to replace everything else. But! We will be getting a small check that will allow us to take care of some other pressing needs, namely summer clothing for me so I can stop having nervous breakdowns every time I have to get dressed for a summer gathering. And also an iPod Shuffle.
Point the second:I forgot what my second point was.
Oh yeah, I remember.
I stopped dieting over the 4th of July weekend. I realized that I was a happier person with fewer food issues before I started dieting so that's it, no more Weight Watchers.
Instead, it's all about getting my ass back to the gym, going to OA with Beth and just eating like a normal human being. But mostly going back to the gym.
Point the third:I'm going to build a small container garden on my front doorstep, all in pots that I can take with me to wherever we end up moving. But I need hints. Aside from wanting to do an herb garden (in a strawberry pot, natch), I have no idea what would work there.
It's a south facing spot with tons of sunlight. What should I plant that won't be all bitchy and hard to take care of but still pretty enough to make me love it?
Point the fourth:Damn, it's humid and hot and gross out here right now. And that? Just sucks.
Not the best way to end a week, for sure
So yeah, we were robbed. Burgled. Broken into. Victims of a B&E. Everyone's fine, and the apartment is in decent shape. They were either very specific or not smart thieves. They took the computers and left behind half the power cords (and the DSL modem and ethernet cables even). They took the iPod and the iPod dock but not the software to support the iPod. They took the change from our change jar and some leftover colones from Costa Rica, but left behind the boxes of checks and the checkbook sitting next to the computer. They took some movies, but not the DVD player or the TV. They ate half a Hershey bar but left behind the booze, thank the Gods. They stole an 18 gallon plastic tub and an old attache case to carry stuff in, but not any of our new luggage.
The fuckers broke in by opening our bedroom window, piling everything into the tub and the attache case, and then they walked right out the front door. Kevin came home to find the door standing wide open and thought I had managed to beat him home...until he noticed that everything was gone. He called the cops right then, at 5:40pm.
They still haven't shown up. Seriously.
I called them last night around 8 to see when they might be there, and the dispatcher was not very sympathetic since it was "Friday night and there's a lot of calls." It was not very reassuring when she told me that there were shootings, stabbings and domestic violence calls on hold too, and that we'd all have to wait our turn.
Okay. WHAT THE FUCK??? Stabbings and shootings and domestic violence calls are being put ON HOLD?? This is one fucked up world, because when we had the peeping tom incident a couple years ago, the cops showed up in minutes. But get stabbed or robbed and you'll have to wait?? This, in the same neighborhood where it apparently takes a minimum of three cop cars to do a routine ticket.
Anyway, we filed the claim with our renter's insurance (and if you rent but don't have renter's insurance GO GET IT, because it is cheap and so worth it) so we'll get everything replaced. Kevin went and talked to our property management people and for once in their sorry lives, they did us right and handed over window locks and have someone coming out to fix the security gates this week. I'm in my Access class (hence the computer access) but I've spent most of my morning looking on Craigslist for new apartments because this is it. Five years, and this is what finally broke me. I'm out of here.
(On a totally random note, guy sitting in front of me in my class has been reading Buffy/Xander fanfic all day. Um...okay.)
Hope your weekend is better than mine!
Those bastards!
Originally uploaded by
Minarae.
There's something missing here. Namely our computers. We got robbed by some crackheads. Our computers, the Playstation, the iPod and dock....all gone. I am totally getting drunk right now while we wait for the police.
