Tag: Apartment Living

Boob Tube

“And the Lord did grin.  And the people did feast upon the lambs, and sloths, and carp, and orangutans, and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats-”
“Skip a bit, brother…”
– Monty Python and the Holy Grail

No, my darlings, I have not abandoned you, I have merely been extremely busy and important lately (finishing up that so called “Three Month Plan” list Susie gave me to do), but we interrupt this wretched excuse for abandonment to bring you this:

The Cable Gods have looked upon their lowly worshippers (who can afford but the most basic of basic cable packages), shown pity upon them, and twisted the space-time continuum/the cable lines.  The dull waters of ABC and C-SPAN have miraculously  parted and let the humble parishioners pass through to new and exciting channels!  J. is soaking up as much ESPN as possible, while I have been watching The Italian Job, cruising through the Style Network, and even shamefully dipping my toe into the Food Network.  (Have you seen the cake decorating shows?!)

What is not commonly known is that the Cable Gods' evil TV revocation minions resemble cats.
What is not commonly known is that the Cable Gods' evil TV revocation minions resemble cats.

However (realizing that where the Cable Gods giveth, they also taketh away), I called up Comcast to make sure that I won’t be slapped with fees or dour-faced legal types sent to smite (disconnect) us with stern Thou Shalt Not Steal Cable punishments.
“Just making sure there hasn’t been a mistake or a mix-up,” I chirruped into the phone, “because while I think it’s fantastic, I would like to make sure it’s legal.”
“Yep, I checked,” said Carrie, our lovely Comcast customer service representative.  “We have no idea how or why it happened, but you’re not at fault and won’t be penalized for anything.”
“So I should…”
“Live it up while you’ve got it, because I have no idea how long it will last.”

Who am I to question the messanger of the Cable Gods?

I Could Never Be a Librarian…

“I cannot live without books.”
-Thomas Jefferson

We bought (another) bookshelf some time ago but just got it secured to a wall in our office a couple nights ago.  It was nine thirty in the evening and we were both exhausted, but I pulled almost all our books out to reorganize them to use all that glorious additional space we’d acquired.  Not as easy as you might think.

Should I sort alphabetically?  If so, by title or author?  What about by color of book cover?  Size?  Hardback vs. Paperback?  Topic?  Gah!  What was a bibliophile to do?

toomanybooksI eventually decided on chronology, starting with Homer, Virgil, and Beowulf (remember how I majored in European Studies with an emphasis on literary history?…) working my way through Geoffrey of Monmouth, Dante, and Petrarch, and got on rather well until I butted into the sixteenth century.  I stared down at my copy of The Other Boleyn Girl and then frowned at the space it should go for a while before setting it down in a new pile.  I could not, in good conscious, wedge it between Sir Thomas More and John Donne.  I didn’t even get a full century ahead of that before I ground to a halt again.  Rousseau, Voltaire, Manon Lescaut, Les Liaisons Dangereuses, and…The Scarlet Pimpernel?  Hm, a better fit than the Boleyn Girl, but still didn’t seem quite right. 
“Are these supposed to go in order of subject matter or when they were written?” I demanded of J. as he obligingly carted books around the flat for me. 
“I have no idea what you’re doing,” he returned, disappearing into the office with my anthologies, essays, and critical works.
“Me neither!”

The same problem with C. S. Lewis, as well as the fact that I have works from him that fall both in fantasy and theology, neither genre had previously featured.  I tucked The Chronicles of Narnia with my science fiction, Lois McMaster Bujold and Douglas Adams…and then realized I had no idea where any of them should go chronologically!  “A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away” didn’t necessarily come after post-modernism in my mind.  And what about all my academic books, J.’s philosphy and textbooks? 

I finally got it all sorted, but with an additional bookshelf not all of the available space is used.  Which means of course a run to the campus bookstore (hurrah for employee discounts!) and Barnes and Noble is in order!

Making Contact

“Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hal-LE-LU-jah!”
-Handel

ipod_silhouette_300x300After moving into our place way back in March, I finally got internet and cable set up at the flat today!  J. was a trooper and woke up early to drive down and hang out while the Comcast guy got us set up because I couldn’t skip work, and thank heaven because I’ve had the same music on my iPod for months now without iTunes and am terribly close to well and truly losing it! 

And then, as HE suggested, we got his tux situation sorted on my lunch break.  This guy is a keeper.

Hot Hot Heat

“Val, at this exact moment, I might love you more than my fiance!”
– C.  (Don’t worry, J., I didn’t mean it)

Thank.  Gosh.
Thank. Gosh.

I have heating!  Venice’s husband got it up and working last night when I showed up on their doorstep (two doors down from my own) asking pitifully, “I picked up dinner, but can I please eat it here because my place is freezing!”  Val, wonderful guy that he is, grabbed my keys and was off to sort out the problem and by the time I’d finished dinner and dragged Venice back to look at our place (much improved since J. had put furniture together that day and I’d unpacked and sorted a lot of stuff) the temperature had risen significantly.  Thank gosh because the night before last I had to put on leggings, followed by my flannel pajama pants, followed by a thermal shirt, followed by doubled blankets before I could feel the heat stop escaping.  And I like the cold!  But when there is no discernible difference between one’s apartment and the below freezing temperature, I draw a line!