And a very good holiday-weekend morning to you all.<\/p>\n
Dudes, I’ve had my apartment for almost a year now! As you may know, I LOVE MY APARTMENT. It’s perfect in every way except for the hot\/cold water balance that results in the occasional scalding, but I can deal. Sometimes, though, my responsible-voice pipes up, something about home ownership being the key to financial security, throwing my money away on rent, the American dream, and all that crap.<\/p>\nNow, I owned a house before; it fell a little short of the American dream, but it was decent as far as an investment. If I could find the house-version of my apartment, I’d be so psyched. It should be marginally bigger, have a garage and a little yard for a garden. That’s all I want. But the main thing is that it should be just like my apartment, in that it is perfect for me, in the neighborhood I want to be in, within walking distance of Lake Calhoun, a few coffeeshops, and close to the places I hang out. So that would put this house somewhere in the 30s-40s, west of Lyndale Avenue. Is it likely I would find an apartment-sized house in that neighborhood for less than $300,000? Hardly.<\/p>\nThe responsible-voice even forces me to consider things like buying properties and renting them out, even though that entails greater responsibility. I don’t want to have to worry about whether my tenants are going to plug up their toilet while I’m on vacation. I don’t want to have to wonder if they’re putting large holes in the wall or attracting roaches or turning it into a garbage-house. If I own a place, I think I should probably live there. But then I’d have to leave my apartment. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned that I don’t want to leave my apartment.<\/p>\nOK, in researching this, I just found out that I could afford a $300,000 house. That can’t be right. Hmm. Yeah, that’s right. Whoa.<\/p>\nNo, I’ll stick with my apartment, thank you.<\/p>\nAnyway! Yesterday I became somewhat tortured by the realization there was an upcoming three-day weekend. I was this || close to buying tickets to Montreal: $450 for air and 2 nights hotel, which is even cheaper than the usual plane ticket there. I told three different people to tell me not to go on a trip, because I have obligations. Sunday is the event at Bertine’s house involving sledgehammers: we’re knocking down the wall between her two condos. I really hope we find something even better than the 1949 Minneapolis Stars, which were incredible, but I also really hope that find is not a body. I’ll have my camera just in case.<\/p>\nAlso, Shepard Fairey<\/a> is going to be at Robotlove signing copies of his book. I can’t wait.<\/p>\nLast night was something, and I’m giggling about it. So, I decided I had to have a night at home, because I have a pile of envelopes and receipts on my desk (that Chiva keeps chewing on), and because I get a little freaked out by having huge timespans during which I do nothing at home but sleep.<\/p>\nSo I was cleaning, and found an Old Navy bag with some pants in it that I had bought the other day and forgotten about. I tried on a pair of jeans I’d been too impatient to visit the fitting room for, and had a jeans epiphany<\/i>. For so long, I’ve been bitching about how jeans are always made to fit women with wide, babymaking hips, big butts, and stick-thin thighs. I don’t actually know a woman who’s proportioned that way, but that’s how it is. These jeans, however, are boy-cut. Me, i’m boy-shaped, at least from the waist down. I am never going to stop wearing these jeans, so I have to go buy several more pairs or I’m going to be stinky.<\/p>\nSeriously, I can’t stop talking about these life-changing pants. No, I mean it. Ask me about my pants sometime.<\/p>\nIn the midst of the pants-excitement, I finally put together the new creamedpeas<\/a> episode. Don’t go browsing this at work, or your coworkers are going to be concerned about you. But, my, aren’t they lovely? I also dyed my hair, because I finally tired of the fried blonde look, and I painted my finger-and-toenails because the manicure made them look awesome. They’re this superlight pink color I bought sort of as a joke, but it looks pretty good with the tan, whereas in the winter it would look like I have an iron deficiency. Jane asked, “What does that match?” because apparently you’re supposed to actually coordinate your nails or something? Personally, I think when you have hair the color of an emergency vehicle, the last thing you’re worried about is whether your nails match.<\/p>\nAND THEN! Um, I guess maybe I found out the other day that the muchachos were planning on buying me a Playstation and Dance Dance Revolution<\/i> for Christmas this year, since apparently I like that game a little. I’d have to buy a TV, but I’d do it for DDR.<\/p>\nAND THEN!!! I did some research and found out they have a PC version, and the floor pads for PS2 come with a USB adaptor so you can use it on your computer. And at that very moment, it became the best day ever<\/i>.<\/p>\nMy game and dance pad thingies are on their way to me right this very minute. The only foreseeable problem is if my downstairs neighbors complain. Which I guess means I’ll have to buy a house, huh?<\/p>\nWhew! Catch you on the flip side.And a very good holiday-weekend morning to you all. Dudes, I’ve had my apartment for almost a year now! As you may know, I LOVE MY APARTMENT. It’s perfect in every way except for the hot\/cold water balance that results in the occasional scalding, but I can deal. 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