Sunday, December 30, 2007


I resolve to not resolve to:

  • Lose weight
  • Get a job

    Of course, not resolving to do the things won't make me not do them. It will just make me not feel like a failure if I don't attain all of them.

    But I do think I should make 2008 "the year of actually using the craft crap I've collected."
  • Sunday, December 09, 2007


    I think I might be hallucinating. Could there actually be something that combines my love of books, fine chocolates, and boxes (also known as "things to put other things into")? It looks like there is:

    zChocolat's Carpe Diem Collection

    It's a book that's actually a wooden box. Which is filled with chocolate and more wooden boxes. 211 assorted French chocolates from four different chocolatiers. A total of 6 mahogany boxes. Gourmet cocoa. Aaeiieeee!!!


    I don't think you can actually comprehend how happy and sad this makes me. Let me attempt to explain again. Happy because....boxes! Inside of other boxes! And chocolate!

    Sad because it costs $364.31.

    Would anyone like to take up a collection for me?

    Man cold

    The weather is nasty and I don't feel like working on school stuff. Grump.

    But this made me laugh:

    Reminds me of when I was married....

    Saturday, December 08, 2007

    Ding dong

    Doorbells are evil and must be destroyed. I've decided that I prefer the low-tech alternative of knocking, especially after recent experiences.

    One day this summer, my doorbell started going off randomly. I stuck my head out to see what was going on and noticed my handyman next door, looking confused. Turns out he was installing a new doorbell at number 8 (I'm number 7) and was trying to figure out why he couldn't hear it when he was testing it. Apparently, my doorbell and my neighbor's doorbell were operating on the same frequency and were setting each other off. The handy-guy figured out how to change the settings on our respective ding-dong machines and all was hunky-dory. Or so I thought.

    Last week, while I was napping on the couch, the cats and I were rudely awakened by the doorbell. I jumped up and ran to the door (I was expecting a package). But no one was there. I looked around and saw a pizza-delivery guy at my neighbor's door (number 8). Ringing their doorbell. Aha! They must've messed with their doorbell's frequency, causing the problem to start all over again.

    I called my landlord and reported that I was yet again having ding-dong troubles. Again, they sent out a handyman, but not the usual, nice one that helped me install my programmable thermostat. After convincing him that no, the doorbell did not plug in anywhere and that it was indeed a wireless, battery-operated one (we argued for a few minutes before he finally took the housing apart and saw that I was right) and that this had happened before and I wasn't making things up, he called in to get permission to buy a new and different model than my neighbors were using.

    Okay, stay with me here.

    After the first handyman fixed the doorbell frequency and the second handyman completely replaced the doorbell mechanism with a different model, I thought everything was fine. Until yesterday afternoon, when the doorbell went off.

    Misha scrambled for the bedroom (the cats hate the doorbell) and I went to answer the door. Surprise, surprise, no one was there. I looked to my right, at the usual culprit, number 8. Nope, no pizza guy this time. Oooookaaay. I looked around the circle. And saw that across from me, at number 2, a water utility worker was ringing their doorbell. Aaarrgghhh!!!!

    Yes, I called in yet another request to my landlord. By now they are probably convinced that I sneak into my neighbors' places and fiddle maliciously with their doorbells, just for the attention.