MONSTER POST
Currently playing Sailormoon: Another Story on ZSNES emulator for about the third time, but it's been so long (5 years?) I forgot half of it and totally spent way more time leveling up in the North Pole at +/- 900 XP/battle than I should have, given the next stage it's 3000 XP/battle and it's taking my chosen senshi maybe thirty seconds longer a pop. I don't even remember if I really have to go much higher given there's just Beryl left when I decide to remember how to get there. What I cannot remember either is if/how to get back to Tokyo because I'm missing one piece of a puzzle and you get...something if the puzzle is complete, but I may already have passed up the guy who will trade you something for it. Maybe I should have started all over instead of picking up a saved state that somehow lasted in my forgotten emulator folder. Computers, genius.
Steve's little brother is coming back from Mexico tomorrow, and that is just going to be a barrel of awkward, he's been gone these last four weeks. At least he wasn't here for the pissing matches but I am pretty sure unless someone calls him when he lands at the airport to tell him what happened he's going to be all sorts of confused when he walks into the house and discovers that almost everything is packed in boxes.
I won't have to start worrying about digging through the boxes for things I thought I wouldn't need yet if Katan and I can decide where to live. Two from Saturday were possibilities, in fact the one in Bensenville I LOVED and you wouldn't even believe the view of the city it was a wow. But Katan doesn't like the idea of living close to the Metra tracks. I've lived within 500 feet of freight train tracks 2x in my life and compared to that Metra is like complaining the apartment is too close to parking spaces. Also it is a little close to O'Hare but the thing is it's so well soundproofed when the windows were closed you really couldn't hear anything. When they were open, yea, but the AC was included in the rent so I consider it a deal :). We'll see what else we come up with. The other possibility was a far possibility given that there was no washer/dryer and the 2 BR only come on the ground floor, and I do not want to live on the ground floor. Katan weighs 98 pounds. I'm careless about leaving blinds open. This would be inviting disaster. Also it was in Bloomingdale and I want to move somewhere else; it seems suffocatingly boring to move anything less than 10 miles away from where I am now. So 5 appointments this Sat. and another one on Sunday - I was going to make more for Sunday but that would mean no going out at all and I don't think I'm quite prepared to make that sacrifice.
Last thing - was listening to AM radio on my way to an appointment this afternoon and I heard a segment that 780 borrowed of Katie Couric 'interviewing' the Haitian ambassador, who was in DC, about what he knew so far re: the earthquake. I am still pondering whether the ambassador over explained everything because he wasn't so good with the English or because he realized he was talking to Katie Couric, but the 'interview' went something like this:
Ambassador: "Our white house, which we actually call a palace, has been slightly damaged -"
Couric: "Unhuh-"
Ambassador: "And our tax department, which is like your IRS, has been damaged."
Couric: "And-"
Ambassador: "And the shantytowns outside Port au Prince have collapsed, the walls they are like cards."
And cut. I would really like to know if he was talking down to Couric because that's hilarious. But he kinda blew it talking about damages to gov't buildings before mentioning the massacre doubtless in the Haitian uberghetto. Funnier part was an hour later when I was on the road again there was already another interview with the same guy and this time he spent a few sentences bemoaning the injuries of the poverty ground and a hospital collapsing. No mention of the poor Haitian IRS palace. Which is like your rich people's houses, only made of mud.
Steve's little brother is coming back from Mexico tomorrow, and that is just going to be a barrel of awkward, he's been gone these last four weeks. At least he wasn't here for the pissing matches but I am pretty sure unless someone calls him when he lands at the airport to tell him what happened he's going to be all sorts of confused when he walks into the house and discovers that almost everything is packed in boxes.
I won't have to start worrying about digging through the boxes for things I thought I wouldn't need yet if Katan and I can decide where to live. Two from Saturday were possibilities, in fact the one in Bensenville I LOVED and you wouldn't even believe the view of the city it was a wow. But Katan doesn't like the idea of living close to the Metra tracks. I've lived within 500 feet of freight train tracks 2x in my life and compared to that Metra is like complaining the apartment is too close to parking spaces. Also it is a little close to O'Hare but the thing is it's so well soundproofed when the windows were closed you really couldn't hear anything. When they were open, yea, but the AC was included in the rent so I consider it a deal :). We'll see what else we come up with. The other possibility was a far possibility given that there was no washer/dryer and the 2 BR only come on the ground floor, and I do not want to live on the ground floor. Katan weighs 98 pounds. I'm careless about leaving blinds open. This would be inviting disaster. Also it was in Bloomingdale and I want to move somewhere else; it seems suffocatingly boring to move anything less than 10 miles away from where I am now. So 5 appointments this Sat. and another one on Sunday - I was going to make more for Sunday but that would mean no going out at all and I don't think I'm quite prepared to make that sacrifice.
Last thing - was listening to AM radio on my way to an appointment this afternoon and I heard a segment that 780 borrowed of Katie Couric 'interviewing' the Haitian ambassador, who was in DC, about what he knew so far re: the earthquake. I am still pondering whether the ambassador over explained everything because he wasn't so good with the English or because he realized he was talking to Katie Couric, but the 'interview' went something like this:
Ambassador: "Our white house, which we actually call a palace, has been slightly damaged -"
Couric: "Unhuh-"
Ambassador: "And our tax department, which is like your IRS, has been damaged."
Couric: "And-"
Ambassador: "And the shantytowns outside Port au Prince have collapsed, the walls they are like cards."
And cut. I would really like to know if he was talking down to Couric because that's hilarious. But he kinda blew it talking about damages to gov't buildings before mentioning the massacre doubtless in the Haitian uberghetto. Funnier part was an hour later when I was on the road again there was already another interview with the same guy and this time he spent a few sentences bemoaning the injuries of the poverty ground and a hospital collapsing. No mention of the poor Haitian IRS palace. Which is like your rich people's houses, only made of mud.