So Shalome and I are almost entirely moved into our new loft in downtown LBC. It's so fucking awesome I still can't believe it half the time. There are only two downsides...well...three:
1) Moving everything from the house of two geeks and the office of their web development company into one loft results in wall-to-wall technocrap. I swear to god, we've got more monitors than we could possibly know what to do with, and enough ancient hardware to power a third-world school for some time.
2) I'm apparently cursed as far as gas service goes. I didn't have hot water for the first 5 months at my old place, and a week after moving in here, still no hot water. I was going to go get it switched over to here tomorrow, but we've got a meeting with a client in the middle of the goddamn desert that will keep us busy for the better part of the day.
...and 3) Getting the loft drained my bank account by a few thousand dollars. Thus, I couldn't afford another $250 for the deposit on a cool underground, gated parking spot like Shal has. This means that tomorrow morning, I'll be getting up at 6:45 in the fucking morning to move my car because the only spot available tonight after we got done moving was in a lane that gets used for rush hour traffic from 7-9am.
Oh well, at least we've got some super cool events coming up that should be all sorts of fun.
This is [one of a couple places] where I say that EricAllen is a fucking god. He helped us move twice and brought us a dolly and a fridge tonight, which might not sound like much, but when you've been moving things for 4 solid days, and you're trying to figure out how you're going to get the last couple carloads of heavy shit you don't even want out of your old place, and he calls and says he's coming by to drop off our new fridge and sure he'll help us move shit with his big dolly, it's a lot like being cold and hungry and stumbling across an old winter coat you forgot you had, and finding $200 in the pocket.
Thanks Eric.
bean!
1) Moving everything from the house of two geeks and the office of their web development company into one loft results in wall-to-wall technocrap. I swear to god, we've got more monitors than we could possibly know what to do with, and enough ancient hardware to power a third-world school for some time.
2) I'm apparently cursed as far as gas service goes. I didn't have hot water for the first 5 months at my old place, and a week after moving in here, still no hot water. I was going to go get it switched over to here tomorrow, but we've got a meeting with a client in the middle of the goddamn desert that will keep us busy for the better part of the day.
...and 3) Getting the loft drained my bank account by a few thousand dollars. Thus, I couldn't afford another $250 for the deposit on a cool underground, gated parking spot like Shal has. This means that tomorrow morning, I'll be getting up at 6:45 in the fucking morning to move my car because the only spot available tonight after we got done moving was in a lane that gets used for rush hour traffic from 7-9am.
Oh well, at least we've got some super cool events coming up that should be all sorts of fun.
This is [one of a couple places] where I say that EricAllen is a fucking god. He helped us move twice and brought us a dolly and a fridge tonight, which might not sound like much, but when you've been moving things for 4 solid days, and you're trying to figure out how you're going to get the last couple carloads of heavy shit you don't even want out of your old place, and he calls and says he's coming by to drop off our new fridge and sure he'll help us move shit with his big dolly, it's a lot like being cold and hungry and stumbling across an old winter coat you forgot you had, and finding $200 in the pocket.
Thanks Eric.
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I'm trying to write up something I should send by email before I get to bed, and it's 11.30pm here. Not quite sunrise as in your case, but I have to be up then.
So you're not the only one to suffer!
He has almost nothing associated with his name on the internet. But because of the way Google counts blogs and the way SG is so huge and popular (while my friend's name is almost unheard of), it shows up near the top of Google searches for his name, Aram Parker.
So now, many friends, remembering Aram, decide randomly to Google his name. The only seemingly relevant hit is on this Suicidegirls.com hit, from a guy in Anchorage, AK. It's his journal. We can persurse his entire journal. many people will shortly recognize who did this.
I didn't write anything bad about about my late friend, but I figured my SG journal was anonymous, when now a lot of people I know and who will know "stockula" is me, will be reading my damn journal. First of whom was my best friend who said "It's pretty obvious this was you."
Because just about everything in my old profile and journal and everything else about me on this was pretty much up front and real. And I'm a real private person.
[Edited on Sep 27, 2004 11:18PM]