Saturday, May 23, 2009

Sasquatch!


Sasquatch!
Originally uploaded by urn
So imagine a kegger that's going on all night long, with a couple thousand of your closest friends. Yeah. Wow.

This year's theme: we're too old for this shit. :)

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

I want to be happy, I do.

Not bad for 5 years, but when we set sail on the fail boat, we go for the luxury cruise package. But I get ahead of myself. Allow me to 'splain.

Kat and I got the call today to schedule our closing signing appointment for the house. The notary was available at 4pm, so Kat and I met at the escrow office and tucked in to an inch thick stack of papers to sign and date, with some initialling sprinkled in. It took a solid hour, and we emerged with crampy wrists, excited about what we just did. We'll get the keys on Thursday, after some final paperwork processing.

Walking out of the escrow office, we looked across the street toward where we had both parked our cars. The street seemed strangely empty. Maybe we were turned around. After all, we both had a little trouble finding the office, and we'd walked up and down the block a bit. We crossed the street to where the cars were supposed to be.

I don't even know how to write what happened in a clever way. We'd parked in a "No parking from 4-6pm" zone. Both of us. While we were signing the paperwork so we could happily buy our house, our cars were being ticketed, towed, and impounded. In my five years living and parking in the heart of the city, this is the first time I've ever run into these signs. And they suck! I wish I had a good excuse about what went wrong, but it was just that I didn't read the sign carefully enough. My head was swimming with the fact that I was about to buy a house and sign a bunch of confusing paperwork. Kat didn't see her sign, since it was another half a block up the road, and she was in the same daze I was in.

This was supposed to be such a happy day for us, dammit. Instead, we had to pay a buttload of money to get our cars out of the impound lot. Gah! Stupid parking!

Patsy was a knight in shining armor and rescued us in multiple ways: Looking up phone numbers, driving us to the impound lot, and waiting with us as the jerk at the lot laughed when I told him I had two cars to pay for, and then took his sweet time stabbing keys on his greasy keyboard. Thank you Patsy!

*sigh* We'll be happy tomorrow. Tonight we're grumpy. The ice cream helped, a little. Maybe I'll have a little more.

Ack!

I'm |--------| far away from signing the paperwrk to close on our house! Ack!

Saturday, May 16, 2009

I... I don't even know where to start...

That would be a dear friend's parents. Dancing in front of underwear boy. At gay bingo.

There are times that my life rules. This would be one of them. :)

Monday, May 11, 2009

Devious, for the greater good

Coworker has a habit of leaving his computer unlocked. (bad) Coworker's spelling and proofreading skills receive an Urn Rating™ of "lacking." Coworker's Outlook has now been set to auto-check spelling on all outgoing email.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Blue-est Skies


Blue-est Skies
Originally uploaded by urn
Oh, hells yes. Just sitting in Brian and Patsy's back yard, the sun is out, and we all have nothing to do but enjoy it. Got some music playing, the dog has a bone to chew on, and there's the perfect breeze keeping it comfortable. It's one of those "life is ridiculously good" moments.

I live for these.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

When it rains, it pours

I'm trying to finish up some code for an application at work. I've said I will have it done by 1:30 or so, so the tester can hopefully run an initial test pass today. As I'm looking over the code one more time, I see a logic issue, and go to fix it.

Fixing this issue reveals another one, and I have to hunt it down. Finding and fixing that, I upload my code to my dev server and attempt to access the app... IIS (the web server software) seems to have locked up.

I'm in the middle of restarting IIS, and I'm trying to hurry up so I can make sure my code works before I hand it to the tester, and out of nowhere I have to pee. Not like "oh, I'll have to get on that when I have a sec." No, my bladder's like "Remember that soda you had earlier? We're going in 15 seconds, with or without you. I suggest you join us." WTF?

I suppose the power's going to go out ne

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Happy Birthday Shawn!


Happy Birthday Shawn!
Originally uploaded by urn
..And for Shawn's birthday, we gave him the Chelada. And he drank it.

And I think I'm going to have to try it. Ugh.