Matt of the Dead
We went and saw Shaun of the Dead last night, for a zombie-filled good time. As I told a friend, I'm not going to rush out and buy the DVD as soon as it's out, or anything, but it was definitely worth my $8.50 for a Sunday night's worth of entertainment.
I also got my toll ticket situation worked out. Let's hear it for painless customer service. I called, I told them what was going on, they confirmed the info about my car form the ticket, and the guy said, "Okay, we've updated all your information and removed the fines. Have a great day." So easy. Now I just have to remember to put the tolltag back in my car before I go anywhere in North Dallas.
[Incidentally, this is a posting of random snippets. Just in case you needed to know what you were signing up for.]
I disassembled my bed last night. For those who've never seen it, it's a giant double-mattress sized loft bed that I bought when I lived in the studio loft in Deep Ellum. It's made of big unfinished pinewood boards, and weighs about 200lbs altogether, and it comes apart into about 20 pieces. When I moved to my current place, I'd wondered what I'd do with it (switching from 13' ceilings to 8' ceilings) but had then had the brainstorm that I might be able to assemble it sort of inside out, with the legs pointing up instead of down, to make big bedpost sort of things. It worked, so the bed is still mine (it's not a bed — it's a transformer! — I haven't figured out how to make it look like a robot yet, though). Anyway, post-disassemblage, my bedroom now looks like a lumberyard, and I have to be careful not to trip over everything during those nighttime bathroom visits. At least it's done, though.
I also unintentionally discovered a new way to force myself to eat leftovers promptly: make sure your leftover container is the only unpacked microwavable bowl in the house. I was craving some instant Indian food this morning, but realized I didn't have anything to heat it in since my pasta from this weekend was still in the dish. I ate that instead, and it tasted better than I thought it would. Maybe after a couple of more days of this I can kick my leftover phobia altogether.
Oh, and in case you ever wondered, rooibos tea and milk, left to sit in a mug on the coffee table for 36 hours, makes a very convincing cheese. I poured an object the consistency of a camembert dipped in water into the sink this morning. That'll make your stomach turn first thing, I assure you.
Well, it's 11:45am, and I've already accomplished most of my critical tasks for today (cheese disposal notwithstanding) so I guess it's onto the more long term things:
Take my recycling in (finally) Pack remaining kitchen stuff Pack remaining electronics (no more DVD movies in the living room) Disassemble computer desk? (oh, it pains me to think of sitting on the floor for the rest of the week, but it'll still be good to have the desk done) Take Blue the cat to Mary's dad's house (we finally settled that that's where he'd go for now — not the ideal place, but at least her dad is living there now, so he won't be as lonely as before)
I also got my toll ticket situation worked out. Let's hear it for painless customer service. I called, I told them what was going on, they confirmed the info about my car form the ticket, and the guy said, "Okay, we've updated all your information and removed the fines. Have a great day." So easy. Now I just have to remember to put the tolltag back in my car before I go anywhere in North Dallas.
[Incidentally, this is a posting of random snippets. Just in case you needed to know what you were signing up for.]
I disassembled my bed last night. For those who've never seen it, it's a giant double-mattress sized loft bed that I bought when I lived in the studio loft in Deep Ellum. It's made of big unfinished pinewood boards, and weighs about 200lbs altogether, and it comes apart into about 20 pieces. When I moved to my current place, I'd wondered what I'd do with it (switching from 13' ceilings to 8' ceilings) but had then had the brainstorm that I might be able to assemble it sort of inside out, with the legs pointing up instead of down, to make big bedpost sort of things. It worked, so the bed is still mine (it's not a bed — it's a transformer! — I haven't figured out how to make it look like a robot yet, though). Anyway, post-disassemblage, my bedroom now looks like a lumberyard, and I have to be careful not to trip over everything during those nighttime bathroom visits. At least it's done, though.
I also unintentionally discovered a new way to force myself to eat leftovers promptly: make sure your leftover container is the only unpacked microwavable bowl in the house. I was craving some instant Indian food this morning, but realized I didn't have anything to heat it in since my pasta from this weekend was still in the dish. I ate that instead, and it tasted better than I thought it would. Maybe after a couple of more days of this I can kick my leftover phobia altogether.
Oh, and in case you ever wondered, rooibos tea and milk, left to sit in a mug on the coffee table for 36 hours, makes a very convincing cheese. I poured an object the consistency of a camembert dipped in water into the sink this morning. That'll make your stomach turn first thing, I assure you.
Well, it's 11:45am, and I've already accomplished most of my critical tasks for today (cheese disposal notwithstanding) so I guess it's onto the more long term things: