August 15, 2015
Contrary to popular myth, I do leave the house. [Okay not often dammit but I do and also here is living proof I have been seen in sunlight and on the water yay!]
This is the great pirate boat extravanza pictorial.
May 26, 2015
February 7, 2015
I really love this photo — despite the fact, looking at it now, it is clear I need to burn those pants.
That is me and Pumpkin walking through Austin to the Bat Bridge.
Photo by :::Chesher:::
December 14, 2014
Yez, the irony of the statement “serenity” “battles” is not lost on me. Work with me here….
We have living room and we have kitchen, yay!
Also, a Christmas tree, yay!
There was bathroom — okay the bathroom was the first clear room in the place — but the great closet rail collapse of 2014 took that out because for the moment… all the shoes are living in the bathroom. Oops.
The office is still in pretty exciting disarray. That is not going to be fixable till nice men bring the new desk legs. [Um, yez, I said new desk legs.]
The bedroom is almost all put together except for a missing piece of furniture currently living in the office till, um, new desk legs. Also, quite a few clothes are hiding out in the bedroom right now. [Closet rail catastrophe refugees.]
But so far, so good. Kitchen! Living Room! Christmas Tree! Yay!
When I get places put together people look at them and say, Max, that looks very simple I do not know what you have been carrying on about that looks easy.
Let me remind you, sports fans, how this started out:
Doesn’t look so easy now, does it?
Come on closet rail and desk legs! Yay!
December 2, 2014
November 26, 2014
November 18, 2014
Movers are booked. Copious packing supplies have arrived. Paperwork is in works. This is about the time to totally stress out about the move but to my chagrin I discover the cigarette and alcohol stockpiles are way too low for a proper stress out.
This must be corrected immediately.
PS: I told you the blog was shut down for the move right? I totally lied. I am way too stressed to not blog.
November 14, 2014
November 10, 2014
Apparently this is a thing in Austin.
Plastic fake wood flooring.
[It is really gross.]
Flash Back: My ex and I are looking for a microwave.
He keeps saying, What about this one?
[He’s a guy, he’s looking for bells and whistles.]
I keep saying, No! Faux Wood! No No No Ahhh!
[A lot of microwave manufacturers at the time thought it was cool to paint metal microwaves with some sort of freakish fake wood grain.]
[It was so gross.]
After the microwave gauntlet, I overheard my ex one time talking to a salesman and I sort of fell in love with him all over again when he said, “No, it is faux wood.”
[There are some rough things I can say sometimes about my ex but that “faux wood” thing? He did not care a bit about faux wood but he knew I did so faux wood was out and he did not even know I was listening. That is a moment I will always love him for.]
I totally love my broker too because after our faux wood conversation she started getting on the phone to people saying, fiercly, “Faux wood?”
I could kind of hear the pause and “Huh?” on the other side of the line.
She’d snap, “Wood laminate.”
Then I’d kind of hear the “Oh” on the other side of the line.
We haven’t been to a place with faux wood since.
Really hating faux wood knocks 90% of the buildings we might have looked at out of the running.
That is okay with me. Hello! Streamlined house hunt. Yay!
Also panic mode has subsided some we have seen a couple places I actually think I could live in now.
Cross fingers. Light candles.
PS: I’m totally telling you my broker’s name and contact info after I sign a new lease. Before that not so much… you’d totally steal my hot new apartment leads, right? Yeah, I thought so. Skeevy dogs.