Repaired

My Car has returned and it's whole again! Hooray! The reputation of the local auto body shop is well deserved. All evidence of damage is removed, my doors now open and shut, and new paint is perfectly blended with the rest of the car and strangely enough, has a smell similar to bananas. I can't explain that one, but it's kinda cool.

This event along with the radiator incident two months ago makes me think that The West is attempting to assassinate my little orange car...

One Hour Away from Natural Beauty

My sister came to visit this weekend, so we took a trip to the Flaming Gorge Recreation Area and did some sight seeing.

And what fine sights they were!

This is about 55 miles south of me, and it's friggin sweet. You're better off clicking that and viewing the whole picture. It's purty.

Busted Stuff

Just because I signed on with the hivemind doesn't mean I'm abandoning this place!

So, I'm moved it, I have mah Internets back, and my sister is in town for a weekend. Hooray! But that means I'm too busy to post much, but I expect by the end of next week, things will have settled down some. In the meantime, lets take a look at my busted car that's getting repaired this week:

Great stuff! It'll take the better part of a week to fix, but the insurance company will be paying for a rental car durning that time.

In Which Fuzzy Drinks The Kool-Aid

I have made no secrets that I don't like social network sites. Frankly, I never liked the idea of blogging in general. Not until I realized that it was the best way to update friends/family with my Wyoming escapades did I grudgingly decided to create Fuzzy Goes West. It was a better alternative to collecting a stack of email addresses and sending out a mass spam that only half of the people would read.

While at the Family Cottage in Pittsburgh, I learned that my Father was following my Sister on Twitter.

Let me tell you about my father. He is inherently distrustful of the Internet. For the longest time, He would refuse to bank or pay bills online for security reasons of his own imagination. I think he had visions of a masked man cutting the line to the DSL, holding the exposed wires under an burlap sack, and somehow pouring his money into it, perhaps in the form of pixelated dollar signs.

So, no, he demands paper transactions, pays with cash, despite the more likely scenario of identity theft through personal information left on some of those scraps of paper he holds dear.

But he follows my sister, on Twitter. I Lose. I had to do something about it.

And so, If you see my name on the Rolls of the Damned, you'll know why. Ugh.

Just checking in

While I really do love my new place, they haven't gotten the WiFi up yet. So, I'm writing this from the local boozery, the Bridger Valley Lanes (They're a bowling alley too).

Sooo... pictures maybe this weekend when I'm on a proper connection. Later.

Moving Day

I'm writting this from my old house, which is nearly empty, save for the kitchen, which I was never able to get properly packed in time, and some debris on the floor, some of which will be moved today or tomorrow. The bulk of my Stuff is at the new place. The apartment, while smaller, is better than I expected.

First, the kitchen. It has a dishwasher, replacing the inefficient dishwasher I was using before (that would be my hands). It has a microwave that's mounted to the cupboard, replacing the model my sister gave me, which had an underpowered turntable that came dislogdged unless you balance the weight juuuust right, and took up more counterspace than it needed to. The oven/rangetop is new. For me, this means the burners are all even, so when I put a saucepan on the front-left burner, it will stay put, rather than slide clean off like the previous one did. Dangerous AND annoying!

Next, the heating. It's all electric, so my gas bill is history, although the electric bill rising will offset that slightly. All of the rooms have their own thermostat so I can kill the heat in the rooms I'm not using, saving a little more money. And they have this new thing in home construction called insullation that's all the rage. They put some of this stuff in the walls, and it not only keeps the cold from coming in, but it also- and this is where it gets amazing- keeps the heat inside! I'm certain that this technology wasn't around when they built my last place.

Additionally, I'm told they did some soundproofing on the walls and ceilings, so I won't have little old ladies above me pounding on the floor with their canes, screaming to turn down that noise so she can hear her stories.

There was one casualty in the move. When my friends' truck pulled away, my car was parked next to it with an open door which had caught between some of the rails in his trailer and pulled the door the wrong way. So, now I have a nylong strap holding it shut, and I'm going to get a few estimates on the repairs on Monday (Yes, his insurance will cover it).

So, I'll have picutures for you later. I'd have them today, but the transfer cable for my camera is in a box somewhere.

Birds are Stupid

At the Laundromat today, I encountered a bird that had found the one open window to get inside, but was utterly baffled on how to get back out. Not wanting the bird to die of starvation inside a laudromat (an awful place for any creature to die), I opened the door and attempted to shoo it back outside.

Ah, but birds aren't built for reasoning things out. This one relentlessly darted for the same pane of glass several times, as it appeared to be the biggest portal to the outdoors. So I'm standing there yelling at the thing: "That's right, go for the door- no, not the- *thwack* dammit!" after it thuds to the ground, it just sits there for a few minutes, stunned, as I walk over to see if it sustained any fatal injuries.

Dramatized Bird Thoughts:

"The two-legger is approaching, flee, flee! Ah ha! An exit! Freedom! Faster! *WHAM* Uh... the two legger must have set up a trap or something... soooo woosy... Oh no, it's coming back! Am I going to die? What's it holding over my head?" (note: it was my phone in camera mode)

I recieved a phone call from a friend of mine, so I told him about the incarnation of stupid on wings, and he told me to toss a shirt over it, and scoop it up and carry it outside. Good idea, so I finally set the terrified bird outside, and joined its buddies across the street at the bird feeder. He's probably warning them of the cave with the invisible barriers, and the two legged giants that chase the birdies around for their own sick pleasure.

Stupid Bird.

Scattershot Post - Two Barrels of Word Pellets

Several items, none that can fill out an entire post. You know the drill:

• In Salt Lake City, there is a store called Game Night Games that specializes in European board games, and other semi-obscure games. Meaning you wont find them at Toys R' Us between Chutes and Ladders and Sorry. The have open tables on weekends, so I learned how to play Puerto Rico with some like minded strangers. I'm liking Salt Lake more and more these days.
• In electronic gaming, Starcraft II recently was pushed back to a release in the first have of 2010, and that makes me sad. I wanted a Zergling rush for Christmas. (For those of you unfamiliar with the terminology, it's kinda like this).
• A few weeks ago, I got the news that Dabel Brothers Publishing are going to finish the comic book series based on Robert Jordan's The New Spring. This series was first published by Red Eagle Entertainment and illustrated by the Dabel Brothers, but some business SNAFU kept the last issues from being completed. So now, the Brother's are publishing it themselves, and they are also illustrating/publishing the comic book based on the Wheel of Time series. I just got the first taste of it in the mail today. Friggin Sweet.
• I'm enjoying the whole karaoke master gig, but some nights, the drunken idiots are out in force. This past Friday was one of those nights. Some sloppy-drunk girl got belted by some angry-drunk guy, and some stupid-drunk dude just couldn't get it in his head that I. Don't. Have. Any. Music. From. Crystal Dew. English, mother****er, DO YOU SPEAK IT?!?!?
• I'm juggling three consecutive weekends involving a wedding in Pittsburgh, a move to another apartment, and a visit from my sister. When it rains, it pours.
• And finally, here's a band that I've recently discovered: Streetlight Manifesto. Any band that lists the Squirrel Nut Zippers as an influence must be good.

Reduction

When I first began the process of packing, I figured "No big deal, I just did this two years ago." Ah, but that was me moving out of my parents house with one bedroom full of stuff, plus a few start-up household goods donated by the 'rents and my sister. That was not a big deal.

Since my arrival here, I've acquired a lot more stuff. Some of that stuff off the top of my head includes:

• One large futon from coworker
• One large futon from home
• Matching coffee table and end table
• Non-matching coffee table and end table
• Full size mattress w/ box springs (no frame)
• End Table like item, used as a TV Stand
• Card table and chairs
• Kitchenware (Pots/pans, dishes, glasses, cutlery, flatware, small appliances)
• Nonperishable groceries
• Large Armchair w/ ottoman (From Home)

Soon, I'll have one less Bedroom and a smaller Living room. And while I think everything will fit, it may be a bit... cramped. Another coworker might be interested in taking a futon off my hands (thus continuing the circle of life) but I'd like to ditch one of these coffee tables, I think. Well, I'll see what I can do.

Joke Overheard at the Bar

Q: What's the most successful pickup line in history?

A: "Hey, does this smell like chloroform to you?"

See Also: "Does this drink taste like there's Rohypnol in it?"