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Fuck, I hate thinking up titles for blog entries. It’s never a problem when I’m writing about a single subject, but most of my updates recently have been covering multiple topics. So, I thought I would employ some kind of subject trickery, like spammers do, by making up some interesting topic that piques your interest. All it really does is obfuscate the real subject of the email, which is usually for some boner pills, off-shore pharmacutical web sites, phishing schemes, or next-to-no interest mortgage rates from nefarious Chinaman named Hu. For the love of ham, make it stop!
Okay, for the misleading subject, I’m sorry. But, would you have been excited to read the normal shit I write if the subject had been Some Crap on my Mind? Yeah, that’s what I thought.
This picture is of the windmill in City Beach Park here in Oak Harbor. I decided to start taking some pictures in and around Oak Harbor and place them into an Oak Harbor photo gallery as a rememberance of the 17+ years I’ve lived here. Click here for the gallery.
I’ll be adding more pictures as I take them. I’m going to try to take as many as I can with my six year old digital camera. I really should buy a new one sometime.
So, the search continues for a house in King County as we gather financial records and go through the pre-quaification process. On that note, I was watching John Ratzenberger's Made in America on the Travel Channel Saturday, and Cliff was touring the modular home factory of Silvercrest. Some of the homes they build are indistiguishable from stick-built homes, and look quite nice. This got me to thinking. If we’re going to go into debt for more than a quarter of a million dollars, maybe it would be nice to have a brand new home. Why should we buy someone elses problems? Why should we settle for someone elses cast-off home. The whole idea of old roofs, water damage, weak floors, toxic mold, someone elses dust mites, dead pets in the yard… it turns my sphnicter to granite. Preliminarily, it looks like it may even be cheaper than buying an existing home. We still have some homework to do. Jebus, this whole process is starting to get on my last nerve.
This coming week is our last week working in the Oak Harbor office. We have to pack our offices and disconnect our computers this Thursday so the moving company can come in and move our shit to the Seattle office on Friday. That means we get to work from home on Friday. Joy. I wonder how loud Angel will be when I’m trying to troubleshoot someone’s DSL circuit. “Okay, [squawk] I need [squawk] you to [squawk] power [squawk] cycle [squawk] — SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WHITE PIECE OF SHIT! — your modem. [squawk squawk squawk]“ Should be about as fun as tweezing the hair off the balls of a kitten.
Starting on October 30, we’ll be working in the Seattle office. There are about six of us from Oak Harbor that will be carpooling to Seattle. The thought of commuting for five hours a day sound about as enjoyable as being raped by a Clydesdale without the benefit of lube. At least I’m not buring 18 gallons of unleaded per day in my truck. As of this Friday the 20th, the news from corporate was they are going to buy a company vehicle — a Dodge minivan — for us to make the commute in. While we’re at work, the van would be usable by the sales people to take clients to lunch, or the admins to make a run to one of the data centers. It should be fun to see who will be the first to bring the van back late, making the Oak Harbor people late for their soul-crushing commute back to the Island. Goddamn, I’m gonna hate it. This house buying/build shit needs to be kicked into a higher gear before I go insane.
