LifeBox

I haven’t sat down to type a lot for a good long time. No writing, no coding, no nothin’. Mostly busy with house stuff, or taking a break from doing house stuff.

So, I’m doing a bit of work for the new Austin roller derby site – all sorts of background drama that I’m not even going to try to get into here – and writing the first Perl that I’ve written pretty much since a month or two before we moved. Okay, a little thing here and there, but nothing that required typing for more than a minute straight. My wrists are all stiff and hurty now, after like 30 minutes. Decrepit and out of practice. Bah.

More fun home improvement updates later.

Recently, I’ve been getting a lot of bounced mail. It looks like either a dozen spammers, or one spammer with a diverse portfolio, has been using majcher.com addresses as their Reply-To on their little packets of evil. So, this is a pain to me, because I need to be constantly updating my filters to dump the bounces when they show up, and delete the ones that I can’t catch. Which is work for me, and processing time for the server. Plus, now there are probably thousands of folks out there who don’t know any better, and think that I’m the spammer. Which I’m not. (And yes, I double-checked to make sure I didn’t accidentally nudge my relay open after patching sendmail recently, thanks.)

So, to the spammers out there: What you are doing is not okay. You are vermin, barely human filth, and if I ever meet one of you in person, there will be words. Words like, “JESUS CHRIST, IT BURNS! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GET IT OFF MY CROTCH!” For the slower of you out there, this means that I am considering the application to the cretin’s naughty bits with a rabid badger, which will be on fire. They are not screaming about my attempting to cave in their skull with a length of pipe while they flail about in pain, because I realize that even their limited craniums are capable of a small amount of prioritization.

In other news, we’ve been really really really busy with the house thing. We’re going to Home Depot pretty much every day now. When I fart, it smells like Home Depot. But things are coming together. The current project is the bathroom – tiling, painting, doing the floor, all that. I’ve got a bunch of draft entries waiting to be edited and published, and one of them describes what we’re planning on doing, so, until I get to that, suspense.

Plus, when I become dictator, I will decree that all pipes will be the exact same size.

Haven’t been writing much – been really busy on the house. I’d keep y’all up to date more often, but I don’t just want this to become the official Home Depot blog.

However, I have been doing lots of manly stuff, like mowing, chopping down trees, nailing stuff together, hacking down bamboo, fixing plumbing stuff, and all that. Which makes me tired and sore. We’re pretty much at the Depot every day. Not doing much else besides fixing stuff up and resting in between. We’re going to try to get the bathroom together next, before Bernie’s mom shows up for a visit. Fun fun.

Lots of Wind Waker, lots of resting. Is the resting just an excuse to play Zelda? I don’t think so. Get off my back, you damn cynics!

Okay, it’s not all me working on the couch-dent. We went outside some. Uncle Bernard was playing with the band (Route 12 something or other and their amazing prepubescent fiddle player) at the LBJ wildflower center. Dave and Mel came along, and it was a good time – even better when we decided to swing by the Salt Lick on the way back. Woo!

I haven’t seen the sun in a while, and I got myself a good bit of sunburn on my arms, neck, and face. The yellow eye burns us! So, of course, I took a nap. We were supposed to go to this roller-rave thing with the leri/flipside kids, but we flaked on account of burning and napping. Fortunately, our new neighbors across the street brought us some homemade pecan pie, and we got some good intel about the neighborhood, so that was good.

Now, we do the planning. Bathroom, kitchen, yard… oh, man, we got lots to do.

Dear America: I am really sick of your shit. Cut it out.

My life: Playing Zelda. Sleeping from noon – 5pm. Eating at the Old Alligator Grill, also known as “Chotchkies”, in Office Space. Cleaning House.

We finally got everything moved in yesterday.

We wound up hiring some movers, who ruled (Two Sisters), made a few trips to clean up, and we’re in. Went to the store, got some provisions, rested, fired up some Zelda, and eventually, slept in our new house. Had a Kerby Lane breakfast, which may become our new Mag’s, seein’s how it’s right next door, and open 24/7. The food was pretty tasty, but there were some customer troubles. A couple of bitches rolled up in their big white SUV, sat down, fussed for a little while, then left in a huff after they didn’t get served immediately. They even asked to see the manager to complain that they were being ignored by their waitress. Well, it turns out, they just couldn’t fucking read the big sign in front that said, “Please Wait To Be Seated” – you know, like in every other damn restaurant. That’s okay. We don’t want their kind around here, anyway. The waitress didn’t get in trouble, of course, because the staff there is pretty cool, but we left her a big tip anyway – I know I’d last about an hour in that job, on a good day.

And now, back to zelda, and some more sitting on my ass. I really should put together the computer desks and stuff, but need rest now.