Success

Last week I put an ad on Craigslist for my loveseat & recliner- I just didn't want to take them back to Maine with me.

Titled: Ask Yourself....
Do you often find yourself wondering where others will sit in your home? Do you worry about having enough furniture space to accommodate potential visitors?

Your worries are over. I have for you a love seat and recliner that I do not wish to move back to Maine with me. Perfect for a college students apartment, hell its perfect for anyone's apartment. Love seat is blue in color, the recliner is a pale red though right now it has a brown slip cover on it. One or both of these items can be yours for the one time, low, low asking price of.....free. Just take them. It isn't so much that I don't want them, I just don't want to move them back to Maine with me. They didn't cost me a thing so I'm not too concerned about giving them away.

Apparently this ad worked, because I just had some guy come over with his room mate and pick them both up. Now if I could just find someone to finish doing all of my packing I would be a happy man.

Things we know.

IF
Head colds / allergies suck balls

AND
Packing / moving sucks goat

THEN
Packing & moving with a head cold sucks goat balls.

I'm congested and feeling crappy. I'm packing up (most) everything in my apartment to move back to Maine. I hate packing. I hate it with the burning passion of a thousand suns (read: a lot). Every time I move the list of essentials gets pared down a bit more.
Computers, clothes, cameras? Yes.

Text books for classes I haven't taught in five years cuz, hey, ya never know when I might want to revamp my lesson plans? Not so much.

Wish me luck. Or Ativan. Yeah, lots & lots of Ativan.

Memory

As we all know there are times when a scent can trigger a memory- the odor of something once familiar bringing back memories of a time past. I was lying in bed just 10 minutes ago, dozing peacefully when an all too familiar scent jarred me from my slumber and caused me to dive out of bed and investigate its origin.

Prior to becoming MedicMatthew I spent 10 years of my life as a volunteer/paid-call hose jockey. Anyone who has spent any time in a fire house knows the scent of bunker gear exposed to smoke. The scent becomes almost pleasant after a while, a calming, comforting reminder of the brotherhood of the fire service. When one is lying in bed in their apartment, years after having been involved in the fire service and this scent wafts into thier nose to stimulate thier olfactory system the first thought might be "there must be a fire near by, my inner whacker must look out the window to investigate." Upon realizing that the scent only comes from windows with window fans blowing air into the apartment the next thought might be, perhaps it is just because the fans are sucking in the air quicker. When the final thought is "SWEET MOTHER OF HOLY F*CK THE SMELL IS COMING FROM THE FANS" one's oh-sh*t-o-meter kicks in to high gear as they move through the apartmen to shut off all fans, unplug them from the walls and evaluate them each as a source of heat.

None of the fans are hot, but they each smell like bunker gear that is long over due for a washing. I don't forsee them getting plugged back in any time soon.

GAAAH

Now, I'm not a cranky person, I'm really not. But when I place an order for an item on the morning of the Monday the 18th and request next day delivery, I would expect that the item would be delivered by the 20th at the latest. This is not the case.
First, I would think that since the order has been divided into two packages that Dell would be able to provide me with information in regards to both packages and let me know that both of them have shipped instead of letting me know about one of them.
Secondly, I would think that since the items originated at the same place and at the same time that the pig fuckers at DHL would deliver them at the same time instead of putting them on two separate delivery trucks. One package, a 2gb SD card was delivered on time, the other item a Garmin Nuvi 250w has not been delivered and no one at DHL can tell me why.

I am not a patient man when it comes to having new geekery delivered.

Craigslist

So, I just posted something on Craigslist for the first time. Let see if I get any takers.

NH Liquor Store

Marko's Monday Search Term Safari this week is brought to us by the letter X and the New Hampshire State Liquor Commission. The New Hampshire State Liquor Commission operates a liquor store at pretty much every major route that crosses the NH/ME border and so it's a required stop on the return trip of any Mainer venturing down to New Hampshire or Massatwoshits simply because the liquor is cheaper and there is no sales tax in New Hampshire. Another reason that these liquor stores are so wonderful is because there are things available there that you can't pick up at a liquor store in Maine. Things like Everclear and plum sake.

I was sitting at this great Japanese restaurant in Portland, Maine one night with a friend enjoying our sushi when we asked our waitress, Cathy, where they get their plum wine. She told us that they get it at the NH liquor store and so we figured that after dinner we would take a trip to Portsmouth and pick some up, this was a Friday evening and we weren't sure of how late they were open and when calling 411 netted us no results we thought "who can we call that would know how late the store is open?" after about five minutes I realized that the only person I could call was my sister in Colorado who hasn't lived in the area for the past fifteen years.

Wow, I just re-read that and realized how incredibly f'in lame it is. I'm sorry that I haven't posted anything lately, it seems that ever since I set up MS Outlook to download RSS feeds for all of the blogs that I read I don't actually log in to blogger to see who has updated their blogs.

This just makes me giggle.

LODD Update

It looks like the family of Alan Parsons will be spared having to sit through a trial for the drunk driver that took Alan's life in July of last year. Chris Boutin has plead guilty to charges of vehicular manslaughter and aggravated operating under the influence. Now lets just hope that the plea deal doesn't let him off lightly

In which I inadvertently scare the crap out of some punk ass bitch

While sitting in my kitchen yesterday evening cleaning my rifle I heard a loud thump against my living room window, much like the sound of a bird flying into a window. I went to investigate and found that some punk threw a tomato at the window of my apartment, my second floor apartment, with enough force to make me jump. Now, when I got up to check things out I just did so and carried with me whatever I had in my hand, so the little shit that threw the tomato just saw my 6'3" 290 pound frame silhouetted in the window holding a rifle & scope. Needless to say he ran like a little bitch and it wasn't until a couple of minutes later that I realized what he must have seen when he looked up.

Oopsie.

Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot

This one makes my patented "Seriously, What The Fuck-ometer" go sky high. I live about 60 miles northwest of Somerset County, Pennsylvania where Flight 93 crashed on September 11, 2001. I have driven by this site several times and I seriously need to stop the next time I'm in Somerset. In my RSS feed today I find this article from WPXI News. Anyone who knows me knows that I am all for tolerance and acceptance, I’m gay, it’s kind of our thing, but to think that someone would design a memorial to the victims and heroes aboard Flight 93, a terrorist act carried out by Muslim extremists, to have so many references to Islam is deplorable. It is a giant crescent with a star on a tower that points to the site of impact and it just also happens that the star and crescent are in line with the holy city of Mecca. Seriously, What. The. Fuck.