BEST. QUOTE. EVER.

"The only reason I like getting hit on is because it gives me more practice turning people down."

Summer Migration

It's that time of year again.

The weather has warmed up. Trees are just starting to sprout those first few leaves. The air has a hint of perfume in the breeze...

... And my ass is sleeping in the basement.

Yes, it's a sad fact that, while constructing this house, my father failed to use a most essential tool, common to everyday life.

His brain.

When he built the house, he did a right good job of it through most of the work. However, one glaring exception would be my bedroom. In said bedroom, there is the typical ventalation system in which one opening is for the supply (air flowing into the room) and the exhaust (air flowing out of the room). However, in his haste to get things done, he failed to PUT THEM IN THE RIGHT SPOTS. Oh, not like a few inches away from where they should be or anything like that. He put the supply where the exhaust was supposed to go and vice versa. Also, he DIDN'T QUITE FINISH THE JOB because the exhaust ends... no where! It's a hole that goes down to the basement and meets up with nothingness unlike the other air ducts which meet back up with the system to keep things moving smoothly. So, because of this small oversight, my room get's no air in it in the summer. So, by the time the temps hit in the 80's, the room is officially unlivable. Couple that with the fact that it's right next to the garage's roof and we're talking baking.

This week, the high's have been around 85, and boy, can you tell. It's honest to goddess hot out there. And it's worse inside a room with no flowing air. I've tried just about everything imaginable to get things livable in there, but you can only have so many fans going at once before the breakers kick in. Don't misunderstand, I don't dislike the basement. It's nice and cool and dark no matter what time of day it is. That alone makes it a perfect place to sleep. But, it can get a bit nippy. That, and it's where the computer is, means that I don't have far to go to post on here or do anything online at all. Until I get my laptop, that is.

Anyway, it's off to bed for me. Hopefully I won't sleep the whole damn day away.

Slacker!

Yeah, I know I've not been giving my website the amount of time it deserves.

But, I think I'm within my rights for the most part. It's not like nothings happened, really, it's just all been the same thing over and over. Talked to my friend Kym last night who called out of the blue. Went to see Dany Saturday night and watched Brokeback Mountain and caught them up somewhat on Battlestar Galactica.

Past that, it's all been all about Dad.

Some good news on that front, though. A few weeks ago, I got a letter from my dad sheet metal workers union. Apparantly, my step-mother-gold-digging-shrew-beast filed for his accidental death and dismemberment insurance a month ago or so. Well, according to this letter, his last valid insurance card was back in 1978. The only names on it as beneficiaries are my brother, sister and myself. So, they were writing to inform us that they needed our signitures.

I must admit, they should have made that a little more obvious in the letter. From what I had gathered, we had to do the filing all over again. So, I sprang into action. Called my lawyers to tell them that they didn't need to get involved in it since I had it covered, ran to Lacon to get three copies of my dad's death certificate for us, got information about getting a copy of the police report, ran to the local union hall to find out if I needed a copy of everything for each of us, or will one be enough, and then called my sister and brother to get them to send me their stuff, so I could send it all out together so the paperwork will be finished faster.

Then, after all that, I called the international headquarters where the letter originated, to find out if it's ok if we sent it all together would that be ok. Come to find out that it's very true that you should always call first before doing anything. If I'd called them first, I would have talked to the really nice lady in Alexandria Virginia and have her explain to me that my step-mother-gold-digging-shrew-beast had sent all the information they needed and all they needed from us was the forms with our signatures.

That's it. So, here I am, waiting for my brothers form to come in so I can send them out. It's not a lot of money we're talking about. Only $7,500. Yeah, I know I should be shot for saying "only" but I'm really hoping for getting a lot more from the other situation that seems to be caught up in seeing which side is going to blink first. My lawyers have basically told her lawyers that we're not putting up with their shit much longer and they need to start talking real amounts and when we're getting it and it'd better be a fair amount or else we're going to court and SHE DOES NOT WANT US TO APPEAR BEFORE A JUDGE BECAUSE MY SISTER AND I WILL TURN HER INTO A PILE OF ASH AND SKIP MERRY AROUND IT.

Sorry. We're egging for a fight I guess. And, sad to say, that's where it looks like it's headed. She's not wanting to agree that we were his children, hense entitled to anything.

But anyway, the union stuff will only take about two or three weeks to process (once I get Ryan's stuff to send off) and we'll all get $2,500. What am I doing with my share, you ask?
Glad you asked, because I'm sure you're all going to be marginally pleased. First off, I'm getting a new computer, because this one needs to be decomissioned. Secondly, I'm going to break down and join the rest of you in the 21st century and get a cell phone. My sister's been bugging me about getting one so we can talk for free when we get into our hour long talks every week.

So, in short, that's what's going on. I wish I heard more from you guys and my other friends out there in the ethers, but I understand that us talking for real is hard since I'm asleep when you're awake and you're asleep when I'm awake. Someday, we'll get something worked out where we can actually talk or somethin.