Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Life's hard.. But it ain't that hard.

Happiness is an inside job, true. And if you have your health (and are lucky enough to have friends and family too), you're doing damned good.

Not being prepared for the painters to start working on the house.. and thinking you had extra house keys but none of them work.. and so your roommate who works second shift has had to deal with the contractors -- yeah. Usually I'm better prepared than this, or I try to be. Usually I'm in town.

It's all working (by the grace of roommate and contractors), but.. I thought it was all supposed to have been done last week.. Given that, you'd think I would have put some thought into what the contractors might need. Like house keys. Gah.

The reason I'm out of town is that I'm in Sioux City (our airport code is SUX. Thankfully, awesome people have taken advantage of this gift. See above) visiting mom. The "What I'd like more of in 2010" goal of "see Mom every season" is almost complete! That's good, as my "listen to more classical music" goal hasn't amounted to poop.

Onward.

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

That's the price of a car!

The plumber was early. That's pretty awesome for a plumber to be. However, it was 8:35a.m., and I was still in bed, guessing I had at least 10 minutes to put on pants. Alas. .. This totally sounds like the beginning of a porno.

About a year ago, my mom came up and helped WALLPAPER THE KITCHEN CEILING. Not only would the prescribed plumbing remedy (again, porno) tear down that beautiful ceiling, lovingly put up with minimal swears, but it would (my dog just farted..) cost as much as a used car.

So - - this is what needs to happen to my house. There is no denying that.

However, I'm hoping to put the house on the market in about 6+ months.

Will this repair increase the price of my house by that much? Heavens no. If I don't do it, will the potential buyer ask for the cost of the repair to be taken out of the asking price? Heavens yes, and wisely so.

This is what adulthood smells like sometimes. Dog farts.

Wow, it's windy out.

Anywhoo - -

A teenager has come to live with us. His name is Frank, which is short for Franklin (as in Benjamin Franklin, Frank Mills - - who I've actually never seen - - , and Franklin Richards, son of Mr. Fantastic.) Frank is grey with yellowgoldbrown eyes. Frank likes cuddles and merlot (per picture), long walks on the beach and having the other animals chase him. He's classy.

Franklin bounded in, as all relationships start, with all of his junk attached. Tomorrow, we go in for the operation. Please send good thoughts Frank's way.

Hey! I have a show coming up. Please come - - it's funny. :)

Made it to the state fair, and am comfortable with all of my food choices! Pictures to come!

Onward.

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

BWAHAHAHA! My friend is an oracle.

My friend Scott facebook'd me this.. (it's ever so slightly lady Gaga, if only cuz Lady Gaga is on everyone's mind this week)

"I had a fantastic dream with you as the star. BNW was putting on Jen Scott Days because of the critical and public success of your web show with its write-up in Newsweek. You were doing a live version of that show in which you play a Science Fiction Tooth Fairy with a long-standing grudge with Mr. Spock. In the show you solve humorous math puzzles, take a bubble bath wearing a flesh-colored tinker-bell costume and have fans who help you by selling instant print, custom bumper stickers in the lobby.

The fame and production (with its 1970s Dr. Who special effects) are stressing you out a little bit, but you are having a great deal of fun because you realize that the fame is transient. As you point out, yours are the only posters in the BNW with a "Please Remove by....." date on them."


Mine ARE the only posters with a remove by date on them at the BNW. Humorous math problems! And Mr. Spock is so frustrating!

Uhm. I really want to do the Science Fiction Tooth Fairy show now. If this is a sign that I need to put together a web show, good god -- I will follow this sign!!!

1970s special effects make me think of Dr. Who, which makes me think of the Star Hustler.



There is only happiness here.

Fame is transient, friends.

This means I need to let Joe and Brandi about the dreams I dreamt about them in the last two days (German beerhall basement theater and fitness programs that only Williams' grads know).

Onward. :)