"I Spent Nine Hours Yesterday Boxing Porn"

Another thrilling weekend. Saturday morning I took Dragonet's car (which we got from Rohanna's mom when she decided she'd rather quit driving of her own accord, rather than discovering she no longer should be on the road the hard way) for inspection to get it re-licensed. We take our vehicles to a small garage at 59th and Prospect because it's rarely busy. When I pulled up, the semi-toothed, white-haired and otherwise multi-hyphenated mechanic who does the inspections was out front, working on a guy's truck, so I sat there waiting for him to finish and usher me into the inspection bay. He gave the car the usual once-over, then told me it had one problem: an exhaust leak. We have until the end of the month to get that checked out and fixed. Just what we needed. Other highlights of the day included my decision to gamble that it wouldn't rain until Monday, and putting off mowing the lawn until then (so far, I am winning the bet), changing the sheets on Dragonet's bed and catching up on the last two episodes of 24 with Rohanna while enjoying the bottle of American Riesling we got her during our trip to Hutchinson. I watched the 9th inning of the Royals-Twins game, and somehow failed to realize it was tied, and turned it off. As it transpired, the Royals won in 11 innings. Oh, and one of our new neighbors across the street came over to mention that one of the tires on my car was low. It wasn't the usual one (driver's side fron), but its diametric opposite. So, two slow leaks (not a euphemism). Joy.

Today I got up and traveled down to NPulsifer's to ride with him and Gisele to Lawrence to help Star and Pooch pack for their move to D.C. We took a quick detour to see the house NPulsifer and Gisele have an offer on, which looks like it will be a very nice place indeed. Once we got to Star and Pooch's, we greeted Holly (Star's ex, and the mother of some of her children) and set to filling boxes with books (fans with books? Shocking!), labeling them and moving them to the garage. After a brief break for pizza, we returned to the task, moving emptied bookcases to the garage, and boxing yet more books. At one point Pooch apologized to Holly for the fact that she was still filling boxes with political books, and she replied with the comment that titles this post.

Intermittently throughout the afternoon, NPulsifer and I were checking in on the Royals game, which wasn't going so well. As in after six innings, the Minnesota pitcher had a no-hitter going. But as we took a break, the Royals went single, single, tater, single, single (no-hit pitcher removed), double, and went from down 4-0 to up 5-4, and won 7-5. That, allong with the Saturday night win, are the kinds of games they would have lost in previous years. The Royals give every indication of being for real this year, which makes me very happy.

And on a musical note (see what I did there?), I passed 17,000 songs in iTunes, as well as 100G. So I really need a new, larger hard drive, too.

"I Spent Nine Hours Yesterday Boxing Porn"

Another thrilling weekend. Saturday morning I took Dragonet's car (which we got from Rohanna's mom when she decided she'd rather quit driving of her own accord, rather than discovering she no longer should be on the road the hard way) for inspection to get it re-licensed. We take our vehicles to a small garage at 59th and Prospect because it's rarely busy. When I pulled up, the semi-toothed, white-haired and otherwise multi-hyphenated mechanic who does the inspections was out front, working on a guy's truck, so I sat there waiting for him to finish and usher me into the inspection bay. He gave the car the usual once-over, then told me it had one problem: an exhaust leak. We have until the end of the month to get that checked out and fixed. Just what we needed. Other highlights of the day included my decision to gamble that it wouldn't rain until Monday, and putting off mowing the lawn until then (so far, I am winning the bet), changing the sheets on Dragonet's bed and catching up on the last two episodes of 24 with Rohanna while enjoying the bottle of American Riesling we got her during our trip to Hutchinson. I watched the 9th inning of the Royals-Twins game, and somehow failed to realize it was tied, and turned it off. As it transpired, the Royals won in 11 innings. Oh, and one of our new neighbors across the street came over to mention that one of the tires on my car was low. It wasn't the usual one (driver's side fron), but its diametric opposite. So, two slow leaks (not a euphemism). Joy.

Today I got up and traveled down to NPulsifer's to ride with him and Gisele to Lawrence to help Star and Pooch pack for their move to D.C. We took a quick detour to see the house NPulsifer and Gisele have an offer on, which looks like it will be a very nice place indeed. Once we got to Star and Pooch's, we greeted Holly (Star's ex, and the mother of some of her children) and set to filling boxes with books (fans with books? Shocking!), labeling them and moving them to the garage. After a brief break for pizza, we returned to the task, moving emptied bookcases to the garage, and boxing yet more books. At one point Pooch apologized to Holly for the fact that she was still filling boxes with political books, and she replied with the comment that titles this post.

Intermittently throughout the afternoon, NPulsifer and I were checking in on the Royals game, which wasn't going so well. As in after six innings, the Minnesota pitcher had a no-hitter going. But as we took a break, the Royals went single, single, tater, single, single (no-hit pitcher removed), double, and went from down 4-0 to up 5-4, and won 7-5. That, allong with the Saturday night win, are the kinds of games they would have lost in previous years. The Royals give every indication of being for real this year, which makes me very happy.

And on a musical note (see what I did there?), I passed 17,000 songs in iTunes, as well as 100G. So I really need a new, larger hard drive, too.