On Being Evicted.

So I got evicted today.

Kinda sucks.

So, fear not, I have until Oct 1. to find a new residence. It's not like my things are on the lawn and I'm sleeping in the car.

It's not really my problem, (except I have to find a new place to live) it just seems I got caught in the middle of a feud between two angry lesbians and my heretofore cool landlord.

The story goes: I'll give the bridged version: The other two roommates never got along with my heretofore cool landlord. Recently there have been some plumbing issues in the bathroom. Drains needing to be snaked, toilet water cascading into the basement, mystery water bubbling up around the base of the sink (wholly unrelated to the toilet incident since, given the uneveness of the floor the sink is actually substantially uphill of the toilet.) For all intents and purposes all of the plumbing in the bathroom decided to shit the bed within the span of about three weeks. Instead of, perhaps figuring out what the problems what the problems were and dealing with them (ie, trying several home or over the counter remedies for clogged pipes(which I did); finding the source of the sink mystery water(which I also did)) and then doing something about it(which I had Brett, the heretofore cool landlord's boyfriend/rental unit caretaker, do.) the irrational angry lesbians basically went straight for threatening a lawsuit. Emails were sent. Hilarity ensued. As the dust settles, it turns out I have 30 days to arrange a new living situation. I'm taking this all in stride. I sort of wanted away from the lesbians, as they always seemed to be ill, rarely leave the house, and generally suck the energy out of every carbon based life form they encounter. I've also, for a variety of reasons, been considering calling it quits on Minneapolis and seeing what some other part of the country holds for me. Maybe Colorado.

This might just be the Universe trying to tell me something.

And in defense of the heretofore cool landlord. She is actually still cool. She told me, apologizing the whole way. She acknoweldges that none of this is of my making, and I'm a great renter, but she can't go ahead and start the whole eviction process on 2/3rds of a rental unit, and she'll happily provide a glowing recommendation in the future. I'm relly only angry with the roommates for handling the situation like children with lawyers.

A wonderful thing.

I just clicked on the Weather Underground link in my bookmarks for Minneapolis weather, and instead of typing in Westport, CT, or Beaver Dam, WI, or Olympia, WA, I actually am looking to see what the weather will be tomorrow in Minneapolis.

And what a forecast, kids.

Gone Camping

I will be in the mountains for a few days. Please leave a message.

It's time for this weeks installment

Of Everyone's Favorite Game:

Chameleon Or Stick?!?!?!?

So, contestants, which is it?

Mmmm. Bacon.

Grudgingly, I heart NY

I didn't think that I would. I was there in college but remember startlingly little of the city. Saturday night when we first arrived it was hot, sticky, and after learning our AC unit was broke, I was not happy. But Sunday we crashed on the Upper West Side at a staffer's mom's place I started to come around.


Things I learned about NYC:

Nobody has any expectations of efficiency when driving in Manhattan. Thus, rules of the road do not even vaguely apply. Lanes markers are for decoration while lights, and signage are mere suggestions. Turns out you can double or even triple park just about anywhere, so long as you're not completely blocking traffic. This is helpful when driving a giant fish there. Cops tend not to give a shit unless you're actively killing or mugging somebody.

The NY Subway system carries over 5 million rides EVERY DAY. That's 5,000,000. That is equivalent to the State of Minnesota in a day. That's roughly 2 BILLION rides annually. That's more rides than all other transit systems in the US COMBINED. It's staggering. And also breathlessly efficient.

There is cheap beer to be found in Manhattan if you know where to look.

Yeah, I sort of like the place.

Why Liberals Always Lose #3

Those who can, do; those who can't, teach. Those who can't tell their asshole from their elbow, work for a liberal nonprofit.