Captian, My Captian

I'm in a bit of a situation. I lost the tapas to my pots and pans in one of my many moves. Over the last year or so I have come up with no small number of extemporaneous and, if I would say so myself, ingenious tops. But deep inside I've always known that eventually, perhaps in a time of largesse, I would have to go ahead and get replacement tops.

So today I checked the Calphalon website too discover that they don't offer replacement covers for my line of pots and pans. I now face the unenviable prospect of betraying a set of pots and pans that has served me so damn well for a solid 5 years. They are clearly worse for the wear and that makes the whole thing a little sadder. They proudly wear the scars of my service, hundreds of meals cooked for fun, dates, sustenance.

Clearly I can't do it. So I am hoping to fit the covers from another line on my pots and pans.

Short of that....I guess I'll have to stick to on-the-spot ingenuity.

Year of the Boar

I am of an age that is divisible by 12. That means the lunar calendar says it's my year. The year of the boar.

Nothing really that great happening except for a massive sale downstairs =-D.

Maybe I'll throw a party.

EDIT:

So, every few minutes a handful of those dragon dancers go by my window...it's....a little off putting but still quite cool.

Anthropomorphisation

So I bought a roomba. Dylan had one and it was just to awesome to live without. I also bought a banjo and a bookshelf. They will come into play. The Roomba came in yesterday and I ran it for the first time this morning while I was eating breakfast. It ran great, as expected, but my bookshelf is sort of just high enough to for the roomba to wedge itself trying to get under it. So before leaving for work I laid the Banjo case across the edge of the bookshelf so the Roomba could just fly by. Unfortunately I laid the banjo such that it sort of blocked the Roomba's docking station. It's home, if you will. Happily unaware of my poor Roomba's plight I went to work.

When I got home my place was nice and vacuumed. But the Roomba was sitting there, staring forlornly at it's sweet oasis in my desert of carpet, so close yet so far far away. It was dead.

And so now I feel horrible! I keep picturing poor Roomba cheerfully clapping the dust off his hands in a satisfied view of a job well done and heading back for the Roomba equivalent of a "cold-one". After seeing that the way was slightly blocked Roomba just put shoulder to wheel and tried to find another route. After a few minutes of fruitless trying Roomba starts becoming desperate for sweet sweet recharge. So Roomba keeps on trying, each minute of failure bringing the icy hand of death closer. In the end I imagine Roomba lost control and, with fevered brow, raged without effect against his oppressor.

He did die trying, and thats honorable. When I got home the carpet near the docking station, where Roomba lay dead, was turbid from Roomba's repeated attempts.

I know it's just a little robot. But that shit is heart breaking.

The Roomba is charging again.

My Birfday

My mom sent me an e-card this morning. I can't say it's the greatest e-card ever sent in our history as I havn't done any of the requisite legwork, but I am certain that it's at least close.

http://www.bluemountain.com/view.pd?i=159976234&m=4017&rr=y&source=bma999

So besides my "early-20's" several other things have expired today. Most annoying are my driver's license and my car inspection. The car inspection is just a minor chore, but the license comes with it's own set of problems.

The Washington DMV website said I would need to prove my social security number when I go get my new License. Unfortunately my Social Security Card is ideally rotting in some dump or catastrophically in the meaty paws of some carder. In either case, I do not have it. So now I have to go get a new SS card. No beauracracy could possibly prove more canonical than that particular office so I won't be recieving that for a good 3-4 weeks, conservatively.

I'm hoping I can find some other mean's of proving my SSN, or that the SSN office will issue some sort of temporary proof. Otherwise I am not driving for a long time. Damnation if you catch me driving without a valid driver's license.

But, worse case scenario, I am carless for a month or so. Which, as I have said before, is very reasonable when beneath your feet lies a grocery store.