Ok, I’m all moved into the new place, except for the phone and DSL. Verizon is over two weeks late getting the damn things installed. And, you’ll notice, those are my only ways of connecting to the world-wide inter-web, so I’ve been connection-less for a while now. Good thing I have internet at work. Along with Verizon, I’m also mad at the movers who couldn’t get my couch upstairs to the living room and dumped it in the basement instead. Anyone want to buy a nice couch?
So I’m reading Heather B.’s dooce.com today and see that she has bought her first ever box of Cascade for her new dishwasher. I share in that joy as yesterday I bought, for the first time in my life, dishwasher, um, washer stuff. I didn’t get Cascade, but a box of nifty little three-layer tablets that have a magic ball of some sort in the center. I brought them home, loaded up the dishwasher, pressed the bottons to select my options and… nothing. “Is there an ‘On’ button that I’m missing?” I thought to myself. I looked all over the front of the machine and I could find nothing that resembled a “On” or “Start” button. I tried to look in the back, as it could possibly not be plugged in. The ‘fridge wasn’t so this is a valid theory. I soon discover that the dishwasher is on wheels and can be moved freely about the kitchen. This, of course, means that it’s not attached to the wall via a power cord or anything, confirming my theory that it was, indeed, unplugged. I locate the power cord all nicely coiled up in a compartment in the back, right next to the tube where you plug the water supply into, also not plugged in. I survey the area where the dishwasher was. There is no piping or anything for water. This is very very strange. “Is there a hook-up in the closet by where the dishwasher was?” “No.” “Dammit.” I ended up leaving a message for Bud, the caretaker, as to why I was taunted with a dishwasher when there is no place to actually plug it in and use it, and I washed my dishes in the sink feeling like I’m back in the stone-age.
I’m still in VT, moving, with a blown out knee. Sunghee has laughed in the face of the terror alert and flown to SF, CA this morning.
I’m still working on a complete write up of the first ROH doubleshot weekend, 11/28-11/29. Not that’s it’s going to be amazingly grand or anything, it’s just finding time to finish writing it. One thing I would like to share was the second night, in MA, before the show AJ Styles had a portable DVD player setup and a few people were watching the Ric Flair DVD. I had to step back for a moment during the Clash VI Flair/Steamboat match and realize that I’m sitting next to someone who’s held the belt these two guys on the DVD were fighting for at the Superdome (plus he’s the same age as me), and the Gary Michael Cappetta, the announcer for the evening, was on the other side of me. Very surreal moment.
So I’m cleaning up the living room tonight so the apartment looks presentable for possible tenants to take my place, when I find the ticket stub for the first Elliott Smith show I saw at Higher Ground. May 20, 2000. I have no idea why it was inbetween a year old “B” section of Seven Days and a game of “Frustration”, but it sure was nice to find.
