Found out Thursday that I’m not going to get the house I’m renting. The deal fell through on the owner’s side of things. It didn’t appraise for what he was asking for, and he has too much $$ in it to sell for the value. So I’m back to square one — looking for a house to buy.
“You are open-minded and quick to make new friends.”
This is less of a “fortune” cookie, and more of an encouraging “wishful-thinking” type cookie
“In love you could shine as a brilliant star.”
Or, I could be as gooky as a puddle of mud. There’s no telling, really.
Pretty cool site.
So, My closing date is a week away, and I’ve done everything I can possible do, but the termite problem isn’t taken care of, the foundation isn’t taken care of, and the radon is still a problem, all because Barry can’t get on the stick and get this stuff done. So I’m going to lose my interest rate because the owner is a an air-head. And I’m a bit pissed about it.
I’m not against war against the al-Qaida or against Afghanistan. I only hope that we’re waging war in a way we can win, and not ending up in another Vietnam. I wonder whether ground troops are the right answer.
2010 UPDATE: Isn’t this cute that I thought I had any idea about how to conduct a war? I can’t believe I actually wrote that in public and everything.
This just in….a Indiana University corps special forces unit has surrounded the Bed Bath & Beyond in Keystone at the Crossing in Indianapolis.
They believe they have Bed Linen surrounded.
More news as it develops…
“Your eyes will be opened to a world full of beauty, charm, and adventure.”
Hey, I must be going to Disneyworld!
I got an e-mail yesterday from a woman I know who’s on the board of directors of an organization I used to do volunteer work for. She was objecting to something I wrote here in my journal. The e-mail was titled “I’m disappointed” and in it, she chastised me for expressing some opinions about some local political activists in the gay community, then she ordered me to stop expressing such opinions, because “we already have too much of that sort of thing.” THEN, she proceeded to ask me to volunteer some time helping her learn website editing so she could do my former volunteer position.
I actually responded with a relatively polite e-mail explaining (again) that I don’t have the time to volunteer for her organization, as I have other organizations I already work for. Can you believe how mature I was? ME NEITHER. But, hey, I’m safely back on my own website, so here’s what I really think:
If you don’t like something you read here, FUCK OFF. FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF. Also, BITE ME. Plus, how fucking clueless are you to try to order me around on my own website, then to ask me to give my time(=money) to help you out?
Fascinating Letter to the editor of Salon Magazine, by Alexander Wardwell. He believes that the notion that American foreign policy led to the World Trade Center attacks is simplistic and egocentric. Rather, the attack was a strategy to remove the U.S. from the middle east in the long-term so the Taliban can take over.
“You are going to have some new clothes”
When I first read this, I thought, no, I’m buying a house, so I can’t shop for clothes. Then I thought, Emperor’s new clothes?
“Life always get’s harder near the summit.”
Like, is that supposed to cheer me up?
