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So, update
Oct. 27th, 2005 05:29 pmTo explain... no, no, is too much. To sum up:
The date went well. He was geeky and funny and cute... and apparently not interested in a long term relationship. Which, I'm not exactly out to snare a man next Tuesday, but if I do enter into a relationship, it's with an eye to the long haul. I'm just sayin'. Still, he's neat, and I wouldn't mind having him as a friend.
It was interesting - I mentioned my previous (bad) experiences with online dating, and he seemed to be weird about women who met men online, and I sort of had to defend myself: the ones I do know are taken, gay, gay *and* taken, or simply not right. And meeting new guys? Not so much at work or play, so I must find other avenues. He was all "here, let me help you with your problem" which made me laugh - didn't I just meet him over the internet? Heh.
After that I went north to Home Depot and wandered around for a while and bought myself a new garbage disposal and a pair of new thermostats to replace the original 70's controls for my baseboard heat. I got home and wasn't feeling too well - laid down for a nap, and didn't wake up in time to make it to the Bad Movie: Doom. I feel worse about missing dinner than the movie - it's a Netflixer for sure.
I avoided actually looking at the disposal while I wasn't feeling well, so Sunday morning comes and I poke around online, getting my paladin to level 40 (you get a pony at that level!) but I was just close enough to taste it! (Tasted more like horse than chicken, really.) when of course it was time to run through MC. Lalala raid-y bits. My mage has now 4 pieces of Arcanist regalia (really shiny robes) and a whole lot of RKP debt to work off.
Then I poked at the disposal.
And it fell off.
No, seriously. That leak? That was the disposal unit RUSTING APART!
The lovely grindy bit with the motor, right where it narrows up and before it has all the attachments to the sink? Rusted away.
Ok, leetle bit of shock there.
Decided to call a plumber on Monday, because HOLY SHIT with the RUST and the OMG NASTY GRODDINESS!
Fast forward a couple days. I was brain-dead most of Tuesday (and went home early) and home sick Wednesday. The plumber hasn't responded to my email (her voicemail was full) and I finally dive under the sink to detach the disposal motor from the wall, and try to finagle the attachment bit off the sink drain. The electrical part is fine (I remembered to turn off the power at the fusebox) but the damn thing won't come off the sink!
Can we spell frustration? I'm about ready to chuck the whole damn sink and get a new one. And a shiny new faucet and maybe a hot water spigot andandand...
Worst bit? I can't even cook right now. Because I can't use the sink. I can make tea and ramen and other things that require a minimum of scrubbing, because the dishwasher still works, but it can't handle anything even remotely crusty. So it's tea and toast until I get my sink back.
The date went well. He was geeky and funny and cute... and apparently not interested in a long term relationship. Which, I'm not exactly out to snare a man next Tuesday, but if I do enter into a relationship, it's with an eye to the long haul. I'm just sayin'. Still, he's neat, and I wouldn't mind having him as a friend.
It was interesting - I mentioned my previous (bad) experiences with online dating, and he seemed to be weird about women who met men online, and I sort of had to defend myself: the ones I do know are taken, gay, gay *and* taken, or simply not right. And meeting new guys? Not so much at work or play, so I must find other avenues. He was all "here, let me help you with your problem" which made me laugh - didn't I just meet him over the internet? Heh.
After that I went north to Home Depot and wandered around for a while and bought myself a new garbage disposal and a pair of new thermostats to replace the original 70's controls for my baseboard heat. I got home and wasn't feeling too well - laid down for a nap, and didn't wake up in time to make it to the Bad Movie: Doom. I feel worse about missing dinner than the movie - it's a Netflixer for sure.
I avoided actually looking at the disposal while I wasn't feeling well, so Sunday morning comes and I poke around online, getting my paladin to level 40 (you get a pony at that level!) but I was just close enough to taste it! (Tasted more like horse than chicken, really.) when of course it was time to run through MC. Lalala raid-y bits. My mage has now 4 pieces of Arcanist regalia (really shiny robes) and a whole lot of RKP debt to work off.
Then I poked at the disposal.
And it fell off.
No, seriously. That leak? That was the disposal unit RUSTING APART!
The lovely grindy bit with the motor, right where it narrows up and before it has all the attachments to the sink? Rusted away.
Ok, leetle bit of shock there.
Decided to call a plumber on Monday, because HOLY SHIT with the RUST and the OMG NASTY GRODDINESS!
Fast forward a couple days. I was brain-dead most of Tuesday (and went home early) and home sick Wednesday. The plumber hasn't responded to my email (her voicemail was full) and I finally dive under the sink to detach the disposal motor from the wall, and try to finagle the attachment bit off the sink drain. The electrical part is fine (I remembered to turn off the power at the fusebox) but the damn thing won't come off the sink!
Can we spell frustration? I'm about ready to chuck the whole damn sink and get a new one. And a shiny new faucet and maybe a hot water spigot andandand...
Worst bit? I can't even cook right now. Because I can't use the sink. I can make tea and ramen and other things that require a minimum of scrubbing, because the dishwasher still works, but it can't handle anything even remotely crusty. So it's tea and toast until I get my sink back.
