The Road to Boulder: Move-in Hiatus

So I made it here in once piece, however my modem is still in the mail so it may be a few more days before I can get on for real and post in freedom. Currently I am in the beautiful Boulder Public Library, where I some day hope to be employed.

A few things that must be said:

-My dad refuses to change his watch to mountain time, so he's constantly two hours ahead (he already wakes up at 5am, so his sleep cycle is now 10pm to 3am.

-He also cannot remember a single street name, what direction is west, and what my apartment looks like. Thus I am the navigator. This does not bode well.

In case you didn't know, my parents were kind enough to drive me out here to help me set up, but I have no idea when they plan to leave, so in three days or so their bodies will no doubt be found floating in the Baseline Reservoir. I kid. I love.

(My new place: Before and After - August 2006)

The Road to Boulder: Effing Arch

I've found a computer at a hotel in Kansas, so I figured I get this entry together. I'll come back and write it for real once I get my computer hooked up in Boulder on Tuesday.

Zounds! Twelve hours in one day is pretty good I'd say. Especially when you do it the next day as well. Ugh.. anyway last night we stayed in the loving truck stop town of Effingham known for it's car show in September and "the big cross on the freeway." The Holiday Inn Express was off of a road called, honest to god, Avenue of Mid America. That sounds like [joke to be added], if you know what I mean, LOL, ROFL, OMGWTFBBQ.

(Effingham, IL - July 2006)

Also, we stopped in St. Louis today to see the arch, which my mother kept calling "the tower." Sigh. It was cool looking I suppose, but there's a horrible heat wave out here right now, and Missouri was 100 degrees. Anyway, the museum below the arch is the "Jefferson Museum of Expansion" which had a talking animatronic minter, indian, black solider, and William Clark, who winked everytime he said anything about the Native Americans like "we gave the Indians metals in exchange for land, and gave them lots to live on." Ahh... America.

(Gateway Arch - July 2006)

More later folks.

The Road to Boulder: Farewell!

I'll be shipping out at 5am tomorrow morning, and my chariot is all packed and ready for the three day adventure. I'll see if I can't snap some nice pictures from Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Kansas and Colorado. Ugh.

(Chariot of Fire - July 2006)

Farewell, Maryland! Take care of yourself while I'm away, and don't take any wooden nickels. Talk to you all when I hook up my internet in Boulder (I'm aware that there's no actual human interaction in blogging).

Moving out.

I'm in the process of moving out of my apartment, and I'll be heading on Saturday morning for a three day road trip to Boulder.

But before that there are a few links I should bring to your attention:

Dear God these pictures are frightening.

Reload this page for about two hours, then you'll be in my world.

Were you aware you can watch adult swim programming for free (legally no less).

Back to cleaning and packing.

Powershot SD700 and HoW?

So my new camera showed up in the mail, and after taking the time to actually read the user's manual I discovered a number of nifty features, the coolest of which is the color accent mode. Go ahead and click the samples from my parents backyard to see the full picture, if you're interested in that sort of thing:

(Color Accent Mode - July 2006)

I hope somebody appreciates those shots, because I got like eight bug bites taking them. On another topic, I stumbled upon a most interesting book for 2.99 in the bargain aisle at Border's last night. It's the first book in the Haggis-on-Whey World of Unbelievable Brilliance collection entitled Giraffes? Giraffes! Allow me a moment to quote from this very informative work:

The legs of giraffes are filled with various types of fruit juice. You see, giraffes love drinking fruit juices - pineapple, boysenberry, mango-lemon - but their bodes have no real use for fruit juice, so it all trickes down to their legs where it stays and squishes around. This should have been obvious to you.

If that selection wasn't enough to justify my three dollar splurge, I'd recommend delving further into its pages. On a final note, I'm becoming increasingly anxious about the 12 more days until my move. I'm excited to be going out to Boulder, but my parents' constant attempts to help me get ready seem to just be making me more wound up. Apparently I'll be moving to the middle of a wasteland with no possible way of buying silverware, an iron, and a fourth power strip (as if I needed the three I already own), so these are all things I'll need to get now. Yeesh. At least I got some milk today.

The List Ends.

And so ends The Miss List (maybe). As of today, I have only a bit over two weeks in Maryland, and I'm running out of things to prepare. The way I'm going I'll probably have everything packed with a week to spare, during which I'll have nothing to do but sit on my thumbs. Ooh, I know! I'll take a vacation... from unemployment?

Since I'm way OCD about such things, I've organized my entries, so if you'd care to read any of the Miss List you can now find the older entries here or from the link where the archives once were.

Also, my friend Jen has just informed me of her jewelry blog, so if you're into that sort of thing check out Midnight Beadings.

Worst Week Ever.

I've realized that by leaving the occurances over the last week ambiguous I make my situation sound more dramatic, so rather than go into the details I'll just say that things have pretty much worked themselves out, and although insurance companies are a pain in the ass, when needed they do help. So important thing is, I can buy a new digital camera with the settlement. Oh, and when I gave blood yesterday (in the hopes of working out my karma issues) my blood pressure and iron levels were good... so that's a plus.

The end.

Ikea!!

Today I was able to purchase most of my bedroom furniture for the upcoming move. Lucky for me an Ikea is a little over a five minutes ride my current apartment. As it appears the closest Ikea to Colorado is either in Texas or California, this month will be my last chance to get "affordable Swedish crap." In addition to a desk and dresser, I just had to get a tyft, check it out (in Swedish even!). If the picture/language confuses you allow me to clarify. It's a wall lamp, it has changeable decorative shades, and it was like ten bucks.

(Cutest damn bunny ever)

I realize that picture had no relevance, but merely a link to it would have been a travesty. Anyways, I still need a bed, couch, kitchen table, job, long-term career goal, my own island named Drakosia, my own utopian community (Drakopolis) upon the aforementioned island where Dr. Snugglewhatzit (as I call him) may frolic in peace with his other genetically cutified bunny pals, and finally the ability to make a coherent joke that doesn't involve rambling on about my last name. I'll bet I could find most of that on craigslist (look for my classified: Budding Evil Genius seeks Power-Hungry Dominatrix to Rule the Armies of the Night). Yep, well I think that's just about all I have to say then. Is it wrong that I'm excited about picking out silverware?

And to reassert my masculinity: Riki-oh.

More on Boulder.

Thanks to Google Maps I now have several reasons to be excited about my new apartment's location. Not only is it close to Pearl Street Mall (also shown in the panorama in Mountains [don't click it.. just scroll]) the main branch of the Boulder Public Library (which I pray will hire me) but I have now found that within a few blocks there is not only a Target (which carries the entirety of my skin care regiment), but (get this) an Old Navy! For anyone who has ever paid close attention to my wardrobe, out of sheer laziness 75% is that particular brand. In my defense I don't do it so I can sport the label, and in recent years I have steered towards buying only the plain shirts (as to maintain the illusion of variety), which tend to be cheaper anyway (i'm not about to pay extra to be associated with the image Old Navy's advertisements create). So it's good news that I can take care of all my shopping sine car. So all and all it seems the furthest thing (though still walkable) is the school itself (of course that hardly matters). It seems the blockage in my writing organ has been cleaned out a bit (I wonder if it was from all that chianti and carbonara).

(Incredibly Accurate Map of Boulder)

As I was browsing Google's image search to find fitting and relevant shots like this, I stumbled upon the Wikipedia entry for Boulder. Some interesting people lived there, so check it out.