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Thanks to everyone for coming out to celebrate my Apartment-Warming! I am glad everyone enjoyed themselves and got terribly full on my food.

I’ve learned a few lessons and I’m posting them here for others for the future:

• Do not make Borscht
• Check with the Parking Department to see if they are going to implement a bizarre lockdown policy on the primary lot for your apartment.
• Know the number of the person to call to get parking lot unlocked so people can escape.
• Keep a playlist on your ipod marked "Party" for unexpected occasions.
• If you must make borscht, follow the recipe properly… and maybe serve it warm… but just try not to serve it at all.

For those of you who had to escape from the parking lot, I want to apologize for the craziness and let you know that I am registering a formal complaint with the Parking Office, City Hall and Mayor Nancy Cozean herself.

Thanks again, everyone, for coming! If anyone meant to take home some borscht and forgot, I have plenty here for you to come pick up!

I’d like to introduce you all to Blavod: The Black Vodka. Besides being rated "Exceptional" from the Beverate Tasting Institute it layers well and adds some novelty to the boring colorless bar.

The fact alone that it can turn a boring Cape Cod into this makes it worth the purchase.

(From the MotoringFile Forums)

Anytime I see a MINI smashed it makes me cry a little . But now I have more proof that my friends are just jealous calling it a little death trap .

I never thought I’d say it (and I fear I might be responsible for other people reading it by linking to it) but Collin’s blog has given me a delightful little tidbit that I have to share with my crazy friends at IBM.

You do not have to drink 8 glasses of water a day! It is a myth, and a potentially dangerous one.

Thats right, this post is directed at you maniacs who carry a 64oz bottle of water around with you at work and check in with each other throughout the day to see how well you are drinking. There is no original scientific basis for the 64oz measurement; you do acquire hydration from caffeinated beverages; even dry items like bread contain water; and drinking too much water is dangerous (hyponatremia).

Even Snopes addressed this issue after the crazies spread spam encouraging overhydration. 

To end this post, unlike the maniacal myth propogators, I will be providing some legitimate sources to back up my claims. Oh… and "I told you so".

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BeepetyBeepety…BeepetyBeepety

Hello, Mike Young.

Hi Mike. This is Anna.

(Searching for customers with the name of "Anna" to bring up the proper record.) Hi Anna, what can I do for you?

You are a Software Engineer, right?

(Pausing my search in confusion.) Umm. Yes.

Well I am a recruiter with Microsoft and we have some job openings that we think you might be suited for. When would  be a good time to discuss them with you?

(Looking around to see if my co-workers are playing a joke on me.)  Do you realize that you are calling me at work? (Sudden feeling of derision and disgust) And I don’t ever think I would work at Microsoft in my entire life!

Oh… well I—

Click! 

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I have blinds! Finally!

No longer will I be giving racy peep shows to my neighbors and pedestrians. The prostitutes (whom I haven’t seen in over a month now) can come back because I won’t be stealing their business with my harlequin exposés. The Department of Health across the street won’t have to open an investigation into the health hazard that is my giant laundry pile.

Blinds are good for everyone. 

Hi everyone. I’m sorry for the long delay in posting, but the move has taken a bit longer than I thought. I’ve finally moved the last of the crap from my old apartment (including the table that will act as my desk until I can find something suitable).

I’ve got a bunch of stuff to put up here, including pictures of my new place with furniture set up and arranged. I’m even considering adding Collin’s Blog link because he’s been well behaved.

Stay tuned. 

Don’t do it.

Oh, yes, it is a nice lean meat. And it may be cheaper than the chicken at the supermarket. It might even have a pleasant taste. But it still isn’t worth it.

I’ve spent the last 4 days scrubbbing down every area of my kitched with baking soda trying to expunge the odor of cooked meat out of my old apartment. Just once! Just once did I cook ostrich. It was intriguing ground ostrich. I liked the bison I got earlier, why wouldn’t I like ostrich? Oh how it smelled! And alas, it must have contained super airborne meat particles which have left my apartment with a faint, "what’s cooking?" smell for almost a week now.

Someone is coming to see my apartment tomorrow. Lets hope I don’t lose my security deposit over the bouquet.

Collin has created a blog, but in good conscience I can’t link to it.

You see, if it was typical Collin fare I would be all over it, but instead it houses such delectable treats as, “While the rest of the blogosphere rallies against the current building efforts being done on the levees in New Orleans, I take pause.” and “This method of information-gathering is likely to suffer from the so called self-selection bias. Basically, most students are going to transport the survey directly from their hanging file and into their circular file.”

I just can’t do it. Somehow as I read it, I picture Angela Lansbury at her typewriter with the theme from Murder She Wrote in the background.

Collin, when your blog links to Shark Espionage or Sex Law Overhaul (you know… your roots) let me know and I’ll add you.

Today I got my bedroom furniture moved from PA to the new apartment. Everything is slowly coming along. The only thing left is to move stuff from my current place down the street.

This will most likely be the hardest part. Sure, carrying sofas up my stairs, and driving 4 hours to supervise movers was tough, but nothing is going to compare to the fiasco that is my current apartment. There is crap everywhere. I’ve already gone through 4 bags of trash and there’s still more! There are boxes and crates and piles of stuff from all of my various previous places of residence. I have stuff from school, the last time I was in Poughkeepsie, school before that, the summer before that, and even stuff from freshman and sophomore years.

I also have a futon, now in pieces.

Lets hope I can get everything transferred or disposed of before my landlady comes knocking on my door to evict me like my cricket breeding neighbors.