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I’ve had a pretty good day so far, considering the contents. I woke up at the crack of 7am, had a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal, and started cleaning. Why, you ask? Astute question, my friend. I was cleaning because my landlord (landlady? That sounds oddly sexist. Landbeing? That sounds alien) was due to come over at 9am to move some ceiling tiles back to their proper locales. At the time, I wasn’t really sure why this seemed so important all of a sudden.

After cleaning up a bit and doing some dishes… hmm, tangent time. I’m feeling tangential today. I really dislike doing dishes in my new apartment. There are three reasons for this: I have no dishwasher (yet), the sink is a single-bin breed (no place to conveniently rinse), and there’s no spray nozzle (no method of easy rinsing). The first time I did the dishes, I put all the soapy items in one of those dish drying racks, then after I was done I took them all back out, rinsed them, and put them back in the rack. That took forever. Today I only filled the sink about 1/3 the way with soapy water, then just rinsed everything in hot water, letting some water out when the sink got too full. That worked a little better, but still wasn’t fun. I’m going to have to get me one of these dishwashers really soon. It’s the only portable I’ve found that’ll fit well in my kitchen.

Anyway, I cleaned and did the dishes, then sat around to wait for my landlord to show up. She finally did, around 9:30. I was getting nervous, as I hadn’t showered yet, and had to leave for work at 10:30. She came over with a ladder and a broom to move the tiles, and I discovered that as long as I was standing on the ladder, I didn’t even need the broom. I’m going to have to invest in a 5′ ladder sometime soon. The whole process took about five minutes. As she was leaving, she mentioned in a by-the-way manner that she’d be back in 20-30 minutes with a city inspector. Ahh. Suddenly things make a little more sense. I jumped in the shower really quick and was only out and dressed about five minutes when she and the inspector returned.

The (one of the?) Ames city inspector(s?) is. Really. Freaking. Hot. :) And not older woman hot, either, because she was my age near as I could tell. I’m glad I showered and dressed for the occasion. Even if she was only there for a few minutes. I forget her name, but I think it starts with a K. I might have to look her up. I forgot to check for a ring.

Oooh, tangential funny story time! My friend JJ is staying with me for the next couple of weeks while he looks for a place to live. Last night he was really upset because he’d lost his money clip, which he uses to carry all his ID / credit cards as well as all of his cash-money. We tore the place apart for a while, with no success. I finally found it. Guess where? The freezer.

JJ’d gone grocery shopping the night before and purchased, among several other items, a couple of frozen pizzas. It seems he’d tossed his money clip in the grocery sack when he left the store, and had just transferred the sack and all of its contents directly into the freezer when he got home. The dollar bills had frost on them. It was actually kinda cool.

In other hot girl news, there was a really cute girl on the bus this morning, and I remembered for once to check for a ring (I’m absurdly proud of me). No ring! I see her from time to time on the bus, so I should say hi sometime. She looks eastern European. CuteOfficeGirl also stopped by to see her mom for a while, so that was nice. Also, I’m working on a new website at work for the McNair program, and I’m getting to mess with a lot of images, and a few of those images contain a really hot girl. Work is more fun now. The image above contains about 1/3 of her face by way of a 150×150 pixel screen grab of the mockup (thought it’d be fun to share a bit of my work). I’m sticking her on the front page. :)

The best thing that’s happened to me so far today: I was walking to central campus around noon to meet Quinn for lunch, and the campanile was playing a song that I recognized instantly as familiar, but couldn’t place. After about thirty seconds, my mind matched lyrics to music, with “Mama… just killed a man…” The lady in the campanile was playing Bohemian Rhapsody. :) I was laughing so hard I was crying. Those unfamiliar with the song were eyeing me suspiciously. When she finished the song, I started clapping like mad (something I’ve never done nor heard anyone else do). At the same instant, someone about 100 yards away started clapping with equal fervor. About a half second later, from across central campus, I heard someone cheering and yelling “encore!”. It was magical.