Stolen car stereo

smashed car window

My precious $150 Kenwood car stereo is GONE! This has to be indirectly related to the crackheads next door. This isn’t a bad neighborhood, aside from them. They have weirdos coming over all the time, parking right next to me in the driveway. One of them probably looked in and mistook my stereo as being expensive.

My new stereo is going to be the factory model that came with the car. I’ll just beam my Ipod to the radio. I found one on Ebay for $20 but I was quickly outbid on it. I’m surprised there’s not more of them on Ebay. Anyone know of a local place where I can pick up a factory stereo? Maybe the dealership has them cheap. Or junkyards. I wouldn’t think a pawn shop would bother keeping many of those but maybe.

They also took my cool 3,000,000 candlepower spotlight from the trunk. Not that I used it a lot but it was a cool thing to have. And they made off with about 20 CDs. As in, 20 CDRs. Haha, bet they were annoyed with only getting lousy CDRs. They also took most of my change with amounted to a couple bucks. They left a few quarters in there and one on the floor. The change holder was filled with glass from the shattered window so I like to think that the guy bloodied up his fingers a little, trying to scoop all of the change out.

What they DIDN’T take was my Microsoft GPS receiver which was laying on the floor. And 2 power inverters from the trunk. And some miscellaneous cables from the floor which powered things like my Pocket PC. Those would have sucked to replace.

I need to move. Which sucks because I really like my apartment and it’s location. But the crackheads next door have lived there for 6 – 7 years and I doubt they’ll be leaving soon.

Dad?

Was standing in line at BTH today. Suddenly someone is holding my hand. I look down and it’s a 5-year-old girl. Right behind me is her dad, kind of laughing. I poke her in the shoulder and say, “Hey, uh, you got the wrong dad.” See looks up at me and looks pretty terrified. She runs over to her dad and hides herself as me and the other dad laugh. Scaring little kids is fun!

Credit cards

Tell me if you think this reasoning is dumb. I’m not going to pay my credit card bills anymore. I lost my house to the bank so my credit is already fux0red so that part doesn’t even matter. I owe between $3,000 and $4,000 in credit cards right now and I’ve been diligently paying them each month. I usually pay just slightly over the minimum. Sometimes I pay twice the minimum. And occasionally I’ll drop $100 on one. This year I’ve ridded myself of 2 or 3 credit cards forever by finally getting them paid.

Occasionally I’m so broke that I don’t make the payments on time. This results in insane late fees. Like $30 or $35 per card. Plus, on the two cards that have high balances, the interest rates end up being $15 – $20 per month. So when I make the minimum payments, I’m actually only putting a few dollars towards paying them off. Only when I occasionally drop $100 on them am I really making a dent in them. And the occasional late fees screw that up. Seems like an endless battle.

Anyway, back to my point. I quit paying them and after 3 or 4 months, they’ll send me to collection agencies. When the collection agencies start begging me for payments, that’s when I’ll resume paying the cards. Because collection agencies aren’t going to charge me $35 for being late and there won’t be any more interest rates. Right? Or am I missing something?

None of the cards even have my phone number anymore. They all have my old Illinois number so I won’t have to deal with daily phone calls from them. Just letters. Maybe I’ll just stick it to The Man and never pay them! But nah, I’m sure I’ll pay them eventually. Besides losing the high interest rates and late fees, it sure would be nice to have a 3 or 4 month break in paying my credit cards.

I came very close to dropping a bunch of credit card payments in the mail today but stopped myself in the nick of time.

Anyone have any input/thoughts?

Jack

This cracks me up. It’s from Jack, who is currently homeless somewhere in England…

We opted to live, instead, a little closer in to town and chose a fine, four story privately-owned mansion which had been vacant for two years on Keats Grove in tony Hampstead Heath, located right across the road from Romantic poet John Keats old house.

Though in a state of disrepair, the mansion suited our purposes and had electricity and water and we stayed there for about three weeks until a neighbour noticed two of our number leaving the house one day and phoned the building’s owners, a wealthy American couple.

I was awoken that morning by shouts of “hullo, hullo” coming from the first floor kitchen and when I went downstairs to investigate, found two women and a man intruding in our squat!

The man and I both shouted simultaneously, “Who the hell are you?!”

“I’m the owner,” he replied, absolutely livid. “Well, I’m the squatter,” I countered, cool and level. “Get the hell out of my house,” he ordered. I asked if he’d seen the section six paperwork posted in the front window, a legal requirement for squatting, and told him to get the hell out of our squat!

There’s a legal process, I informed him, to have squatters evicted and suggested that if he wanted us removed from the premises, he’d better begin that process.

Keyboards

Today I cleaned my keyboard! It’s pretty goddamn gross in there. Three years of dust, hair, food, etc. Most of the keys had a pretty thick layer of dust around them which was visible without popping the keys out. So I took off every single key, polished them individually with Pledge and used Q-tips to clean out the base part of the keyboard. It’s all pretty now. AND I’m high as nuts from this Pledge smell.

BEFORE: AFTER:
dirty keyboard clean keyboard

Reminds me of the Nate & Di episode where they were scrounging under the keys of their computer keyboard for pot.

Also reminds me of typing class in high school where I’d sit at a different keyboard each day and pop off keys and rearrange them. They’d last for weeks without anybody noticing. My friend Tim actually pulled off every single key on a keyboard and moved it one space to the right. I bet people flunked that class because of us. And I bet some people are still not as efficient at the keyboard as they could be if we hadn’t screwed up the keyboards in high school.

Fun fact: I was consistently THE fastest typer in the class yet I still got an F. Not a D, but an F. Hey, I wonder if maybe it was supposed to be a D but since I screwed up the keyboards, it came out as F instead.

Pizza King

Yesterday…did laundry with Spessa. Hung around the house all day. My kids left for Colleen’s at 6pm. Then the Spessas, me and their kids went to Pizza King for supper and karaoke night. Spessa won me a Crash Bandicoot plush from the crane machine. Took her only 3 tries to get it. Then we walked to Hasty Freeze for ice cream. Then launched UFOs.

Fan message

Was at Walgreens this morning and noticed some handheld fans that had a strip of LEDs built into one of the blades to display messages. This normally wouldn’t be that big of a deal except that these things were only $3.99 each. So I bought one, resisting the urge to buy one for each of the kids too. I immediately put it to good use by making it display PLAish things.

Here’s a video of those

And here’s Payton’s message

I’m sure I’ll think of some kind of evil use for this thing. I was thinking of putting it in my back car window with a button on the dash to make it display messages to drivers behind me. I could cause all kinds of road rage with it! Or maybe it could just display messages from my living room window. Anyone have any ideas for it?

Weekend

Friday I was thinking about going to 2600. I’ve only been there once since I moved to this area and it was incredibly boring when I went. But instead I fell asleep watching Knight Rider.

Saturday was my day of good deeds. I was riding aimlessly around Albany and some lady yells “hi!” from her yard. She ended up wanting me to help her start her lawn mower which I managed to do. Then later my aimlessness took me to the skateboard park where some teen approached me and asked if he could borrow my bike to go home and get his shoes. I said sure and took his skateboard as collateral. Had Wendy’s for lunch. Wandered around the mall at some point. Played video games. Hung out in the book store for a long time.

Sunday I spent pretty much all day putting together a new PLA Radio. Throughout the weekend I obsessively played Mahjong on Cal’s for hours at a time. This is all Jammie’s fault for getting me addicted. But at least I’m the champ of it. Oh shit, I just opened up Mahjong so that I could link to that. Now I have to go play it.

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