wimper

I am, thankfully, under rent control (I've been in the same apartment for a looong time) so my rent is well under market rate, though still not exactly cheap. The building's old and maintenance is so-so. It's a convenient location, so I stay. And, considering the way things have gone, I'm just as happy I don't own ... and really, really happy that I didn't take the mortgage broker's advice and take on an ARM with no downpayment.

Our local macro economy is down, and there are some big development projects on hold, but they were overly optimistic anyway, I felt. And our very local micro economy (our three streets) is doing quite well with two sales in the past six months, one of which for full asking price, $250,000. And the builder is doing one more spec house due to his success. There are only the four of our houses here now, maybe a half dozen a couple of streets away.

But those include crazy huge hangar houses. Literally, with a hangar instead of a garage (okay, probably in addition to) that leads out onto a runway of our little local airstrip. It's bizarre.

Sprint to give 8,000 employees unlimited free roaming time

Ouch! But pretty funny.

crazy huge hangar houses. Literally, with a hangar instead of a garage

As we all know, everyone will have flying cars in the future, so they're probably just a little ahead of the curve.

in other mememe news, I'm about to kill the woman in the next office. She has her system set so that it announces when she has a new voicemail message and the volume's pretty loud ... and now it's acting up and giving her a message EVERY 90 SECONDS. So I have a voice announcement going off every minute and a half (I timed it!) and she's sitting there screaming about how it's driving her crazy. I suggested turning off her speakers ... but she won't do that. sigh ... this is grounds for murder, right?

I pay about $1000 for my mortgage, three bedroom 1600 sq ft., on .30 acre.

Almost exactly the same. About $900, 3BR 1600 sq. ft. on 0.5 acre.

she's sitting there screaming about how it's driving her crazy. I suggested turning off her speakers ... but she won't do that.

I vote you offer to help her turn the volume down WITH A HAMMER.

But on the cross side, the telephone company and the United States postal system won't come out here, and my dirt road is nearly impassible every time we get a shower.

I'd stick with baths.

I am waiting for my flying car. I was promised.

But when I get it, I will have to drive it the half-mile to the airstrip myself like the rest of the plebeians.

I'd stick with baths.

Bwah! I almost said, every time it sprinkles, but that was funny to me in a whole 'nother way. (That's my name (err, in the singular). That's what the S. stands for. I suppose you'll all find out anyway when I inevitably sign up for facebook.)