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Oh good, amyth.
In excellent news, my new place is no longer glacial. In not great news, the gas rep hasn't shown. And customer service is closed, so I have no way to make sure they're coming. I was worried maybe I hadn't heard them while huddling by the heater, but there's not another "sorry we missed you" flyer in the door.
I'm giving them until 8 pm. Oy.
Urgh, smonster!
Hey, when is Historic Green in 2012?
A local brewery down here has a paw paw beer
I heart them a lot. Okay, I hugely heart some of their beers, and others are kinda wtf-were-you-thinking, but I give them mega-props for experimenting like the mad scientists they are, and for the fact that the forager series is just that: aside from the persimmon[1] and paw-paw beers, they periodically put out word on twitter along the lines of "hey, do you have way too many figs right now? we're experimenting, and we'll take 'em off your hands..."
They're like the perfect storm of my beer snob, local-foodie, and downtown Durham renaissance tendencies.
[1] a limited edition of last year's winter seasonal. I still mourn that it's gone.
Anyone here ever eat a Pawpaw?
Yes. Kind of...an unholy banana. Like a banana that came back wrong.
t edit The North American pawpaw is the one I had. My grandpa loved them. He also loved limburger and raw oysters. A strange palate, that man.
I'm trying to set up a Lego Mindstorms set, but I've realized that it doesn't work right with a Mac. I found some instructions for how to get around it, but I'm too tired now to deal with that. Maybe tomorrow.
So I was only mildly stressed about getting all my shit out by tomorrow night, but now I'm massively stressed. I've still got to move my bed, pack all my food and a bunch of odds and ends, move the animals, and clean. I wonder if my current landlord would give us a couple of extra days. I can't take off right now, I've already taken off early two days in a row and we've got to get this project done by Christmas.
If the damn gas company could have just called me and given me 15 minutes notice, I could have met them there no problem - our jobsite is maybe six blocks away. And here's something else weird - I just checked my phone, and I got robocalled to let me know the power was on at 12:22 pm, but the flyer claims they were there at 1:30 pm.
Yes. Kind of...an unholy banana. Like a banana that came back wrong.
According to Wikipedia, they have a bunch of regional names involving banana, such as prairie banana or Hoosier banana. My favourite is "Banango".
I am trying to grow pawpaws, but the trees are only two feet high now. I'm on an edible landscape kick.
ION, the two dogs are now curled up next to me asleep, with their heads carefully positioned to be looking away from each other. It's very strange.
Caught up with my neighbor and one of her kittens is going to be staying with me, at the very least temporarily.
I know it seems sudden but I was thinking about this before I realized how sick Maddie was (and I was going to back out) and the kitten and Dean seem to get along. I'm looking at this as a temporary thing.