Monday, November 03, 2008
It's Not A Beer Belly, It's A Gas Tank For A Sex Machine.
Moved in to the new place. It's been about a month now and the following things haven't been done:
- Organised my room and getting my recording crap up and running (most importantly - a PSU for my damn interface).
- Getting a decent TV for the living room. And a thing to put the TV on. And a thing to put all of our DVDs on. I've already looked around, having been surprised at how much they charge folks for things that are specifically designed to have things placed on/in them.
- Moving the fridge into the house. It's currently sitting out the back under shelter, but it'd be nice if we could move it in, plug it in and, you know, use it to store food in. The four of us are somehow (just barely) making Pete's bar fridge work.
On the plus side, we got Internet up and running last week. We've also been paying for rent more or less most of the time (often in Legal Tender™).
Also, My Disco and Pivot are playing at the Gaelic Club later this month. Wew!
- Organised my room and getting my recording crap up and running (most importantly - a PSU for my damn interface).
- Getting a decent TV for the living room. And a thing to put the TV on. And a thing to put all of our DVDs on. I've already looked around, having been surprised at how much they charge folks for things that are specifically designed to have things placed on/in them.
- Moving the fridge into the house. It's currently sitting out the back under shelter, but it'd be nice if we could move it in, plug it in and, you know, use it to store food in. The four of us are somehow (just barely) making Pete's bar fridge work.
On the plus side, we got Internet up and running last week. We've also been paying for rent more or less most of the time (often in Legal Tender™).
Also, My Disco and Pivot are playing at the Gaelic Club later this month. Wew!
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