House Done, many apologies

The house we bought, well the house my wife bought (I’m a stay at home dad, I can’t afford a stick of gum), is finally finished. Which meant we had to go to the closing this morning. This basically amounts to handing a large sum of money to the builder. It should be a fairly simple process but there are million things to sign so it’s quickly becomes tedious for all involved. To cut the boredom the builder and my “buyers” agent (note; anyone who recieves commision on the sale is not working for the buyer) started comparing notes on their respective lakeside cabins. I found this annoying, see I know they both had scads of cash and I’m certain they earned every penny, but do they have to flaunt it? My thinking is that I would keep mum on how much better off I was than the guy I was selling something to lest he think that he was getting taken for a ride.

On the other hand I am pretty happy with the house, it’s BY FAR the crappiest house on the block and it looks nearly out of place compared to the houses around us. Well that’s a lie, it looks terribly out place.

Well I’m sure absolutely no one is interested in the specs but here they are:
Solid dirt floors, outhouse a minimal distance from the back door, vermin infestation manageable. Add to all that the fact the indian burial ground had been flattened when they built the insane asylum graveyard (the one torn down to build our house) and I call that value.

Now I have to apologize to some folks for becoming to involved with moving to get around to doing the top notch work I should:
Todd Thomas of FootTrack is waiting for a product review, I promise it’s on the way.
Stephen Becker who has me working on top secret testing and has not got his due yet. I feel terrible.
The MetroPulse

I also have the usual moving hassles: my e-mail will change so I have to figure out how to set up an auto responder with comcast. I plan to start it by saying: Dear Generic Viagra Spammer….
Renting the uhaul truck, geeze next to the DMV the uhaul experience is one of the worst ever

I really don’t know if it’s worth the hassle but at least I’m going from a 750 square foot dive to a 1200 hundred square foot hovel. I’m going to use the extra space to put in a pinball machine. Hopefully pinbot. Well, maybe a pinbot poster.