Me and My Ride

For the first time in a while I was able to get on the motorcycle. It has been too long, but, leaving for work super early and getting home super late lends one to not knowing what the weather is going to be like, and 27 miles in crappy weather on a motorcyle sucks.

But not tonight.

It was almost as good as the original post on this.

m.ookee.com/commentary/motorcycleride.html

Art

So ... I bought a picture for my parents for Christmas, now I'm a member of the Fine Arts Society. This gets me into the deYoung and Legion of Honor for free. I've lived here for eight years, walking distance from the deYoung and only about two miles from the Legion of Honor (still walking distance). I've been passed them both a number of times. I love the Thinker, but I've never been into either. A couple of weeks ago I went to the Legion and was amazed. I even fell in love with the Broken Pitcher. So much so that I took advantage of my discount and become a member of the Fine Art Society (it just gets me into these two museums for free).

Today I went to the deYoung. It's impressive, but I'll be honest, it's no where near as impressive as the Legion of Honor. I came to the realization that I still really don't like art that much ... I LOVE the old stuff. Some Renaissance stuff is awesome, but most of the stuff I find myself really attracted to is the Reformation/post Reformation (mostly 18th/19th Century stuff).

Funny thing, that's the period of history I like the most as well. I guess I'm not surprised.

Surprise

So, the bank I referred to in this post has once again gone down their wonderful path of stupidity. Granted, it's partially my fault for not checking the card ... but still.

I lost my check card (more didn't realize it was the wrong card, explained here). Apparently, I cancelled my credit card with them, not the check card. Never mind that I have never used the card and only have it as overdraft protection on my checking account, they cancelled the credit card and not the check card.

I found out about this when I called the bank a second time because it wasn't working in the ATM machine. Actually, it was working, but wouldn't allow me to make deposits. Finally it hit me that this wasn't the check card. OK, I'm an idiot, but since I never really use the card I haven't had the opportunity for it not to work. Luckily, when I called the bank the non-cancelled, lost check card hadn't been used, so I cancelled it, explained to the representative on the phone what had happened and everything was fine.

I didn't say it was an interesting story.

Fun, Fun, Fun

I was at the capital this weekend, supervising. I was under the impression I'd have something to do involving the supervising...no. I was there just in case something went wrong.

Nothing did.

Had I known this I would have brought something to do. I ended up walking around the city having a grand old time by myself, doing nothing, much like everything I do on a regular basis. It's interesting how much stuff there is to do that is absolutely free, but one only finds it when they have absolutely nothing to do.

Strange.

Home is where you hang your hat

For the past four months I've been looking for a condo. If the deal ever goes through, I'll explain the whole thing at the main site when the deal finally is complete (perhaps a week until I sign something, then however long until close ... probably not till mid April I'm thinking). For now, I'll leave it with the following.

I'm going to be able to "afford" it (a very subjective word around here) only because the guy that owns it is giving it to me for a good deal. Not a great deal, but a good deal (again, everything is relative, you'd be amazed at how much it's going to cost).

He initially didn't like my terms because he wanted 20% down. Fairly reasonable in most of the world, but if I had 20% to put down, I'd be looking for a house. It went back and forth (literally) for about 3 months. Today, I was finally given the ok and it looks like sometime in the next two months I'll be moving out of this building in which I've lived for the past eight years.

I haven't signed anything, but that appears an inevitable conclusion within the next week or so. Like I said, when it's definite, I'll be posting something more significant.

For now, I just wanted to update the site.

Strange Days

Big Jim Slade has been in the city the past two days, so obviously I've been drinking. We went out last night to a restaurant and were waiting to be seated. There was a cute girl having dinner with a guy and another girl. I said, "Hello."

She said, "Hello."

Not really all that interesting, but she looked like she needed some conversation, so I started talking to her (the other two at the table were talking to each other). Eventually, we were seated. But damn if I've not tired of those little conversations that I always have never amounting to anything, so I went back to where her table was, said, "I'm really sorry but I won't be able to live with myself if I don't do this," and I gave her my number.

Her friend then proceeded to grill me on pretty much everything possible, including age.

So it would seem, that episode was over.

I may end up buying a condo soon, so I'll have no money in the near future, so I ended up paying for dinner for the group I was with. I was given back the wrong credit card (though I didn't realize it at the time -- I've since cancelled it). Somehow I ended up about as far from my house as possible, in the middle of nowhere, with not a cab in sight. But I digress, because eventually I made it home.

I woke up this morning and had a message on my phone from the cute girl. I ended up driving her around the city, but apparently she has no desire to date. Perhaps that was just a line to get me, the old guy, to leave her alone, but then, why would she have used my number in the first place?

It's a conundrum, but life does go on

Advertising

Ok, I admit it. There's really only one reason I'm here. I've bought into the fact that very rarely does anyone actually make it to my main site through random searches. Such a revelation has only taken me about six years. I'm slow, but eventually I'll get the point. Of course, lack of consistent posting can also attribute to that, but anyway one looks at it, I need to advertise a little better. I'm not a big fan of myspace, seems too commercial (seems ironic though, considering I'm referring to this post as an advertisement), so, I've come here to network and for lack of a better way of putting it: advertise.

If it works, outstanding.

If it doesn't, I'll console myself with the fact that I've gotten to work on my typing skills.