PLACES TO GO
Monday, July 25, 2005
IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT...
For about five years now, and in two different apartments, I've had the above poster from "The Graduate" hanging up in my bathroom. I probably use my bathroom at home an average of five times a day, so if you do the math, that means I've seen that poster about 9,125 times, or roughly about half as many times as I've seen the movie itself.
But it wasn't until this weekend, when I hung the poster in the new condo and saw it for the first time on the wall of my new bathroom that I spotted something I'd never seen before. Notice the shadow cast by the candle on the wall...
No, I'm not just the victim of my own dirty mind. Look closer and you'll see the shadow doesn't match the shape of the candles themselves. Very subtle, United Artists marketing department circa 1967. Very subtle...
And before you suggest I got stuck with a copy doctored by some merry prankster, here's a poster shop where you can buy a copy just like mine for yourself.
A discovery like that can make a guy feel like a real private dick.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
KNOW YOUR LIMITATIONS: MOVING EDITION
This weekend, Drew and I learned that everything we own in the world fits into about 900 boxes and takes approximately 7 hours to move the 1.2 miles from central West Hollywood to eastern West Hollywood. Based on my own rough estimate, unpacking should take about 19 years from this point. So expect your invitations to our housewarming to arrive in July, 2024!
Overall, the move went really well. We looked at a lot of different moving companies, but based on a friendís recommendation, we used a company we had never heard of before. Itís an organization that rehabilitates ex-convicts and helps them become productive, self-sufficient members of society. The reason we hadnít heard of them is that they rely entirely on word of mouth to drum up business. Since thatís the case, here goesÖ
If youíre moving, I highly recommend the Delancey Street Foundation.
The movers were courteous, hard-working, efficient, showed up on time, and the only thing they broke was a hearty sweat. Basically, they were all the things movers should be but which very few of them actually are. They even inspired us a little by telling us about their organization. Theyíre based in a converted hotel, where about 200 members live together and have barbecues, play games and learn trades. Itís like an ex-con summer camp. And thereís something refreshing about a moving company that tells you up front that theyíre crooks. (Rimshot, please.)
Sure, we had also considered handling the move ourselves and recruiting our friends to help us load up a U-HAUL with our crap. But if youíre on our short list of friends with muscles and youíve seen our couch (and the narrow staircases in our apartment building), then Iím sure you are grateful that we didnít resort to that.
A lot about moving and homeownership Ė and just being an adult Ė is recognizing your limitations. Therefore, along with the fact that Iím not capable of moving large pieces of furniture myself or of asking my friends to do it on my behalf, here are a few other things Iíve learned in the last few weeks that I can and canít do.
I CAN apply contact paper to drawers and shelves.
I CANíT do it without it being full of creases and bubbles.
I CAN replace a phone jack.
I CANíT get that quiet-but-infuriating background static to go away.
I CAN replace an electrical outlet.
I CANíT feel confident enough that Iíve done it correctly that I donít need to call an electrician to come in and check it so I donít end up burning the building down in an electrical fire.
I CAN install a new doorknob.
I CANíT figure out how to adjust the door so that the clasp doesnít scrape the wall when we close the doorÖ Or make the doorknob tight enough so that it doesnít wiggle whenever you hold it.
I CAN stain that unfinished wood key box I bought at IKEA.
I CANíT bear the thought of putting that ugly P.O.S. up on my wall.
I CAN unpack boxes.
I CANíT finish unpacking. No matter how much I unpack, there are always more boxes. Boxes, boxes, boxes!!!!
I CAN operate the Jacuzzi tub that came with the condo and take a long, relaxing bath.
I CANíT relax.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
WHAT I LEARNED ABOUT THE PREVIOUS TENANT OF THE CONDO BASED ON THINGS HE LEFT BEHIND
THINGS TO DO
HEAR, JERRY, HEAR
WATCH, JERRY, WATCH
READ, JERRY, READ
THAT'S MY JAM!
GOOGLE, JERRY, GOOGLE
(My favorite ways that people found this site recently)
math movie with black kid
why do people in movies have extremely large glasses
free christmas party speech for boss
why can't people fuck off
scared weird little guys "yesterday i saw the day after tomorrow"
how long until "sausage goes bad?"
"I hate charities"
Hall of Fame:
How do you draw MC Skat Kat?
harmony korine impersonators
why people should spread rumors in spanish