The House that Peterbilt.

I got an apartment.

It’s a ~1,000 sq. ft. 2 bedroom in the Marigny. Central A/H, washer/dryer inside (wheeee!), no storm damage, newly renovated, parking spot. $1200/mo.

Tomorrow I drop off rent/deposit, and can start moving in during the week. I took on a roommate – my friend Christy. She’s been in a ~250 sq. ft. efficiency uptown at $750/mo. She’s a good kid, and we get along fantastically.

This will be very good for both of us, and I can’t wait to get everything back on track again. I have already put a move order on my phone/dsl line – the estimated install date is April 6th, and the dsl should follow a few days after. We’ll see how it works out.
If it is done in a timely manner, I think I’ll bump up from the 3Mbps/384Kbps plan to the 6Mbps/512Kbps plan. Mmmmm, speed.

God Harp is in the T.V. Laptop

Just what I need, lemme tell ya. I have relied on my laptop so much over the past months, between being stuck in Texas, N.C., or couch surfing here in NOLA.

Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in my living room (Molly’s, at the end of the bar), getting some work done, and the guy next to me asked if he could pull up a website.
I say sure, open up a new tab in Firefox, and rotate it over to him.

What does he do? He knocks half a pint of Harp into my laptop. Inside of two seconds of The Wettening™, I had flipped my powerbook over and removed the battery and powercord.

So now that all is mostly dry and crunchy, I feel a bit disabled,a bit gimpy. I still have my Treo, and while it may have an SSH client, it doesn’t have applications like Fireworks and Photoshop. In another day or so, I’ll disassemble the laptop and begin the cleaning. Hopefully all will be good. If not, the hard drive should be fine, and homeboy will cough up $1800 towards a new MacBook Pro.

And no, he doesn’t have a fist-sized hole in his chest. I exerted every ounce of restraint and grace during this situation, believe it or not.