Notes from all over
Jan. 2nd, 2008 05:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogComplete cleaning of plumbing connection: $235.
Various cleaning products needed to be used or replaced in process: about 12 bucks.
Knowing we've dodged this particular bullet one more time: priceless.
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I also managed to figure out, to the day, the last time we had to deal with this problem:
New Years Day 2006, is when.
That's just too weird to even be funny. Not that I let it stop me; I offered various theories to people commenting on't:
- the pipes just go out New Years Eve and get drunk like everybody else;
- the other 364 days of the year, Dick Clark lives down there, shoveling in the shit (possibly explaining how his hair color stays so brown);
- Roto Rooter has a super-sekrit depth charge set to go off on a random future major holiday, and we've just been damned lucky.
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And from this afternoon's workout:
I've been running into most of the stereotypical characters from Central Gymnasium Casting in the two months I've been going. These include Oy Let Me Tell You About My Hernia Guy (actually, the first day back for me it was his cousin Hemmy, complaining about his hemmerhoids); Princess In Full Makeup Who Lifts 5 Pounds Like It's a Rat on Her Kitchen Counter Not That She Ever Cooks In There Anyway; Different Kind of Princess Who Actually Does Exercise But Thinks She Owns The Machines And Does Eight Sets On One While You're Waiting; and last week's entry in the Madness Derby, Talks To Himself And Rants At You In the Locker Room Guy. Today, they were joined by Guy Who Stands By The Charts And Jabbers To His Friend About His Golf Game For The Entire Duration Of Your Workout Without A Single Second Exercising Anything But His Jaw.
On a funnier note: I don't know how I managed to miss this all these years, but a guy came into the weight room with a new-looking bright orange T-shirt from Miami University. In the mirrors, the logo comes across as reading
I MAIM
That pretty much sums up every graduate of "the U" that I've ever been familiar with.
(One last odd question: does one of you go to the BAC and wear an "Aardvark Rugby" t-shirt? Cause if you don't, I think I met your twin earlier.)
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Disks are now wending their way to Tucson, Boston and Los Angeles. Some may contain slightly more than was expected. I'm randomly kind that way. Lemme know if they get there (no, Colleen, the Tucson one isn't yours).
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Statcounter reports that someone at the IRS is reading my Met blog. Have I mentioned that I've never made a dime off that venture?
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Dinner and Bourne Ultimatum momentarily. Lovely evenings to all:)
Various cleaning products needed to be used or replaced in process: about 12 bucks.
Knowing we've dodged this particular bullet one more time: priceless.
----
I also managed to figure out, to the day, the last time we had to deal with this problem:
New Years Day 2006, is when.
That's just too weird to even be funny. Not that I let it stop me; I offered various theories to people commenting on't:
- the pipes just go out New Years Eve and get drunk like everybody else;
- the other 364 days of the year, Dick Clark lives down there, shoveling in the shit (possibly explaining how his hair color stays so brown);
- Roto Rooter has a super-sekrit depth charge set to go off on a random future major holiday, and we've just been damned lucky.
----
And from this afternoon's workout:
I've been running into most of the stereotypical characters from Central Gymnasium Casting in the two months I've been going. These include Oy Let Me Tell You About My Hernia Guy (actually, the first day back for me it was his cousin Hemmy, complaining about his hemmerhoids); Princess In Full Makeup Who Lifts 5 Pounds Like It's a Rat on Her Kitchen Counter Not That She Ever Cooks In There Anyway; Different Kind of Princess Who Actually Does Exercise But Thinks She Owns The Machines And Does Eight Sets On One While You're Waiting; and last week's entry in the Madness Derby, Talks To Himself And Rants At You In the Locker Room Guy. Today, they were joined by Guy Who Stands By The Charts And Jabbers To His Friend About His Golf Game For The Entire Duration Of Your Workout Without A Single Second Exercising Anything But His Jaw.
On a funnier note: I don't know how I managed to miss this all these years, but a guy came into the weight room with a new-looking bright orange T-shirt from Miami University. In the mirrors, the logo comes across as reading
I MAIM
That pretty much sums up every graduate of "the U" that I've ever been familiar with.
(One last odd question: does one of you go to the BAC and wear an "Aardvark Rugby" t-shirt? Cause if you don't, I think I met your twin earlier.)
----
Disks are now wending their way to Tucson, Boston and Los Angeles. Some may contain slightly more than was expected. I'm randomly kind that way. Lemme know if they get there (no, Colleen, the Tucson one isn't yours).
----
Statcounter reports that someone at the IRS is reading my Met blog. Have I mentioned that I've never made a dime off that venture?
----
Dinner and Bourne Ultimatum momentarily. Lovely evenings to all:)
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Date: 2008-01-03 01:58 am (UTC)I have met all of the above-mentioned people at the gym. That might explain why I don't go. Actually I do go to the workout room at the clubhouse here, and often its just me...which is blissful.
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Date: 2008-01-03 07:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-04 10:09 am (UTC)