Midnight animation

We just got back from the midnight showing of the Simpsons movie. In a word, brilliant. Full review to come soon. But for now, sleep. I’m getting old.

Who knew models were so well-behaved

Just wanted to share a photo I took to test out the makeshift photo studio I set up in my office. Noel, my office-mate since the Christmas decorating contest last December, made an excellent model. He didn’t complain once about having to wait while I monkeyed with the lights.

Years from now, this is all that will be remembered

A couple weekends ago we got our engagement photos taken by this guy. He seriously rocks. I mean it. He somehow made us look photogenic, despite our terribly terribly unphotogenic selves.

Frightening night.

Ohmygod…someone just broke into our new house…while we were upstairs sleeping. It started with me waking up because of heavy pounding on the front door. We were peeking out the windows upstairs, and I saw a guy walk around the side of the house. Then we heard the guy break in a window. We could hear him bumping into things downstairs. Neither one of us had a cell phone upstairs. Derek told me to hide in the closet while he tried to find something to use as a weapon. We didn’t have anything nearby since we just moved. Derek yelled downstairs at the guy in his most menacing voice. The guy yelled back wanting to know who we were. Derek went downstairs, and the guy ended up being a friend of the guy who used to live here. He said he used to come over like this all the time (who does that?!). He was highly intoxicated/drugged out. Derek finally got the guy to leave and then came upstairs to let me know everything was okay. We came downstairs to check out the damage. The guy had knocked out the kitchen window, breaking the faucet to the sink under the window. We called the cops, and they found the guy, lying in a yard about a block away. Of course, we filed a report and pressed charges. I’ve never been so terrified in my life. I keep thinking of all the what ifs. We were so lucky. It could have been someone seriously menacing. Even though they caught the guy and we’re safe, neither one of us can get back to sleep. I’m so worried the guy’s going to forget the previous tenant moved and come back again. We certainly didn’t think something like this could happen in such a quiet neighborhood.

Edit 07.19.07 2:37 p.m.: It ends up the guy who broke in isn’t a friend of the guy who lived here, but actually an acquaintance. The guy apparently thought it was perfectly acceptable to break in to a person’s house to crash on their couch. He wanted the guy who used to live here to talk us into dropping the breaking and entering charges. Um…that’s a no. Also, the guy who broke in is a guy I went to high school with. Small world, eh?

Manipulated yarn from the briney deep.

I want to learn how to crochet if only to make this:

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Pros and cons of a portable life.

Since moving away for college way back in ‘99 I have moved at least once every year. Every year! That’s a lot of packing, unpacking, sorting, cleaning, getting new keys, messing about with deposits. I’m hoping my moving around will slow down soon once getting married, but I have this idiotic problem with getting antsy once that lease is up. Always moving to see if there’s someplace better out there. But the process is soooooo annoying. I have a love/hate relationship with moving, so here are the pros and cons about the new place that have been going through my head lately:

Pros

• Central air!
• Nicer, less skeevy kitchen that we’ll *gasp!* actually cook in
• More space
• Derek will finally get his computer-filled dungeon in the finished basement
• I’ll have room to work on art projects and finally tackle learning that dreaded sewing machine
• Nicer and larger yard
• Landlord that will let us paint the walls any color we want (no more white! woo!)
• After the initial freak-out, Sumi will like the increase in space to run indoors
• No more spiders (hopefully!)
• No more nasty crap brown shag carpeting
• No more public basketball court practically in the backyard
• Newer place, so hopefully my allergies will subside a bit

Cons

• Increase in rent
• Having to box up all the crap we’ve amassed over the past year
• Architecture-wise, the new place will seem pretty generic. No more pretty glass doorknobs, archways, bizarre little built-in alcoves that made great shrines for our vinyl Big Boy figurines
• I’ll miss the neighborhood. It’s essentially the same one I grew up in (a few blocks away)–I’ve always loved the era of the houses, etc.
• Derek won’t have the conveniently-placed track to go jogging on in the mornings
• No longer within walking distance of “the quad,” so we’ll actually have to drive to see our friends

Ultimately, the pros outweigh the cons, and it is a newer place. Moving it is, then. We’ve only got a week until we start hauling stuff over. Hopefully we won’t pull the usual leaving everything until the last minute thing.

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