2.13.02  So, right now, there is a person in the attic directly above my head, and whenever they move, chunks of sheetrock fall onto my bedroom floor through the hole in my ceiling.  What began last May is finally being addressed.  I suppose I should snap a new picture of it before it's gone for good.  Yes friends, the wheels of progress are in motion over here.

The maintenance guy is pretty nice, though.  He fixed my sliding door after my friend dustin made me break it during one of his visits to ames.  Dustin's funny like that.  Kind of like getting kicked in the stomach after eating a lot of rice.  Next time the maintenance guy shows up, I'm going to have him fix 

So, you may have noticed more changes to this site.  It is ever evolving, as you can see.  It's not too much different from recent versions, but I think you'll agree that it looks better.  

New at Target: Drugs!  You just have to know who to ask.  -sfc

PS: If you're looking for the new cy46 logos, try here.

2.26.02  7:56am, Monday: Knock on my door.  "Howdy, I'm here to fix yer leak."  says a 5/8ths scale version of Milton Berle.  But unlike Milton Berle, I doubt the words "National Treasure" have ever been used around this man.  Unless, of course, it was something like, "Hey Bob, you goin' to the The American Kitefliers Association
National Convention on Treasure Island?"

Without saying another word, he covered the contents of my bedroom in plastic dropcloths and went to work.  

8:33am:  "Well, I'm gonna go drink a cup a' coffee and let that dry for about a half-hour."  He walked out of my apartment, so I snuck into the bedroom to have a look at his progress.  If I could have found my digital camera in the saran-wrapped mess, I would have taken a picture of it, in mid-repair, but I couldn't.

9:02am:  True to his word, Tiny Milton comes back in, chipper than before.  He climbs his tiny ladder and goes back to work.  Somewhere around this time I fell asleep on the couch watching "Blankman" on Comedy Central.

9 - 9:30am:  Little MIlton makes numerous trips in and out of my apartment.  Presumably to load up on more caffeine.  I realize that I've been watching "Blankman" for the past half-hour, so I sit up. 

9:42am:  Micro Milton packs up his equipment, tells me some story about his daughter who is studying something somewhere to become something.  I really wasn't listening, I hope it wasn't obvious.  He then says "well, I'm all finished, I'll get out of your hair."  (Which reminded me I still needed to take a shower.)

9:45am:  The hole is gone, and in its place is, well, a big goopy mess of what appears to be cottage cheese.  See for yourself.  No more rain waking me up anymore, no sir.  Well, unless I sleep outside in the rain again, of course.

In non-hole news, the Trailer Home website is up.  What's that you say?  You say it looks surprisingly similiar to this one?  Well, I say, you're a jerk.  Get a job.

Now for the funny:

Overheard at Wal Mart last night:  

-sfc