Sunday, July 09, 2006
New Blood
In the interest of reinvigorating this site a bit, Ken and I have decided to start adding stories from our past living situations. He's got some great ones from first year; mine are a bit spread out though.
To whet your appetite, let me give you a synopsis of a 4-month period I lived and worked in London. This should give you an idea about the types of stories that are forthcoming.
1. I move into basement suite with kitchen shared with landlady.
2. Landlady's boyfriend with three year old son moves in.
3. Much like the protagonist of Lady and the Tramp, chaos ensues as various terms of my lease are broken and my rights are infringed upon.
4. Landlady gets pregnant.
5. Landlady goes a little psychotic and #3 is multiplied.
6. Landlady breaks up with boyfriend. Landlady kicks out boyfriend. Boyfriend breaks back in. Cops are called. Turns out landlady was in the wrong due to a contract they signed, and I witnessed. Boyfriend and son move out. Landlady moves in with her parents.
7. I finally get some peace.
So, keep your eyes peeled and your RSS readers refreshing as more stories come through the pipe.
To whet your appetite, let me give you a synopsis of a 4-month period I lived and worked in London. This should give you an idea about the types of stories that are forthcoming.
1. I move into basement suite with kitchen shared with landlady.
2. Landlady's boyfriend with three year old son moves in.
3. Much like the protagonist of Lady and the Tramp, chaos ensues as various terms of my lease are broken and my rights are infringed upon.
4. Landlady gets pregnant.
5. Landlady goes a little psychotic and #3 is multiplied.
6. Landlady breaks up with boyfriend. Landlady kicks out boyfriend. Boyfriend breaks back in. Cops are called. Turns out landlady was in the wrong due to a contract they signed, and I witnessed. Boyfriend and son move out. Landlady moves in with her parents.
7. I finally get some peace.
So, keep your eyes peeled and your RSS readers refreshing as more stories come through the pipe.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Maybe I'm just fried?
Well, it's been a while. It's not that my roommates got smarter, it's just that there was nothing new. Well, until today.
So, if you notice on a bag of fries, it'll give you oven instructionss. In these instructions, it probably mentions something about putting the fries on a pan before you put them in the oven. And then it'll likely say something about flipping them halfway through.
Well, one of my roommates (my money is on the same guy who put the bowl in the oven, see the archives for a refresher) doesn't have the intellectual capacity to do one or both of the above. When I was preheating the oven today, to do some of my own cooking, my girlfriend mentioned smelling something burning. I shrugged it off - burning is a fairly common thing with me.
Anyway, I opened up the oven. There was a good two cups of (burned) fries on the bottom of the oven, in and around the burner. So I'm not sure which of the two steps the idiot couldn't handle. I'm going to guess, though, that it's the first one, since there wasn't a dirty pan lying around. Which leads me to wonder why he would just put the fries on the oven rack. It would take a long time. I suppose they'd be nice and crispy though.
Anyway, wtf?
So, if you notice on a bag of fries, it'll give you oven instructionss. In these instructions, it probably mentions something about putting the fries on a pan before you put them in the oven. And then it'll likely say something about flipping them halfway through.
Well, one of my roommates (my money is on the same guy who put the bowl in the oven, see the archives for a refresher) doesn't have the intellectual capacity to do one or both of the above. When I was preheating the oven today, to do some of my own cooking, my girlfriend mentioned smelling something burning. I shrugged it off - burning is a fairly common thing with me.
Anyway, I opened up the oven. There was a good two cups of (burned) fries on the bottom of the oven, in and around the burner. So I'm not sure which of the two steps the idiot couldn't handle. I'm going to guess, though, that it's the first one, since there wasn't a dirty pan lying around. Which leads me to wonder why he would just put the fries on the oven rack. It would take a long time. I suppose they'd be nice and crispy though.
Anyway, wtf?
