And a good talk like a pirate day it was! Us faithful pirates went out on t’ town for a night o’ debauchery and pillagin’ t’ honor pirates everywhere. We ended up at t’ Jupiter Lounge for this night o’ craziness complete with karaoke and t’ drinkin’ o’ much grog.
Talk Like A Pirate

For any one that says advertising inst effective they have never spent 10 min out side of Ikea strapping large boxes to roof racks of a vintage Beetle. I had a grand total of 14 “hey you look like the commercial” & 12 “you should get money off for being like the Ikea commercial”

Ikea proved to be an extremely profitable endeavor. It is best to find the isle that has the most disgruntled and hung over looking cashier who is getting ready to go on break / lunch / I need to go home because I am still drunk, to ring you though. I had two carts and a cash & carry paper. She ran two of the three things in the first cart for which I corrected her, she ran the cash & carry sheet, and I foolishly assumed that she ran the second cart. She said the total and I though mmmm… that is cheaper then I thought … oh well good times for me. Stumble though the convoluted paying process that always ensues when I make purchases over my daily bank limit (it’s so silly, it’s my money its there, Let me spend it dammit!) and I wander over to the pick up section wondering if I had forgot something on my list. Oh well if it was cheaper then I thought don’t look a gift horse in the mouth as my mother always said. Load the stuff on to the beetle (I should have took a photo but alas being a photographer I didn’t.) and drove home. At a stop light I stop to look at the receipt and realize there isn’t things on the list. I panic and think that I forgot to buy my Helmer or that the Frǚgäliÿppën didn’t make in to the cart. Dammit!!! I am going to need to go back….. Wait the Frǚgäliÿppën is digging in to my shoulder and Heǚgäiÿllër is blocking my window. WTF!! After inspection it in fact appears that my whole second cart didn’t get run at all. Now the moral person in me said I should call and let them know so they can charge me more money, but the non moral consumer that I am said SCORE!!!!. After much internal debate the consumer morals overtook (as they always do) b00ya!!

Well I thought that early morning phone calls from the police were a thing that was locked far far far away in my distant past. (Have a few beers with D & I and we will tell you all about it) That would however seem to be NOT to be the case this particular morning. I was up last night till my usual 4:30ish assembling the days Ikea purchases (another story to be sure) and I crashed out with an alarm set for 8ish but the phone woke me up first. I didn’t feel like answering it so I did what my mother taught me I watched it ring and listened to the msg after. The msg was the VPD informing me that my car had been busted into and that if I didn’t talk to them soon they were going to tow my car for “safe keeping” (now if they had towed my car I am not sure who would be paying for that but I can only assume that it would be me.) After a frantic scurrying to jot the number, (see prev post about the 10 min required pre task finding session) I was calling them back and letting them know that my car wouldn’t be needing any “safe keeping” and I went out to assess the damage. This is what I found.

That isn’t a rock, it is a bloody bolder! It is the dictionary definition of over kill. The Window is over 30 years old how much force is really required to bust it. All said and done the criminal masterminds got off with a box off broken beetle parts and some tools. (and for those that know our car the box they took was also my seat holder upper.) The good news is that the glass is a mere 30 bux and I am sure that I can install it my self.
I Love VeeDubs!

One thing I hate in life id searching for the tools for the task at hand. Whether it is tiring to find the appropriate screw driver or looking for a particular cable, I hate searching for things. I am currently living in a world were simple tasks such as showering and brushing of ones teeth must have a 20 minute searching precursor. That’s all I am tired of looking for ever little thing.

Camera: Canon 1Ds Mark II
Aperture: 2.8
Shutter: 1/320
Lens: Canon EF 16-35mm f/2.8L USM @ 16mm
ISO: 250
Date Taken: March.13.2006

In an effort to fulfill my promise to Tanya I am herby posting one drunken blog post!! I have had an exurbanite amount o drink this evening and I need to post about it to please the desires of others. I haven’t any thin gto say other then I am slightly intoxicated and I will reframe from spell checking to prove it.

Camera: Canon 1D Mark II
Aperture: 2.8
Shutter: 1/1000
Lens: Canon EF 24-70mm f/2.8L USM @ 24mm
ISO: 200
Date Taken: March.13.2006

So with the help of two hired movers that didn’t really speak English we are in our new place, & now the unpacking and setting up of Ikea furniture can commence. It’s 3 in the morning and I can not sleep despite the fact that I was a mere four hours ago ready to collapse into a puddle. I went to sleep alright and now I am awake and prowling around like my kittens. I have this crazy morning as well that involves taking a BBQ to D&S, returning the truck, Grabbing the last Bug load of stuff from the old house, taking dolly’s back to Uhaul and meeting the TELUS Guys, all before 8:30. Well I am going to move boxes to their respective areas or something.