You ever have one of those days? Not a bad one, but a fabulously kickass day. Well, i have to say that this Thursday rocks hardcore. I took the day off to take care of some business, and business is getting taken down. Last month i managed to score one beast of a traffic ticket. You see i was lacking in proof of tax payment, and this means a fine of over $200 in good ol’ SC. I have payed my taxes, of course, so this gave me an option independant of “Pay out the ass,” i could wait the month, then go into court and contest the ticket. I called the Dept. of Treasury and got a copy of my tax reciept, and then got the day off.
Come today, i got up early, tossed the Grey Suit on, and headed down to the courthouse. Its been seasonably cold here in the south, and i wasn’t wearing my trenchcoat (black leather trenchcoats tend to rub authority figures the wrong way) so i was hoping that the 8:00 AM court start time would leave a little bit of time (say between 7:30 and 8:00) for them to open the doors and let us (us from here on out being me and the other court-bound people) mill about the vestibule. No, it doesn’t. The cops instead drank coffee and stared at us early risers freezing our asses off outside. After we got in it got a little bit more annoying. They then locked us in a courtroom and showed us a video explaining the difference between “guilty” and “innocent.” After that, though, the whole day started looking up.
I found my arresting officer, showed him the reciept, and was told “Ok, you can go now.” I didn’t wait for a second word, i ran my ass out the room. The building was a little more complicated, as they had shut off power to the automatic doors. I wrenched them open, and was told by the lawyer that this was because of budget constraints. I think that he was joking, but you never can tell.
After the whole court thing i took care of the second issue with my car, that of the tax sticker that got me in trouble in the first place. I ran on down to the nearest DMV and got a copy of my registration and of my tax sticker after showing them the all-purpose Tax Reciept of Openning. The lady tried to give me a hard time, but unfortunately i wasn’t cowed, so it all worked out.
I then called Time Warner and inquired about the price for their Digital Video Recorder service, and it turns out to be less than $5 for the first three months, then about $5. That’s all i needed to hear, and i ran over to Greystone and swapped out one of my Explorer 2000 boxes for an Explorer 8000. I also moved the 2100 out of my room and into the “Family Room” in order to score said 2000. I figure i should get rid of the crappier boxes first. One of these days i’ll get around to swapping out my cable modem for the newer Toshiba model, and my brother’s 2000 for a 2100. But then that’s just me being a perfectionist, the extra 100 on the set top box does not a better STB make.
Though on the electronics front, i may be buying a new TV. The one i’ve got now has a broken VCR and only two inputs (one RCA and one coax). I’d love something with actual Video + 2-channel Audio RCA instead of the Video + 1-channel that mine has now, and a whole lot of them. I mean i’ve got the DVR, the DVD player, and the Playstation right now, and i may be adding a Gamecube to that mix in the future. Going to PS2 wouldn’t count, as it would be replacing the PSX. That means atleast four inputs, preferably more if i want to add anything of consiquence. I mean five RCA jacks on the back and one on the front and i think i’d be happy with the whole thing. It doesn’t have to have a built-in VCR as i’ve become a little annoyed with that setup.
I got some more stuff done, but it falls squarely in the “Getting books from my mother and getting bagels” flavour of boring, rather than the “Babbling like an idiot” flavour that you kids have been enjoying just now.
I may come up to Florence this weekend, and i do have issue #3 of Last Order for you kids to read. I fully expect to read your manga though, so this will be a two-way street. Ah well, expect some word on Friday. Sorry about last week, i was called into service in the name of the woman and theatre, so i was either unavailable, comatose with exhaustion, or genuinely asleep for the whole weekend, thereby rendering me very poor company.
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