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August 22, 2003The move is done...let the unpacking begin!
Many hands make light the work—and keep our author from having a coronary thrombosis. The comparative ease with which I moved my stuff today wouldn’t have been possible without the help of Sharon Seitz, Rob & Nan Van Hoose, Jennifer Ramos, Kelle Truby, and Mike Barre.
The goods news is that I only had to go without internet access for about twelve hours, and I was too busy during those twelve hours to have been able to log on, even had it been possible. The bad news is that I still felt jittery during the interim. The good news is that I have my very own parking spot. The bad news? I forgot to ask which one it is. The good news is that, having tested my air conditioning, I know for a fact that it’s very efficient. The bad news: I don’t think I can get this place consistently cold enough to make up for my lack of a refrigerator, which only came to my attention upon moving in this morning.
The good news is that I’ll be starting up my sixteenth year of formal education in just over a month. The bad news is that I apparently need it; I mistook the U-Haul truck’s parking break for a clutch and assumed I was dealing with a manual transmission vehicle, which I can’t drive. One of the rental location employees enlightened me as to the nature of my mistake about ten minutes later, but not before I’d called my mom and asked her to drive my stickshift-proficient uncle over. Knowing that there was no way to reach them and call them off, and figuring that the day wasn’t getting any younger, I drove back home in the truck, passing them somewhere in transit.
And to think, they let me teach high school…
Posted by patrick at August 22, 2003 11:44 PM
CommentsI mistook the U-Haul truck’s parking break for a clutch and assumed I was dealing with a manual transmission vehicle, which I can’t drive. Oh no, bloopers! The clutch is a third pedal. A car brake is spelled "brake."
Posted by: Ryan K. at August 23, 2003 02:19 PM
Damn! It would seem that even colossi have feet of clay. The real problem is that I can’t correct it now that you’ve commented on it. If I did, your correction would make no sense. As tempting as it is, I’m not going to foist my error onto Ryan. I do think, though, that my usage of the plural form of “colossus” a few sentences back makes up for my homophonetic sins.
Ya got me, Mr. Koskela. Plus one to you, for what it’s worth. Hell, I’m feeling generous—have plus five. At this point, that and a wheelbarrow full of devalued Deutchmarks will buy you a cup of coffee…
Posted by: Patrick Seitz at August 23, 2003 03:03 PM
It was funny coming across that in the middle of all your canny writing. Spellcheckers don’t brake for breaks. Colossi... So, could an assortment of Flavian Amphitheaters be termed Colossia?
Posted by: Ryan at August 24, 2003 03:30 PM
You do realize, of course, that it's manifestations of wit such as these that make me want to go back in time and slap you for never speaking up in class, Mr. Koskela.
Posted by: Patrick Seitz at September 2, 2003 02:45 AM
Ryan You're a dumbass!
Posted by: Ruben M. at September 4, 2003 07:16 PM
Heh heh, NO RUBEN! Nice try. I bet you typed that from your jail cell, am I right?
Posted by: Ryan at September 5, 2003 12:00 AM
There's a lot of love in this topic thread, yessir...
Posted by: Patrick Seitz at September 5, 2003 03:02 AM
"This guy", Koskella, I wrote it while I was in the middle of stealing your car.
Posted by: Ruben M. at September 5, 2003 09:39 AM
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