May 4th, 2005


Cheese Is Good!

Another day of not much sleep, though hugely improved by timenchanter volunteering to get Mena to school.  Hugely improved for me - not him.

In any case, did lunch with Timmie, fiddled with the schematic a little more, slept a little, then went to supersniffles's house for another movie night.  By the time I was up and active, it was about 8:00pm, or mid-morning in the Cindi world.  It also meant I arrived at her place just before Timmie did.  He had a separate social engagement he went to first.

It was theoretically going to be a Jeff Goldblum themed night, but by bringing the appropriate supplies, I managed to turn it into a cheese-fest.  We watched Flesh Gordon and Sgt. Kabukiman, NYPD.  Both extremely cheesy films that revel in it.

'Twas appropriate we had pizza for dinner.

Timmie was going to head out to Splash, but fell asleep on Cindi's floor, instead.  It at least gave him some much-needed sleep.

Something I should look into doing.
  • Current Mood
    geeky geeky

Just Peachy

The day was starting so well...

stormmonkey's been moving out, without any noticeable trace of "She" histrionics.  I'm sure it's just a matter of time (No!  Not the PS2!), but still, things were doing well.

I managed to get at least 6 hours of sleep, and then did my jack into the computer thing.   I tried to do something useful, and reconciled the bank account for April.

And someone's written a fraudulent check on my account.  I don't remember the circumstances, but I apparently never wrote any checks for the range 3551 to 3575, and some dipshit just wrote check 3552 for $50 in LA.

Now, to be honest, I'm still using my shared account with Larri.  And I have some vague memory of handing her some checks for it way back when - and the checks around that range were written in 2001.  So if she wanted to, and she had the checks, she could semi-legally use them (Only semi, since our finances were separated some time ago).

But not some guy named, it appears, "Brian" in LA.  I'm going to have to try a stop payment for the whole damn range, and go through the whole fraud process.  Just.  Bloody.  Wonderful.
  • Current Mood
    annoyed annoyed

It Just Keeps Coming

On the good side, stormmonkey's moved out, just at the last minute.  Her dog run's still here, but I don't particularly care.  She'll be back for it eventually.  The related "She" drama was minor - a few minor yells, a violently slammed door or two, and some heavy stomping.  Quite within the expected.

And I had a great dinner with Stuart and his mother Esther.

On the other hand, while I was picking up the mail, and arranging to have them start delivering again (No dog!  Guaranteed!), I noticed a letter from the Santa Clara Superior Court.

Back in April of 2004, I got a speeding ticket.  I got the normal paperwork, it was iffy if I could get traffic school (The timing was slightly tight), but I paid that amount, anyway.

I never heard anything back.  I'd in fact been given the impression that the ticket was in the DMV system, so I assumed they just disqualified me, and kept the slight difference in money.

Well, I've just been told I have 10 days to prove I've gone to traffic school, or they'll release the data.  I of course got this info at about 4:15, and the court clerks go home at 4:00, so I have yet another bureaucratic snafu to deal with tomorrow.

  • Current Mood
    tired tired