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Weekend Update

1. I'm just a passenger, I don't want to fly the plane
2. freedom? yeah right
3. Neither intense, nor teal, but better
4. I swear, I had a soul when I came in

1. You may remember that I bought a car recently. Whereupon, I went and bought insurance. Geico kindly reminded me that I did, in fact, have both an accident and a speeding ticket in the last 5 years. They did not point out, however, that my license had expired in January. You'd think that would be important to them. Or to Harris Bank, who gave us our loan.

It turns out that fact is only important to airlines. As I found out on my way to San Francisco. An expired license automatically puts you in the "possible terrorist" category. Although on a thursday morning at midway, that happens to be the fast lane. not so much on the way home, what with the detour through customer service to get a different boarding pass, that explicitly says "this guy thinks he can fly with an expired driver's license"

Saturday I went to get my license renewed, which required a written test. It's amazing how many of those questions have no application to the way people actually drive. No wonder the wifest hates learning to drive here. We are all bad drivers. And the best part: when we got home from the test, there was a letter from geico, who finally noticed that my license was expired.

2. Saturday we also got a new lease signed on our current apartment, and a letter from our landlord signed, saying that our current lease will be terminated amicably at the end of the month. Which is good, because our less-than-amicable backup plan is being made harder and harder to document by the evil ventilation department secretary at city hall. Apparently she only takes messages when threatened by other city employees, residents are afforded no such pleasantries. And here I thought getting the place rented was the hard part. The stress never ends.

3. Of course, while the wifest and I were jumping up and down about financial freedom, our two roommates were more worried about having to repaint. I'm reasonably sure that the new tennants will regret not having an intense teal living room once they see it white, but it's their call, unfortunately. So sunday we layed down two coats of kilz, so we wouldn't have to repaint the living room at the end of the month, amid the craziness of moving. After a coat of the cheapest white paint ever, the room has been returned to boring normal

4. The Wifest finally convinced me to get a costco membership. Sure enough, it sucked the soul straight outta me (or maybe it was just the 6/6/06 thing):

seriously, where the hell are my eyes?

UPDATE: some of what I originally posted was rather passive aggressive. I'm sorry, it shouldn't have been posted. I forget that I'm not blogging in a vaccuum anymore.