I didn’t get a photo of the man across the street sitting on his porch while wearing a sarong and playing a large wooden flute, and for that I am sorry. I want you to understand what Olympia is like, and that photo would have nearly summed it up.
Fig Manor is coming along, with some setbacks. But first, let’s talk about the basement. Which isn’t really a basement so much as a hole under the house.
That’s pretty much it. Nothing peculiar has happened down there or anything, if you don’t count the part where the light switch is that blue box there on the right side of the photo, at the bottom of the stairs. Let’s let that sink in for a moment while you imagine going down in the househole to do your laundry at night. Getting down to the bottom. So you can switch the lights on.
The topic of discussion today is that I have not had an oven since we moved in two weeks ago. Because I am a total fucking moron and didn’t wonder why the range was unplugged, or who had unplugged it, and why they hadn’t plugged it back in again.
Turns out there is an electrical component in the control panel that flashes an error message and SHRIEKS LIKE A BANSHEE EVERY THIRTY SECONDS. Just to let you know that there is an error. In a part of the range not in use. So while the burners still work when lit with a match, the oven portion is controlled entirely by an electric interface, an interface that the landlord has sent off to be repaired with no real way of knowing when it might be fixed. Two weeks? Four? And if you’re helpfully wondering why I didn’t check to ensure it worked before we moved in, I did: I plugged it into the wall socket, checked the burners, and then unplugged it in under 30 seconds, so the error code didn’t have a chance to cycle. Lesson about being a tenant #1,007,935: check an appliance for longer than 30 seconds.
Still, we have burners and a rice cooker, even though I realized that 90% of my cooking takes place in the oven. We do not have a microwave, something I’d forgotten since for the last two years we’ve lived places that came with them. I bought several hippie frozen meals before realizing they take 45 minutes to cook in the toaster oven, by which time I’ve had a few beers and then walked to the burger joint two blocks away.
Say what you want, but Spam pan-fried with a little not-too-sweet homemade teriyaki sauce served with rice and fried runny eggs is sublime.
Mike the Viking has been waging a bloody and disheartening war against the Internet Providers. We tried DSL and immediately discovered that when the saleswoman assured us that it was perfectly adequate for normal usage, she was being incredibly literal. It’s adequate. As in, it works. Ish. We went crawling to the evil troll Comcast and begged his mercy, and we have suffered for it. There have been new wireless routers purchased. There have been phone calls, for assistance both foreign and domestic. Mike the Viking used a raised voice to tell someone that Odin would destroy them, and then had to explain who Odin was. Last night a total system failure resulted in several hours of product assistance calls this morning, which for now has granted us access to the great Net that is Inter, but how long we are blessed here I do not know.
Life! It just keeps being here.April 23rd, 2012 | Drama!, Food Rant