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dolariWell, let's get caught up, shall we?
SAN MARCOS
With the end of my work week, and the movie coming up, I decided to explore San Marcos a little. I've only ever really been in the town in the 80s and early 90s. It was an older Texas town, somewhat conservative, a large Mexican population much like San Antonio's. I really didn't hold out much hope for a progressive town, from what I'd seen, even though I'd known SWT was right there.
What a difference a decade makes. San MArcos is now a really nice college town. Most of the older buildings and businesses have revamped into college nightlife kind of places, and stuff is opened WAY late to cater to the large college population. It's a happening' little town. Heck, I saw the Girls Gone Wild party bus DOWNTOWN. I'd never seen that in Austin.
Although maybe that's a good thing. :)
I love being able to drive fie miles in any direction and being in rural Texas. In fact, I live on the far North Side of San Marcos, I can get to rural Nance's Mill in just ten minutes on a bike. VERY nice.
THE APARTMENT
The Apartment was a lot smaller than I expected, but not tiny tiny. I'm used to living in small houses (my fist apartment was 438 square feet, I slept in the walk in closet). It's quite literally just down the street from work, and takes me just as long to drive in as it takes to bike in. As soon as I get a place to put my bike, I'm biking in. Heck I did it today, knowing no one else would be at the call center.
I'm very well situated. I-35 is up the street from me, and I only need to go up one road to hit it north or south. If I go another direction, I'm in the middle of the food district. The grocery store is just down another road, and more fast food is that way. It's not a bad neighborhood either, and I get free cable and Internet.
The Internet, though, is pretty sad, and I may end up buying my own Roadrunner account. For one, the apartment complex gets it's feed from Roadrunner, which isn't bad at all. But that's shared with EVERYONE in the complex, so my transfer speed varies wildly. Not a BAD thing, it's still faster than 56k. My computer, however, is hidden behind a NAT router. This means I can't get back to my computer from the Internet (I hit the apartment's router, instead of my computer). And to top that all off, I can't send mail from here, because someone at the apartment complex ruined it for everyone, started sending spam, and got the complex blacklisted. Oi, vey. I have a webmail interface which is fine - but still, a pain.
The cable, though, is NEAT. I get two of everything. I get all the stations from San Antonio AND Austin, so I get two CBSes, two ABCs, two NBCs and so on. It's really kind of neat to see the news from San Antonio again. I missed it. Also I get to see that KENS still randomly pre-empts CBS whenever they damned well feel about it (They stopped showing Saturday Morning cartoons in the early 80s, and sometimes I could get an Austin or LAredo station and watch from there).
THE MOVE
When we moved from the apartment to the duplex, there was a lot of wasted time. In all, it took almost two weeks to move, my truck was barely half full on any of these trips and there was a lot of twiddled thumbs.
This time, I said to myself, I'm moving. Dean and Jill are at work, I'm moving. Lets get to work.
I took everything that was already in a box (which was actually a lot of stuff) and tossed in the back of my truck. I crammed that truck FULL of everything, including my bed. When I pulled out of the driveway, and hit the brakes at the end of the road, I FELT the weight in the truck. I drove down to San Marcos and had everything in the house by 3PM. I knew if I turned around back into Austin right then, I'd hit rush hour traffic in a truck with no AC. So I unpacked a bit here and there. Puttered around until about 6, then made the trip back to Austin.
Back in Austin I packed the hell out of everything else. EVERYTHING was out of my room by 9, except for the computer desk. My groceries (What little there were), were packed in boxes, my clothes were laying on the front seat. The truck was only half full this time, but I'd managed to get EVERYTHING that was mine out of the house (I forgot a few things, like my ice cube trays, a pan or two and other things, but mostly everything is out).
Total time: 13 hours. Not two weeks. 13 hours.
THE UNPACKING
Most everything is unpacked now. At the very least, it's in the room it needs to be in, if not put up. I've got a huge pile of clean clothes next to the bed and a bunch of empty hangars in the closet. But to be honest, getting one to the other is just not that incredibly important right now. I'll do it once the aching is over.
There are a few boxes of toys and books in the living room. All 330+ videotapes are put away in a bookshelf, but there's not much bookshelf left for books/toys. So they'll stay in boxes till I get some more shelving. And yes, I have more videotapes than books.
The kitchen is mostly bare. My parents have my kitchen ware, which will be coming up sometime this week, prolly Thursday. The pantry is mostly empty, as is the freezer and fridge. Which isn't a bad thing. Keeps me from snacking.
There's not much square footage in this apartment, but it seems so BIG. And I'm so alone, making it even bigger. I'm so used to living in 20x20 foot rooms. This bedroom is bigger than the one I had in the duplex, and it seems so wide open.
I'll get used to it. Once I get some furniture up here, too....
I'm also getting something I've needed for a while - my swelling from being in that house is already going down. I gained feeling on the sole of my left foot again (it's not a good feeling, but any feeling there is an improvement), and I haven't had one breakout since I moved in.
SAN MARCOS
With the end of my work week, and the movie coming up, I decided to explore San Marcos a little. I've only ever really been in the town in the 80s and early 90s. It was an older Texas town, somewhat conservative, a large Mexican population much like San Antonio's. I really didn't hold out much hope for a progressive town, from what I'd seen, even though I'd known SWT was right there.
What a difference a decade makes. San MArcos is now a really nice college town. Most of the older buildings and businesses have revamped into college nightlife kind of places, and stuff is opened WAY late to cater to the large college population. It's a happening' little town. Heck, I saw the Girls Gone Wild party bus DOWNTOWN. I'd never seen that in Austin.
Although maybe that's a good thing. :)
I love being able to drive fie miles in any direction and being in rural Texas. In fact, I live on the far North Side of San Marcos, I can get to rural Nance's Mill in just ten minutes on a bike. VERY nice.
THE APARTMENT
The Apartment was a lot smaller than I expected, but not tiny tiny. I'm used to living in small houses (my fist apartment was 438 square feet, I slept in the walk in closet). It's quite literally just down the street from work, and takes me just as long to drive in as it takes to bike in. As soon as I get a place to put my bike, I'm biking in. Heck I did it today, knowing no one else would be at the call center.
I'm very well situated. I-35 is up the street from me, and I only need to go up one road to hit it north or south. If I go another direction, I'm in the middle of the food district. The grocery store is just down another road, and more fast food is that way. It's not a bad neighborhood either, and I get free cable and Internet.
The Internet, though, is pretty sad, and I may end up buying my own Roadrunner account. For one, the apartment complex gets it's feed from Roadrunner, which isn't bad at all. But that's shared with EVERYONE in the complex, so my transfer speed varies wildly. Not a BAD thing, it's still faster than 56k. My computer, however, is hidden behind a NAT router. This means I can't get back to my computer from the Internet (I hit the apartment's router, instead of my computer). And to top that all off, I can't send mail from here, because someone at the apartment complex ruined it for everyone, started sending spam, and got the complex blacklisted. Oi, vey. I have a webmail interface which is fine - but still, a pain.
The cable, though, is NEAT. I get two of everything. I get all the stations from San Antonio AND Austin, so I get two CBSes, two ABCs, two NBCs and so on. It's really kind of neat to see the news from San Antonio again. I missed it. Also I get to see that KENS still randomly pre-empts CBS whenever they damned well feel about it (They stopped showing Saturday Morning cartoons in the early 80s, and sometimes I could get an Austin or LAredo station and watch from there).
THE MOVE
When we moved from the apartment to the duplex, there was a lot of wasted time. In all, it took almost two weeks to move, my truck was barely half full on any of these trips and there was a lot of twiddled thumbs.
This time, I said to myself, I'm moving. Dean and Jill are at work, I'm moving. Lets get to work.
I took everything that was already in a box (which was actually a lot of stuff) and tossed in the back of my truck. I crammed that truck FULL of everything, including my bed. When I pulled out of the driveway, and hit the brakes at the end of the road, I FELT the weight in the truck. I drove down to San Marcos and had everything in the house by 3PM. I knew if I turned around back into Austin right then, I'd hit rush hour traffic in a truck with no AC. So I unpacked a bit here and there. Puttered around until about 6, then made the trip back to Austin.
Back in Austin I packed the hell out of everything else. EVERYTHING was out of my room by 9, except for the computer desk. My groceries (What little there were), were packed in boxes, my clothes were laying on the front seat. The truck was only half full this time, but I'd managed to get EVERYTHING that was mine out of the house (I forgot a few things, like my ice cube trays, a pan or two and other things, but mostly everything is out).
Total time: 13 hours. Not two weeks. 13 hours.
THE UNPACKING
Most everything is unpacked now. At the very least, it's in the room it needs to be in, if not put up. I've got a huge pile of clean clothes next to the bed and a bunch of empty hangars in the closet. But to be honest, getting one to the other is just not that incredibly important right now. I'll do it once the aching is over.
There are a few boxes of toys and books in the living room. All 330+ videotapes are put away in a bookshelf, but there's not much bookshelf left for books/toys. So they'll stay in boxes till I get some more shelving. And yes, I have more videotapes than books.
The kitchen is mostly bare. My parents have my kitchen ware, which will be coming up sometime this week, prolly Thursday. The pantry is mostly empty, as is the freezer and fridge. Which isn't a bad thing. Keeps me from snacking.
There's not much square footage in this apartment, but it seems so BIG. And I'm so alone, making it even bigger. I'm so used to living in 20x20 foot rooms. This bedroom is bigger than the one I had in the duplex, and it seems so wide open.
I'll get used to it. Once I get some furniture up here, too....
I'm also getting something I've needed for a while - my swelling from being in that house is already going down. I gained feeling on the sole of my left foot again (it's not a good feeling, but any feeling there is an improvement), and I haven't had one breakout since I moved in.
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Date: 2006-08-28 01:57 pm (UTC)Sleepy D
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Are they sure the spam was intentional? IIRC, most spammers these days use zombies (a nice demonstration of their legality and how much legislation is likely to curtail their behavior).
"How to be a zombie?" asked the FAQ, with an answer of, "If you need to ask, you may already be one..."
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Date: 2006-08-28 06:49 pm (UTC)no subject
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