Friday, March 17, 2006

The once steel tough fabric of a Union man Was sold and Bartered away Fed to money wolves in the Reagan years, Caught in a drift in greedy nineties days So inside this song is our rally cry

chorus: Your dreams are in danger, and "We Must Rise" Our time has come we are under the gun "It's Do or Die"

Its not a rebel cry of some socialist Scheme to push for human rights Just the facts an obvious mentioned on the Behalf of the working man, for his family and his livelihood

-Do or Die, DKM


First off, happy birthday to my brother from me over on this side of the pond. He's over in Scotland this week, ensuring a little less anarchy in the UK. I look forward to a massive blog post.

I got a new hot water heater this week. The old one leaked a bit off and on until a few days ago when I woke up to the sound of running water. I thought it was just the normal sound of the person above me getting ready, but there were none of the accompanying elephantine stomping sounds her Nimitz-class feet make. On the floor in the closet there was a puddle with actual ripples in it as the water drained. First things first, I moved every comic book in the room to the top shelf of the bedroom closet. It occurred to me to turn off the water completely, turn off the hot water heater valve and power, then turn the water back on. I drained what water I could with the shower, but there was still a pretty good size puddle on the carpet. I lysoled (it's a verb now) the hell out of the area to avoid mildew, so now the carpet smells like dusty wet apples. I bought some "shop towels," which are essentially thicker than average blue paper towels towels in a really manly package. No flowers, bears, or platitudes- just blue. These worked to an extent, and the area is nearly dry now.

The maintenance guys came to inspect the problem in the morning. He turned on the water and said "yup, it's leaking." Brilliant. I'm the one with 92% of a masters, he's the one in the confederate ballcap- one of us is the expert and it's not me. Yadda yadda, now I have warm water.

Off to Scotty's now, for a black bean burger and Guinness with Gerry and Michelle, who are both more Irish than I am in their own ways.

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