When I started fiddling around with the camera on my phone (sometimes things that do too many things are worse than things that do only one thing. . .) a woman came from the far end of the parking lot, crossing traffic going into the lot, brought her cart all the way up to the store, and left it (it’s the one in the middle.) What the heck is wrong with people that they go all the way up to where the carts are stored, and then leave them NEAR the other carts? How much more effort does it take to push the cart in? I’m really curious as to what is going on in these people’s minds. If anyone out there has a clue, let me know, because I sure can’t figure it out.
Ok, if you want to lose faith in humanity, start checking your site meter for referrerals. “Child thong”? “I came on alison’s face”? Ewwwwwwww! Yuck! It’s like I need to swab the site with rubbing alcohol. Blech. You people need a separate domain suffix, for sure.
So, the guy who’s going to buy the house now stopped by to visit. I can’t wait to meet his wife – he’s a pisser, and she sounds like a lot of fun, too. However, I did have to criticize him – they started doing some visualization and spellwork to ger our original deal to fall through, and it worked. I would have preferred that they had done it earlier so we didn’t have to go through all the hassle!
How to get a real estate deal canceled – go through with the inspector and prompt him with stuff like “don’t you think this is dangerous?” and “how many lives will be lost if this breaks” and such, then insist that the sellers do at least $90K worth of work to fix the house before you’ll close. Saying to the wife, though, “Honey, you’re friggin’ nuts, we’re not bidding on this house” will save a lot of grief all around. Take my word for it.
It didn’t get lost, I just forgot to write it. We were so caught up in the childlike joy of finally seeing the sun after a week of unrelenting rain. Hubby and I got quite a lot done with indoor packing, but then moved on to the garage (an even scarier place than the basement). We put out a shelf in front of the house to hold the still-useful items we were leaving out for people to take, which led to chatting with many neighbors and enjoying the sunshine.
At some point during the day, some idiot unceremoniously dumped everything onto the ground and took the shelf. Probably the same asshole who did it last time, and probably also the one who cut all the cords off the fans and lamps we left out for people to pick through. Next shelf that goes out will be the one that’s rusted through and covered with mouse poop and insect carcasses. We won’t clean it off, and I hope he cuts himself.
However, we still had a lovely day. We went to Brookdale Park, where there was an art show. At one point, the wind picked up, the sky got dark, but it never opened up with rain, and it was delightful to get outdoors. We got back, I made more significant packing progress, and we headed out to Sushi Hana in Montclair for dinner, followed by a trip to Montclair Book Center. I think that kind of trip is the one I’ll miss most after we move. You have to do a lot of driving to get from one place to another in TR. We shall see, though.
I’ll have to keep my eye out and my cellphone camera set up for next time I see this. Last night, we saw a guy walking down the street wearing what looked like a piece of t-shirt just put on top of his head. This morning, I saw a more elaborate version, which involved the sleeves being used to tie in the back, plus a jaunty little rubber band to hold it on. I can’t wait to see what alternate use these guys come up with for actual hats.
It looks like these buyers are good to go. Let’s send positive thoughts that they end up in this house and have as good a time in it as we did.
I’m looking at the traffic, and I know at least three of you who are checking here for updates, because you told me so. The reason there’s a comment button at the bottom is so you can comment. Don’t make me hunt you down.
I am writing this mere minutes after having finished watching this movie. IMHO, everyone should see it. It is a well-acted, well-crafted movie that has a message without being preachy, reaches emotional levels that are rare in most commercial films, and is thoroughly enjoyable. After our only experience with Natalie Portman being her portrayal of Queen Amidala, we were surprised to see that she had so much talent. And Zach Braff was amazing. It’s always good to see people who look like real people in movies nowadays, but throw in the benefit that he developed and grew a character, filled it out and made it real – it was wonderful. I’m not going to give a plot synopsis. For that, we have IMDB.com. Just get it and watch it. I’m thinking that, despite the presence of a couple of age-inappropriate scenes, I’m going to show it to the daughters. It’s that good.
The money thing is all set – papers signed, approvals verbally guaranteed, just a few days until paperwork goes through. New contract signed with different buyers who’ll appreciate the house more. Roofer on his way as soon as the rain stops. Attorney review should be done on both transactions by Tuesday or Wednesday. Time to pack like mad! (I wish I’d saved all those packing peanuts from Amazon.com! Oh, well.)
Things always come together for us in the end, I just tend to forget that during the rough spots.
Today, I had the misfortune of discovering a “child modeling” site. Holy cow, this was pedophile heaven. These people who make these sites, though, know their legal ins and outs. The site and its links are presented as a modeling portfolio for these little girls, 6 and up, as if people who were looking for children for genuine modeling shoots would be cruising around there. However, not only are there fee structures amazingly similar to those of your standard adult porn sites, but these children are clearly posed in provocative, sexual poses.
Legally, these sites aren’t crossing any lines – the girls are clothed, no actual images of nipples or genitalia are shown, but geez louise. . .if you see a picture of a 10 year old in a tank top and thong panties, focus of the shot on the buttocks, with the little face looking back over her shoulder, a finger or two being nibbled on and eyes half closed. . .well, is that going to get sent in a resume to Sears or JC Penney?
It’s hard to decide whom to hate more, the “agents” taking the pictures and setting up the sites, or the parents who actually allow their children to take part in this. It makes my stomach turn.
Now, there are a number of legal and law enforcement people who have a good point (especially considering how roughshod our rights are being run over lately) that anything that specifically addresses this opens a world of possibilities to persecute innocent people. It’s sad that we’ve become so committed to the letter of the law that we can’t interpret the intent and get this slimy stuff eliminated.