money for car, and other things
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chaobell, who writes/draws /usr/bin/w00t (currently a bit plot-heavy for my taste, but decently drawn and quite amusing), has written absolutely the most hilarious flamewar I have ever seen ("IF YOU WERE ANY DENSER, YOU'D HAVE YOUR OWN GRAVITATIONAL PULL!"), and has created Dark Crystal userpics. (Including one of a rampaging Fizzgig.)
After a bit of an unpleasant night, went out and did car things on Friday. The DMV was surprisingly non-painful. I showed up about fifteen minutes before they opened and got through the initial weed-out line in about ten minutes. (Would have gone faster except for the two people in front of me who couldn't quite comprehend that they needed to have a birth certificate with them in order to get a driver's license or ID card.) Filled out paperwork for change of address, wrote a check to the nice lady behind the counter, got my license place stickers. Fairly routine.
So, since things were going so well, I figured I'd try and get a new town sticker for Glyndwr while I was at it. In Blacksburg this was a fairly trivial process: as far as I can tell the entire town government is located in one building, so you just walk in there and say "I want a town sticker" and they take your money and give you a sticker.
The only government building in Christiansburg that I can actually locate is the courthouse, so I tried there first. A very helpful woman working in the clerk's office told me that where I needed to go was the county offices, and proceeded to give directions based on landmarks I didn't recognise:
Her: "It's on Roanoke Street."
Me: "Where?"
Her: "You know where Custard Corner is?"
Me: "No."
Her: "You know where Thompson Tire is?"
Me: "No."
Her: "Uh... you know were Wade's is?"
Me: "Um, sure."
Her: "Okay, directions."
Me: "Thanks, I think."
So I drove off looking for Wade's, which I vaguely remembered having seen on Franklin St. Conveniently, this is also the way home.
So that no one else makes the same mistake, I would like to inform you all that Food Lion != Wade's.
I cursed my faulty memory as I drove past Food Lion, and went on home. Explained to E what had happened.
Me: "So I have to find the Wade's in Christiansburg."
E: "There's a Wade's in Christiansburg?"
Me: "It's on Roanoke Street."
E: *pause* "There's a Roanoke Street in Christiansburg?"
Thus it was that we went cruisin' around downtown Christiansburg in the middle of the day trying to find Roanoke Street. Only took about half an hour, thanks to my mad road-finding skillz. I went into the county offices and located the office that sells car stickers.
Me: "I need to get a sticker for my car."
Lady behind the counter: "Do you live here?"
Me: "Well, yeah, otherwise I wouldn't need a sticker."
LBTC: "You're not showing up in our computer. Go talk to the people across the hall and get it straightened out with them, then come back and buy a sticker."
I wander across the hall and talk to a lady who looks remarkably like the last one.
Me: "I need to get a sticker for my car, but I'm not showing up in the computer across the hall."
LBTC: *checks computer* "That's because you live in Christiansburg."
Me: "Yes. That's why I'm here and not in Blacksburg."
LBTC: "This is the county office. You need the Christiansburg town office, which is over by the courthouse."
Argh. Back into the car, and back to driving around Christiansburg. Find the town office with a modicum of hassle. It's in a maze of temporary trailers, all alike. I navigate the scary maze of trailers and pay my twenty-four bucks and get a town of Christiansburg sticker for Glyndwr, which I should put on eventually since I went to all the trouble of acquiring the thing.
After that thrilling adventure we went and tromped about in Frog Pond Park. Got a couple of decent pictures. The white fungus that looked like seaweed didn't come out very well, sadly; too much white for my camera to handle. The fact that the creek cuts through bedrock makes the creekbed much fun to walk on, and also leads to some very cool waterfalls (pictures of which also didn't come out well).
Work, home, good conversations, sleep, wake up, make waffles. While making waffles I couldn't find the quarter-cup scoop, and was all "Who has EATEN the scoop?" until I realised that I don't actually need it for waffles, just for pancakes. Then I realised that inside my head I was starting to sound like Shauna, and stopped. (Favorite recent Shaunaness: "i forgot [my watch] after my shower today and was looking at my wrist for the time, and the time just wasn't there. now it is back in place, and while i am not looking at it, i am no longer like 'WRIST WHY DO YOU NOT KNOW?!'") Then I got to go acquire syrup from the Food Lion which is not Wade's, because we were out of syrup yet had forgotten this VITAL FACT until after the waffle batter was mixed.
My to-do list for today includes getting started on the second and final story for class (due Thursday at five), work some on the weekend class assignment (due Monday at some unspecified time but probably noon), and maybe do a bit on Shakespeare (due whenever, but preferably by the end of the month). Also figure out what my actual bill for fall semester is, since the one they sent me is I think about a thousand bucks short of what it ought to be. (Not like I'll be able to pay it on time in any event, since FinAid won't have gone through. Whatever.)
chaobell, who writes/draws /usr/bin/w00t (currently a bit plot-heavy for my taste, but decently drawn and quite amusing), has written absolutely the most hilarious flamewar I have ever seen ("IF YOU WERE ANY DENSER, YOU'D HAVE YOUR OWN GRAVITATIONAL PULL!"), and has created Dark Crystal userpics. (Including one of a rampaging Fizzgig.)After a bit of an unpleasant night, went out and did car things on Friday. The DMV was surprisingly non-painful. I showed up about fifteen minutes before they opened and got through the initial weed-out line in about ten minutes. (Would have gone faster except for the two people in front of me who couldn't quite comprehend that they needed to have a birth certificate with them in order to get a driver's license or ID card.) Filled out paperwork for change of address, wrote a check to the nice lady behind the counter, got my license place stickers. Fairly routine.
So, since things were going so well, I figured I'd try and get a new town sticker for Glyndwr while I was at it. In Blacksburg this was a fairly trivial process: as far as I can tell the entire town government is located in one building, so you just walk in there and say "I want a town sticker" and they take your money and give you a sticker.
The only government building in Christiansburg that I can actually locate is the courthouse, so I tried there first. A very helpful woman working in the clerk's office told me that where I needed to go was the county offices, and proceeded to give directions based on landmarks I didn't recognise:
Her: "It's on Roanoke Street."
Me: "Where?"
Her: "You know where Custard Corner is?"
Me: "No."
Her: "You know where Thompson Tire is?"
Me: "No."
Her: "Uh... you know were Wade's is?"
Me: "Um, sure."
Her: "Okay, directions."
Me: "Thanks, I think."
So I drove off looking for Wade's, which I vaguely remembered having seen on Franklin St. Conveniently, this is also the way home.
So that no one else makes the same mistake, I would like to inform you all that Food Lion != Wade's.
I cursed my faulty memory as I drove past Food Lion, and went on home. Explained to E what had happened.
Me: "So I have to find the Wade's in Christiansburg."
E: "There's a Wade's in Christiansburg?"
Me: "It's on Roanoke Street."
E: *pause* "There's a Roanoke Street in Christiansburg?"
Thus it was that we went cruisin' around downtown Christiansburg in the middle of the day trying to find Roanoke Street. Only took about half an hour, thanks to my mad road-finding skillz. I went into the county offices and located the office that sells car stickers.
Me: "I need to get a sticker for my car."
Lady behind the counter: "Do you live here?"
Me: "Well, yeah, otherwise I wouldn't need a sticker."
LBTC: "You're not showing up in our computer. Go talk to the people across the hall and get it straightened out with them, then come back and buy a sticker."
I wander across the hall and talk to a lady who looks remarkably like the last one.
Me: "I need to get a sticker for my car, but I'm not showing up in the computer across the hall."
LBTC: *checks computer* "That's because you live in Christiansburg."
Me: "Yes. That's why I'm here and not in Blacksburg."
LBTC: "This is the county office. You need the Christiansburg town office, which is over by the courthouse."
Argh. Back into the car, and back to driving around Christiansburg. Find the town office with a modicum of hassle. It's in a maze of temporary trailers, all alike. I navigate the scary maze of trailers and pay my twenty-four bucks and get a town of Christiansburg sticker for Glyndwr, which I should put on eventually since I went to all the trouble of acquiring the thing.
After that thrilling adventure we went and tromped about in Frog Pond Park. Got a couple of decent pictures. The white fungus that looked like seaweed didn't come out very well, sadly; too much white for my camera to handle. The fact that the creek cuts through bedrock makes the creekbed much fun to walk on, and also leads to some very cool waterfalls (pictures of which also didn't come out well).
Work, home, good conversations, sleep, wake up, make waffles. While making waffles I couldn't find the quarter-cup scoop, and was all "Who has EATEN the scoop?" until I realised that I don't actually need it for waffles, just for pancakes. Then I realised that inside my head I was starting to sound like Shauna, and stopped. (Favorite recent Shaunaness: "i forgot [my watch] after my shower today and was looking at my wrist for the time, and the time just wasn't there. now it is back in place, and while i am not looking at it, i am no longer like 'WRIST WHY DO YOU NOT KNOW?!'") Then I got to go acquire syrup from the Food Lion which is not Wade's, because we were out of syrup yet had forgotten this VITAL FACT until after the waffle batter was mixed.
My to-do list for today includes getting started on the second and final story for class (due Thursday at five), work some on the weekend class assignment (due Monday at some unspecified time but probably noon), and maybe do a bit on Shakespeare (due whenever, but preferably by the end of the month). Also figure out what my actual bill for fall semester is, since the one they sent me is I think about a thousand bucks short of what it ought to be. (Not like I'll be able to pay it on time in any event, since FinAid won't have gone through. Whatever.)
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Date: 2003-07-19 10:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-20 01:21 pm (UTC)/usr/bin/w00t kicks ass. So much ass I read them all, last night before leaving work.
Evil I tell you.
;]
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Date: 2003-07-21 06:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-26 12:16 am (UTC).. lucky you. seriously, i DO NOT KNOW why it is so easy for people to pick up my speech patterns/manners of expressing. i'm like a really communicable disease.
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Date: 2003-07-26 05:38 am (UTC)