You should reserve tickets by going to junglewomanofthejungle@yahoo.com. They are $15, but go up to $18 at the door. So reserve them!
There's also more info about the play times and stuff if you email them.
Friday, September 22, 2006
The Play's Almost Here
You should reserve tickets by going to junglewomanofthejungle@yahoo.com. They are $15, but go up to $18 at the door. So reserve them!
There's also more info about the play times and stuff if you email them.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Can I Get A Reacharound?
One of the things I love most about moving is that I end up without internet for months at a time.
Last year, I was unable to get my TimeWarner cable internet account switched over to my new apartment because it was not a real "apartment", forcing me to go with Verizon DSL.
Now I am trying to switch my Verizon DSL over to my new address, and they informed me it would take 3 weeks to switch everything over.
Why? Because they can.
Well, two weeks into my wait I get an email from Verizon informing me that "Verizon DSL may not be available in [my] area" and that "further testing is required". I am only 30 blocks from my previous apartment, but for some reason it's a big hassle. Naturally.
Oh, but they did say they were "sorry for the delay in processing [my] order".
So I applied online for TimeWarner Road Runner internet and was informed that "an order was already placed on 8/24/05" and that they could "not continue further with [my] request".
Huh?
I know I shouldn't be, but I am continually baffled by the incompetence of huge corporations. I'd complain more, but who'd listen? Certainly not Karla in customer service, whose temp agency woke her up at 10 am this morning offering this gig, that she only took because she got really trashed last night and blew, like, 200 hundred dollars on too many margaritas and stuff and she really needed that money for textbooks for that stupid Contemporary Media Issues course she signed up for only because Geoff was taking it, but, like, now they're totally broken up and it's too late to add/drop and God, the last thing she wants to do is listen to stupid people bitch about their internet problems, like, hello, do I look like I spend all day in front of a computer?
So it looks like I'll have to do some more hoop-jumping before I am "connected" again.
Last year, I was unable to get my TimeWarner cable internet account switched over to my new apartment because it was not a real "apartment", forcing me to go with Verizon DSL.
Now I am trying to switch my Verizon DSL over to my new address, and they informed me it would take 3 weeks to switch everything over.
Why? Because they can.
Well, two weeks into my wait I get an email from Verizon informing me that "Verizon DSL may not be available in [my] area" and that "further testing is required". I am only 30 blocks from my previous apartment, but for some reason it's a big hassle. Naturally.
Oh, but they did say they were "sorry for the delay in processing [my] order".
So I applied online for TimeWarner Road Runner internet and was informed that "an order was already placed on 8/24/05" and that they could "not continue further with [my] request".
Huh?
I know I shouldn't be, but I am continually baffled by the incompetence of huge corporations. I'd complain more, but who'd listen? Certainly not Karla in customer service, whose temp agency woke her up at 10 am this morning offering this gig, that she only took because she got really trashed last night and blew, like, 200 hundred dollars on too many margaritas and stuff and she really needed that money for textbooks for that stupid Contemporary Media Issues course she signed up for only because Geoff was taking it, but, like, now they're totally broken up and it's too late to add/drop and God, the last thing she wants to do is listen to stupid people bitch about their internet problems, like, hello, do I look like I spend all day in front of a computer?
So it looks like I'll have to do some more hoop-jumping before I am "connected" again.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
St. Alphonso's Pancake Breakfast
I'm behind the times, but I was checking out the MTV Video Music Awards from a few weeks ago and discovered that my friend Ken from college won the Best Editor award for editing the Gnarls Barkley video "Crazy". Long way from the days of getting stoned in the University of New Orleans television studio, trying to finish a video hours before it's due in class.
Ah, memories...
Ah, memories...
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
All I Want For 9/11 Is My Two Front Teeth
How many years do you think we'll have to wait until September 11th becomes a paid holiday?
The prevalence of 9/11 movies on TV and at the video store this year makes me wonder: will we get a new slate of movies each year, like all those Christmas movies? How many reinterpretations of those few hours can we get?
In an effort to be truly tasteless, I've compiled a list of possible titles for future cinematic 9/11 ruminations:
'Twas the Night Before 9/11
It's a Terrible Day
How the Grinch Stole 9/11
A 9/11 Carol
A 9/11 Story
National Lampoon's 9/11 Vacation
A Very Brady 9/11
Ernest Saves 9/11
Silent Morning, Deadly Morning
Bin Laden Is Coming To Town
Yes, Virginia, There Is A Bin Laden
The Year Without A Bin Laden
Bin Laden Conquers The Martians
The Muppets Take Al Qaeda
Just some food for thought, Hollywood.
The prevalence of 9/11 movies on TV and at the video store this year makes me wonder: will we get a new slate of movies each year, like all those Christmas movies? How many reinterpretations of those few hours can we get?
In an effort to be truly tasteless, I've compiled a list of possible titles for future cinematic 9/11 ruminations:
'Twas the Night Before 9/11
It's a Terrible Day
How the Grinch Stole 9/11
A 9/11 Carol
A 9/11 Story
National Lampoon's 9/11 Vacation
A Very Brady 9/11
Ernest Saves 9/11
Silent Morning, Deadly Morning
Bin Laden Is Coming To Town
Yes, Virginia, There Is A Bin Laden
The Year Without A Bin Laden
Bin Laden Conquers The Martians
The Muppets Take Al Qaeda
Just some food for thought, Hollywood.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
All Moved In
It's done.
I am finally completely moved into my new place, I got the deposit back from the old spot, and now I can spend my time unpacking and making my nest livable.
It took 12 hours and multiple trips with a UHaul van and a friend's car, but we did it.
Unfortunately I had to go straight to work afterwards, but I did take a shower before going and fell in love with something I had overlooked when scoping the place out originally.
Not only was the water pressure good and strong, and the water sufficiently hot, but I discovered that the shower/tub combo is quite large and the walls are the best part. No standard tile here. The side wall of the shower is exposed, treated brick! And the wall with the shower head is stone. How cool is that?
Granted the bathroom is pretty tiny. Not a lot of wiggle room when you get out of the shower. You're almost standing on the toilet.
But the tub/shower is so spacious when you're in it.
I really dig it.
Oh yeah and we have a fullsize kitchen finally. With more than enough counter space. A big complaint with the previous hovel.
I am finally completely moved into my new place, I got the deposit back from the old spot, and now I can spend my time unpacking and making my nest livable.
It took 12 hours and multiple trips with a UHaul van and a friend's car, but we did it.
Unfortunately I had to go straight to work afterwards, but I did take a shower before going and fell in love with something I had overlooked when scoping the place out originally.
Not only was the water pressure good and strong, and the water sufficiently hot, but I discovered that the shower/tub combo is quite large and the walls are the best part. No standard tile here. The side wall of the shower is exposed, treated brick! And the wall with the shower head is stone. How cool is that?
Granted the bathroom is pretty tiny. Not a lot of wiggle room when you get out of the shower. You're almost standing on the toilet.
But the tub/shower is so spacious when you're in it.
I really dig it.
Oh yeah and we have a fullsize kitchen finally. With more than enough counter space. A big complaint with the previous hovel.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Movin' Out
We signed a lease for our new apartment last week. The second floor of a well-lighted brownstone in Sunset Park. Gonna start hauling things over there this Wednesday. By Friday, I will say goodbye to this sodden hell-hole.
So let's look back on some of the good times that were had here:
1. Signing the lease one year ago and realizing that this was not an apartment after all. Due to housing laws, this basement cannot legally be rented as living quarters. Therefore it was rented to us under the guise of a "storage space". The ensuing problems we encountered throughout our stay were par for the course, I guess. We should've known better.
2. Waking up on the second morning of my stay in this place to discover that it was slowly filling with water. Most likely the sewer backed up and decided to flood our little abode.
3. Tearing up all the carpeting as a result of the flooding. At one point we had to move my bookcase aside to get the carpet from under it. I began taking the books out to make it easier to move. The landlord said, "No, just lift" and as he did the cheap pre-fab bookcase fell apart and my books tumbled into the remaining water from the flood.
4. Due to this place not being a legally recognized apartment, Time Warner would not transfer my account and hook up my cable internet. They wanted to send out someone from the Housing Authority to survey the place and determine if it was indeed an apartment. I cancelled my account and went with Verizon DSL, which took almost 3 months to install.
5. Sometime around mid-October we discover there is no hot water in the shower. We continually complain to the landlord, who finally gets around to fixing the water heater in March. 6 months of cold showers in the dead of winter. Awesome.
6. One day I try to leave the apartment and discover that I cannot open the door from inside. After about an hour, I am able to open the door and leave. A week later i come home from work and find my brother laying on the futon. He tells me he has been trapped in the apartment all day and finally just decided to call in sick to work and watch TV until I got home. We duct tape the door jamb and use the deadbolt to keep the door closed for the remainder of our stay.
7. As a Christmas present, the apartment floods again the morning of the 24th as I am leaving for Philadelphia.
8. We discover a hole in the wall next to the front door one day. We plug it with tinfoil and ignore it. A week later a friend of my brother is visiting and as we sit around talking the tinfoil pops out of the wall and a giant wire starts moving into the apartment. Steve's friend screams and runs away from the door. We later find out that the landlord is installing a call box so people can call from the front door.
9. Since the call box was installed, the landlord's children continually ring our doorbell. At least three or four times a week. I usually just press the talk button and calmly announce, "I'm gonna kill you all."
10. Sometimes the toilet handle sticks and the toilet keps running. If this happens at 3 or 4 in the morning, the landlord will continually ring our doorbell and say, "Jiggle the handle Steve! Dave! Jiggle the handle!"
11. Being a basement there is always some water that seeps up from the ground. I will often forget this and leave some books or Cds in a pile in the corner and when I pick them up a week later, they are mildewy. Again, awesome!
12. There were a few weeks last autumn when it rained alot. One night as the torrents came down I heard a dripping sound. I woke up and discovered that part of the ceiling had torn away. Chunks of plaster and drywall were dripping off and a steady stream of water was pouring onto the floor. I put a trashcan under to catch it, went upstairs to tell the landlord, then went back to sleep. Two weeks later he fixed the hole in the ceiling.
13. A strange smell starts eminating from the laundry room next to our apartment. Since we are not allowed to use the laundry room, I've never been in there. days pass and it smells more and more like death. I am convinced there is a dead rat somewhere. One night, as I am leaving for work I ask my brother if he's noticed the smell. We open our door and start hearing a cat mewling. I open the laundry room door and there is a kitten scratching at the door and the strong whiff of uncleaned cat litter. I shake my head and go to work. The next day there is no more cat sounds from the laundry room. But that night the landlord cooks up a lovely-smelling curried "lamb"...
Jeez, I could go on, but you get the idea.
One more week...
So let's look back on some of the good times that were had here:
1. Signing the lease one year ago and realizing that this was not an apartment after all. Due to housing laws, this basement cannot legally be rented as living quarters. Therefore it was rented to us under the guise of a "storage space". The ensuing problems we encountered throughout our stay were par for the course, I guess. We should've known better.
2. Waking up on the second morning of my stay in this place to discover that it was slowly filling with water. Most likely the sewer backed up and decided to flood our little abode.
3. Tearing up all the carpeting as a result of the flooding. At one point we had to move my bookcase aside to get the carpet from under it. I began taking the books out to make it easier to move. The landlord said, "No, just lift" and as he did the cheap pre-fab bookcase fell apart and my books tumbled into the remaining water from the flood.
4. Due to this place not being a legally recognized apartment, Time Warner would not transfer my account and hook up my cable internet. They wanted to send out someone from the Housing Authority to survey the place and determine if it was indeed an apartment. I cancelled my account and went with Verizon DSL, which took almost 3 months to install.
5. Sometime around mid-October we discover there is no hot water in the shower. We continually complain to the landlord, who finally gets around to fixing the water heater in March. 6 months of cold showers in the dead of winter. Awesome.
6. One day I try to leave the apartment and discover that I cannot open the door from inside. After about an hour, I am able to open the door and leave. A week later i come home from work and find my brother laying on the futon. He tells me he has been trapped in the apartment all day and finally just decided to call in sick to work and watch TV until I got home. We duct tape the door jamb and use the deadbolt to keep the door closed for the remainder of our stay.
7. As a Christmas present, the apartment floods again the morning of the 24th as I am leaving for Philadelphia.
8. We discover a hole in the wall next to the front door one day. We plug it with tinfoil and ignore it. A week later a friend of my brother is visiting and as we sit around talking the tinfoil pops out of the wall and a giant wire starts moving into the apartment. Steve's friend screams and runs away from the door. We later find out that the landlord is installing a call box so people can call from the front door.
9. Since the call box was installed, the landlord's children continually ring our doorbell. At least three or four times a week. I usually just press the talk button and calmly announce, "I'm gonna kill you all."
10. Sometimes the toilet handle sticks and the toilet keps running. If this happens at 3 or 4 in the morning, the landlord will continually ring our doorbell and say, "Jiggle the handle Steve! Dave! Jiggle the handle!"
11. Being a basement there is always some water that seeps up from the ground. I will often forget this and leave some books or Cds in a pile in the corner and when I pick them up a week later, they are mildewy. Again, awesome!
12. There were a few weeks last autumn when it rained alot. One night as the torrents came down I heard a dripping sound. I woke up and discovered that part of the ceiling had torn away. Chunks of plaster and drywall were dripping off and a steady stream of water was pouring onto the floor. I put a trashcan under to catch it, went upstairs to tell the landlord, then went back to sleep. Two weeks later he fixed the hole in the ceiling.
13. A strange smell starts eminating from the laundry room next to our apartment. Since we are not allowed to use the laundry room, I've never been in there. days pass and it smells more and more like death. I am convinced there is a dead rat somewhere. One night, as I am leaving for work I ask my brother if he's noticed the smell. We open our door and start hearing a cat mewling. I open the laundry room door and there is a kitten scratching at the door and the strong whiff of uncleaned cat litter. I shake my head and go to work. The next day there is no more cat sounds from the laundry room. But that night the landlord cooks up a lovely-smelling curried "lamb"...
Jeez, I could go on, but you get the idea.
One more week...
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
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