Tempestuous Fury

An update on my life in Orlando:

1. Work is going well. I’m onto my fourth assignment in two months, and so now the tally is that I’ve basically worked four different types of jobs for the company in this time. Each time, the shift involves more responsiblity, in that if I screw up it costs more money to fix. I guess I must be doing well. And this is despite taking two tea breaks a day, browsing Slashdot at work, and reading comics there.

2. Damn if it don’t just work today. My router went stupid yesterday, but now works. Darn if I know what changed; I guess it just needed to cool off overnight.

3. I have an online commodity futures brokerage account now, with a broker who has the geekiest laugh I have ever heard in my entire life, including movies. He knows what Linux is, and is rather proud that his company supports it, to the extent of using it as their primary OS on their servers. He’s extremely helpful and seems to be a cool guy. I’ll start investing in the next few days probably.

4. The insurance search is done! I now have new car insurance as well as health. Thank goodness… It certainly took long enough. I had an issue with the car insurance over the ‘Net, involving a dispute now from Wachovia over a charge to follow a cancellation. The company couldn’t keep its price straight between initial quote and final price… Very awkward.

And so life goes on. I wonder how fast I can increase my net worth… It’s not like there’s much else happening…

Tonight we burned up some old sappy love letters from one of my roomie’s past divorced wives. She took his second house from him in the divorce and turned his finances upside down, all to go with a loser who worked only a couple days a week and roomed with more than 5 different people in a cramped apartment. I lit the fire in typical pyro style, singeing hair on my right hand up to the wrist. What we’d done was put the letters in a really old plastic lunchbag in terrible shape, and then poured napthalene on it. Then my roomies didn’t really want to light it with just a Bic, because all we had was a couple of those and you’d have to reach your hand into the lunch bag to light off some paper and plastic soaked in napthalene. Not the brightest idea if you aren’t familiar enough with what will happen and how intense it might be. Thus I established my bona fides as a pyro by lighting that mess with my Bic: A quick flick to get a flame, then a hyperfast dip with the flame into the lunch bag. You start getting your hand out immediately after you hear the whoosh. It must have been quite a sight, with my hand in a big damn fireball coming out of a plastic soft lunch bag. And thus we had a little fire. The guys clinked beers and drank, and I clinked their beers with the can of napthalene. (No, I didn’t drink the lighter fluid. You’re a sick bastard for even thinking that) And life was good till the mosquitos came out.

And I’ll see Pug this weekend! He’s passing through Orlando on the way back to Gainesville. Then, I’ll visit home, because it’s been awhile. Hi to Pug! Can’t wait to see you again!