Hello Vox Neighbors,
I have a request. As many of you are quite socially conscious and have hearts for the brokenhearted, I was hoping you might know how I can get my hands on a copy of the documentary Call + Response.
Hello Vox Neighbors,
I have a request. As many of you are quite socially conscious and have hearts for the brokenhearted, I was hoping you might know how I can get my hands on a copy of the documentary Call + Response.
Dear Pimples,
I am 25 years old, one month, and 14 days old today. I officially exited puberty in the middle of high school, when your only purpose was to make sure that girls I liked wouldn't come near me, except to check their reflection in my forehead. While your only gesture of generosity was letting me pop you from time-to-time, you were mostly the bane of my existence. What? Who needs self-confidence?
In any case, I am now 25. I am engaged to be married, so of course I don't really need to impress girls, but that begs the question: Why are you here? You have nothing to ruin for me anymore. You mostly just tick me off because, as I said, I am 25. Let's just shake hands and you can go bother some other poor preteen just entering puberty somewhere else. Deal?
With sincerity,
Chris
Now that I'm buying a house, I'm looking at all the things you can do to a home that you own unlike when you rent. Most of the things won't happen for a long time, if at all. Removing the tile floor and replacing it with hardwood, for example. One thing that is high on the list is updating many things in the house. The appliances and many of the fixtures are original to the house being built in 1989. The ceiling fans are high on the list. I was perusing Lowes.com (must hate Home Depot) and found this interesting model, below. Part of me thinks its very cool and simple, but another part of me thinks I'll hate it in three years. What do you think?
If you've been dying to know where I've been the past week, I apologize and want to let you know that I am not that important. However, there have been some fun developments that I don't mind sharing.
And the Oakland Raiders have to be the biggest bunch of morons. Seriously, guys.
Things that I am not enjoying, per se:
Things that I am enjoying, thank you very much:
Today has already been a great day, and it's only just after 4:00 in the pm. Here's a quick rundown of my day as of yet:
It is beautiful. Pictures will come shortly. This one just appeared as Alicia and I were looking at another dump of a home. My realtor knew that realtor and it just kinda clicked and we fell in love with it.
Once again, I, Christopher Loyd Ashley, have purchased a home. Ho. Ly. Crap.
Here is the only picture as of yet, the front of the home:
I am enjoying this house-hunt quite a bit, despite the fact that I feel like I'm going to have an ulcer and I cannot sleep at night. My wonderful parents are accompanying me in the search and are asking and thinking of all the things that I could never think of because they have purchased a few more homes than I have. I had a conversation with my father about what is, for me, the number two reason for purchasing a home, behind the whole this-economy-is-making-owning-more-affordable-than-renting thing: the noise.
As I have mentioned many times before, I cannot stand sharing walls with neighbors. I hear everything, including conversations, televisions, babies, keys in keyholes, walking, etc. My dad brought up the thought that in a home there are still plenty of noises to be heard in neighborhoods, such as neighbors' barbecues, subwoofers, and dogs. I thought about that for a moment and chalked it up to damned if I do, damned if I don't. But I think there's more to it.
Where I live now, if I'm disturbed by noise (and I mean noise that I can't complain about, like people talking) I have little recourse because by trying to be considerate, I won't crank up the television or radio. At night I only use a fan for white noise. In a house, however, I can make quite a bit of noise inside my house without it disturbing my neighbors.
The second major point is that since graduation I have lived in one house and three apartments. The house's backyard bordered a major boulevard in town. One apartment was downtown and the other two are in the same complex. In the house, I never had any problems with the noise on the street, including the subwoofers and sirens. In the apartment downtown, I didn't mind the sirens and traffic noise, but hated that I could hear my neighbor's radio. In my apartment now, my only complaint is my neighbors whom I share a wall or floor/ceiling with. I don't mind the children playing softball or swimming outside. I don't mind the dogs in the poop-park outside.
So I think that for my sanity's sake, the house route is still a good one. This certainly turned out to be a longer post that I had anticipated. Sorry.
To cheer myself up, I decided to do a little Internet project. If you've never seen one, you find a random article on Wikipedia and that is your band name. You find a random quote on quotationpages.com and that is your album title. Lastly, you find a picture on Flickr from the last seven days and that's your album cover art. Combine in Photoshop and you have an album:

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