The Meat House & Quotable Roommates

Tony and I took a long walk around Troy today, and we found some of the most beautiful buildings I've seen in what seemed to be the well-cared for area. Makes me jealous, as we live in the duct-tape part of town. There was a single bedroom, three closet (yes, you read that correctly) apartment for $600/month. Third floor? I can barely keep my little corner of paradise cool, much less survivable, for half that. The only intriguing aspect? No dogs, but cats were not mentioned. Ponderousness for thought.

And speaking of works that just plain out sound weird, Tony has had some pretty hilarious quotes lately. If you can imagine these phrases in a ridiculous, Eastern European accent, then you're pretty well on your way to understanding what I have to deal with on a day-to-day basis.

"Taco is meat in food hammock!" No idea where this came from.
"Shish-kabob is stripper meat that fails!" Pretty sure he pulled this out of thin air, too.

Yesterday, Tony and I took a drive out to Clifton Park for Boneless Wing Thursdays at Buffalo Wild Wings. These trips have been tradition since undergrad, when we'd run down to Mason City and eat chicken and shoot digital moose! We felt like MANLY MEN! The three letter initials that you choose for yourself? Tony is LOL and my moniker is AFK. Go figure, I'm the one that always loses.

We played that moose hunting game again, and, no surprise, Tony got all the sites perfect and the bonus game with 96% accuracy. This is the game that I tend to play like I used to play Nintendo Duck Hunt: I'd put the gun RIGHT up to the screen and blam away, hoping to God that I hit something. And that snickering little dog? He still haunts me. But hey, after a while, I got good at scraping the gun across the little TV screen to the point where it really didn't matter WHERE I aimed it. I was a Summer Camp Winner.

Thank you, Camp Omega, for trying to teaching me that I don't have to try to gain anything. (That's just a little plug for the old summer vacation spot!)

Air Conditioners & Max Payne

So Tony and I have continued our tradition of his playing video games and my watching him. This time around, it was Max Payne 2 (we skipped the first one). It was pretty good, but I'm gonna interrupt this video game review to let you know that this air conditioner makes me very, very happy. Thank God for A/C units. I'm relatively sure that my internal temperature would have reached somewhere in the unhealthy region soon.

82 degrees inside is ridiculous, I don't care who you are. And Texans? You're just nuts. I would rather live inside a walk-in freezer than attempt to live in Texas without an A/C unit.

Overheating & Pidgeons

One of my greatest allies and deadliest enemies in Troy has been my computer. Access to the world, to friends and family, to job hunting, but also one of the hottest creations since the sun. The $25 fan in my window hasn't been turned off since we bought it. It's hellishly hot in the apartment, the only comfortable place is in the living room, within range of the one air-conditioner we already have.

We've got a few options, and going through them, the only viable one that we've somewhat decided on is getting a second air conditioner. Which is another $250. Ugh.

Back to the fan.

So this fan is a two-fan window-mounted dealie that can blow air in, suck it out, or do both, cycling the air. I've gone through all three settings and had settled on the cycling before, get this, a pigeon decided to SLAM into my fan, in protest! Like it was offending him or something!

TWICE.

So I had to flick feathers out of my fan and henceforth opted for the 'blow air OUT' feature, to prevent any more animals from trying to destroy my window fan. Which is apparently the ultimate evil and they must protest him.

I have Fan-thulu in my window!

I'm very tempted to get a small A/C unit for my window, but I'm afraid the avian wildlife around here will use that as an excuse to crap everywhere. I don't think I can win!

THE FACE OF THE ENEMY!