To paraphrase the first Sheldon strip,

"I've bought me a BIKE."

$549 for the bike, $40 for s/h from Massachusetts, and because I ordered a commuter model during Bike to Work month, I'm getting fenders and a rear carrier thrown in for free. I foresee many screwdrivers in my future, yes. Also a trip to the credit union to get the $600 out before I write out my rent check, but that's not a problem. The credit union savings account would have been used to pay for a down payment on a car, so this is the same vein and a whole lot cheaper.

*does dance of geekish joy*

And before you ask- yes, I have a helmet. Now I just need a stepladder and a hook and possibly a drill.

Stolen from crispengray.

This actually almost makes sense.

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Feh. Since the voice post doesn't seem to be appearing...

Schadenfreude is the joy you feel seeing two cars double parked on the left, one on the right, and another further down on the left in such a fashion that several other cars including, in particular, an SUV cannot get through AT ALL.

Enriched by the joy of knowing that this isn't your problem any more.

Used the Zipcar, all went well, got stuff at IKEA. Still gotta paint the bookshelf but now I have the coffee table and there will be storage enough for my things and, well...

Anyone up for a party on Sunday, June 12th? It'll be a "camwyn Finally Got Off Her Ass And Bought Real, Adult Furniture And Organized The Apartment" party. Since I know a lot of those of you who live near me and read this are Jewish and observant, I'll get paper plates and we'll find somewhere to order from. There'll be movies or TV shows or whatever on DVD. It'll be fun. Lemme know if you're interested and live close enough.

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Another one for the When I Become Emperor list:

Spyware writers get all the bones in their hands broken and have to spend at least seven hours a day doing in-line skate patrols of any road, back road, street, sidewalk, highway, byway, or other thoroughfare of ANY KIND on which I decide I might one day travel, and they are NOT ALLOWED TO STOP until they have cleaned up EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF BROKEN GLASS and all the other loose detritus, plus they have to report on where the lumps, cracks, bumps, potholes, etc. are so I can pave the streets over and make them smooth and perfect again.

I hate spyware. It infected my mom's computer and I spent half an hour trying to walk her through Hijack This! on the phone, but must've missed something. I hate skating down the back streets of Hoboken to avoid being flattened by traffic.

Why not combine the two?