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Who needs to talk?

Sometimes having a blog eliminates the need to have an actual conversation.

andrea: Hey! What are you doing?
me: I’m at my parents place doing my laundry cause…
andrea: … Yea, your washer and dryer are toasted right?
me: Yea! How’d you know?
andrea: Dood, I read your blog man!

me: Hey man, What you up to?
archie: Oh nuthing, just heading off to a meeting. What are you doing?
me: I’m at my parents place doing my laundry cause…
archie: … Oh yea, your washer and dryer aren’t working huh?
me: Yea, thats right. How’d you know?
archie: Man! Your blog!

colene: So … Did you kill the rat yet?
me: Huh? What rat?
colene: You know, that rat in your house. Was it big?
me: Uumm no, I layed out some rat traps under the sink.
colene: Oh that’s crazy.
me: Yea I know. So how’d you know about the rat?
colene: Your blog!

It’s scary. It really it is.

2:43 pm 0 Comments

Rats!

So what does Ritchie do on a typical friday night by himself in his new house?

Well, for starters, how about getting rid of that rat that managed to infiltrate the trashbin under my sink. Which is, incidentally, also the place where my mom put the grass seeds for replanting the lawn. Read: grass seeds spilled all over the kitchen floor. I’m not particularly excited into killing furry disease infested animals with metal traps because I will most likely be the one to clean it up. I’m partial to the simple idea of asking them to leave and them walking out the backdoor. apologies exchanged and leave it at that but it doesn’t quite work that way.

So tonight, I will attempt to remove the tiny rat from my premises. There are a few ways I’m planning on approaching this. One is to clean out the trash and hope to god that his furry little ass has moved itself on to bigger and better things. Particularly, the other houses in the neighborhood. Two is to use all my discarded lighters and create a makeshift blowtorch to implement plan:death from above or gas poisoning. Well, maybe the first option rather than the second. Any suggestions?

2:38 pm 0 Comments

my poor clothes.

My washer and dryer are both broken. The ghetto fabulousness of east vancouver has silently crept up on me. My washer seems too leak water when faced with a full load. So it’s only half loads until I (somehow) fix the problem. My dryer seems to function like a normal dryer except for the super-extra loud whirrrring and the simple fact that it doesn’t seem dry clothes.

So what are my options? well, I only have one: hanging my laundry out to dry. Something I haven’t done since 1990 back in the motherland. I’m sure my neighbors will get a good laugh from my Simpsons boxer shorts and my “I’m blogging this” t-shirt hanging out in the patio to dry. That is, of course, they know what blogging even is.

9:25 am 0 Comments