Thursday, August 04, 2005

This is what happens when you blog about moving

Originally uploaded by kfoz.
Actually, I don't think the people who broke into my old house read blogs. Or anything else for that matter.

This week, after having to rent a car during the move because my van overheated and died with me and the dogs trapped inside, I spent most of the week searching for lost paychecks, arguing with banks and trying to find the postman.

Today I went back to Mississippi to get the rest of my stuff and found that someone had broken in and ransacked the place. I'd left behind mostly papers and photos and photo negatives, along with some books, etc. Some of it was stacked, some boxed, some not. Nevermind. It was all gone through, the couch taken apart, the envelopes of photos and negatives strewn across the floor, etc.

So, in a year in Mississippi, the following things have happened to me:
1. My heart stopped working
2. My leg was slashed open on a post office door.
3. My hard drive crashed.
4. My computer conked out a second time after $1000 in repairs.
5. My car died.
6. My house was broken into and my personal items fingered by strangers.

And those are just the highlights.

Goodbye, Mississippi!!!

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Can someone talk some sense into my Tivo?

I'm still unpacking in New Orleans, trying to straighten out my multiple, mostly empty bank accounts, trying to pay for my car repairs after the van broke down on moving day, and dealing with the expense of a rental car to replace the dead hand-me-down-from-my-sister van. is the goddamn Tivo that is really driving crazy. I've never had it before and it seems possessed. It records the most inane shows--Leave it to Beaver, Bonanza, obscure Russian films--but refuses, mostly, to record any of the things I've programmed into it. And it keeps recording shows on Cinemax and Sundance--but I don't actually get those channels, so it records hours of black screen. It also changes the channels on its own, so that if I leave the house with my dogs watching All My Children, I return to see them watching some IFC film.

Is this the way its supposed to work? Is it another convenience that is actually an annoyance in disguise?

Sunday, July 31, 2005

Nate status: Dead Fucking Asshole

There was a moment during Six Feet Under tonight when I really thought I might vomit: Nate, his head bandaged from brain surgery, his right side paralyzed, gets a visit from Maggie, the Quaker he screwed before having a stroke/seizure, and the two them make flirty google eyes at each other and talk about how they have no regrets. I wanted to strangle them both.

Then his pregnant wife Brenda comes and promises that they can work through their problems together. "Not we," he says.

And then I knew for sure that he had to die, although I wish he'd been dead from the start of the episode. What I would have given for an extra hour of him dead and gone!

Meanwhile, the writers and directors tried to leaven the situation (why? it is a show about death, idiots) with a side story about Nate's mom in the woods with an old flame. They dragged out all of the now annoying schtick that she's gone through in all of her romances, to pad the episode out. Please, don't delay a death we've all been so happily waiting for!!!