A bunch of books and cash...

I unpacked a bunch of books today! There were a few in there that I had picked up a while back and haven't had a chance to read, so it was nice to re-discover them again in with the rest of the flotsam from my other apartment.

Speaking of the other apartment... When we first gave notice a month and a half ago, our rental manager, Crystal, indicated that we shouldn't expect to get our whole deposit back. Not wanting to scare her, I didn't verbalize this over the phone, but looking at how abused the carpets were in that place, I was more than a bit afraid they might not return any of it. A rug-doctor, two bottles of carpet shampoo, a whole lot of elbow grease an entire bottle of stain remover and a can of paint later, I met with Crystal for the final walk through.

She was pretty impressed with my paint job and said the carpets looked pretty good too. There were still a few hard-core grease stains in the living room from when we came in after changing out something or other on my roommates jeep, but she said she thought we could probably get them out if we used stain remover. She had a short list of other stuff that she wanted done too, and said she'd give us back the entire deposit if we did them, or she'd hold back $50 and have them done by her company. I paused for half a second weighing fifty bucks against scrubbing Kenny's tub and tried not to snicker at the thought of a whole bottle we'd already used on those stains, then grinned really big and told her to keep the cash. The horrified look on her face was priceless, apparently she didn't want to scrub out his tub any more than he or I did. I tried not to whistle as I finished signing the walk through paperwork, but man dd it feel good to only have one house to worry about.

Need to blog

The reason I haven't been blogging in forever is because I've been sidetracked by facebook. The one thing it doesn't have though, that I really like is a good place to blog so I figure I'll start using this one again and just link to it on my facebook.


Consider yourselves forewarned...

-Ace

I saw this at a museum the other day.

When I say that I was covered in drywall dust, what you need to understand is that it seriously looked like I had just finished wrestling a mountain lion in a vat of powdered sugar. On the up side of the equation I am now fairly adept at using a roto-zip to retrofit replacement pieces of drywall onto an existing ceiling.

I've been helping a friend work on his house, and today's project was taking down part of the bathroom ceiling that had a bit of mold. (Yes, we fixed the leak first). He began earlier in the day, by the time I got there the entire room is covered with blown insulation and little odd shaped chunks of drywall where he just got in their with a pry bar and took care of business. Two hours, three huge bags of trash and one light bulb later, I decided to call it a night and headed home to scrub the dust off.

I got to go to the Oklahoma Museum of Art on Saturday!

At first I almost didn't go because I was only going to have three hours to peruse through it, but I decided to anyway figuring I could always go back if I didn't get through it. As it turns out the museum is a bit smaller than I would have thought, added to that they have a whole section shut down for a new exhibit their installing on the Harlem Renaissance. I'm glad I did go, three hours was more than enough time to get in, take a gander, and grab a coffee. Altogether I'd say I was struck at how much work appeared to go into most of the works. I say most because some of the abstract works (I'm not even sure that's how they were titled) seemed to have been phoned in. I'm sure they are important for some reason or another, but when I compare Don Eddy's "Private Parking V" to something done by Sam Francis I can't help but feel confused that people can even take Francis seriously as an artist. I guess what it boils down to is that I think I need to do a bit more research on some of the schools of art that they have represented at the Museum and then go back for a second look because there's obviously something there that I'm not seeing.

My friend's son made this video.
It's a bit hard to see, but if you look at the bottom of the bottle he's drawn a set of eyes. With the motion of the car it looks like the bottle is singing along to the music.

So I took over the coffee bar yesterday and have big plans for it.
First on the list is a slight change in the sign showing prices.

Put up or Push up

Publish Post

Nobody Drinks for free...

Put up - $.50

Push up - 25