It's worse than it looks. My estimate from the body shop came back for $3,427.96. We won't have to end up paying as much as we feared due to Progressive's/Delaware's requirement that I carry uninsured motorists coverage. So we'll have to shell out $250 instead of $500. Still a chunk of change, but not as extreme. Oh, and this nifty coverage also provides a rental car at no expense to holaolah so I'm stoked to be cruising the tri-state area in a black Nissan Sentra. The only exciting thing about this is that I noticed a line-in jack for the stereo so I can't wait to plug the ipod in and hear it in the car via something clearer than an itrip transmitter.
Some nice jacque arse decided to perform a hit and run on our vehicle last night while we were dreaming away the snowy evening. I didn't learn of it until I returned home from helping Janell re-install her lab in the sculpture building. She moved it there so she can shoot some pictures of it and make slides so as to enter it in a few shows. I was digging out when my neighbor Roger, who's bumper I inadvertently crushed, told me the news.
Progressive is on it and so I guess I know what I'm doing tomorrow. Good thing we have exactly enough to cover the deductible in our ING account that we were squirreling away for a home down-payment. Looks like it's back to square one on that Olah family investment initiative.
UPDATE: There's a new episode of The Ricky Gervais Show up. That will help ease the tension here at Casa De Hola. If you've yet to listen to the show you really don't know what you're missing. But then, if you don't know that you're missing something, how can you know you're missing it? Wow, I'm starting to sound like Karl Pilkington.
Light micro-news catchup... Janell is finished with her studio work for a while and she's catching up on her downtime. Right now she's busy trolling the web for new hairstyle ideas for both of us. I'm ready to clean up my act and she's considering bangs. We're so vain, you probably think this blog is about us, don't you? Don't you? DON'T YOU? (insert guitar solo)
If you recently clicked the "my wishlist" that used to be in the upper left column and looked at it and thought I had really stupid and lame-ass taste in cultural product, you're right. I found the error of my ways while walking Father John through the process of fulfilling my Christmas wishes. I told him what to click and then he said, "Oh, OK, I see it. You want "March of the Penguins," a Madonna CD, and a Barbie camera." I had the wrong link inserted in that little rigged up notes link that I made. ( I think that's why Ben left me this comment, he sensed that I really must be cooler than all that. He was probably so shaken by my dissonance that he then developed the app he told me about. I am glad my failure inspires others to action and application development.) I then pointed him to the real list and now he's going ballistic with all that good gift buying glee. Perhaps if he gets me that autoharp I'll compose an ode to his generosity. If you get it for me I will afford you the same tribute. Seriously. I'll write a whole folk-rock opera for whoever buys me an autoharp for Christmas. I will also record those tunes and post them here for your auditory stimulation. You can then forward them to your friends, indicating to them what a benevolent and generous mofo you are. If I become famous because of this, I will not give you the trappings of my fame. I will give you props and say that you believed in me when and tout you among the great people in my life who have give me that leg up when I was feeling most lamed (Kyle, Louise, Crain, Donnybroook, Susan, Janell, Joel, SuperPowers, etc.). My hit single would be all about how you blew an i-pod sized chunk of change on helping me folk rock out. What it would do is this: force me to learn how to play something, learn how to use Garage Band (since I owe you a folk rock opera) and get better at singing. It would build accountability and all of the internets (GW - how ya been?) would beat my bottom if I failed to deliver. Boy, now I am committed.
Just a lazy kinda day around the apartment. Janell was in her studio so I did some dishes, cookie cleanup, grocery shopping, floor cleaning, podcast listening, site pimpin', christmas listin' (check out my Amazon Wishlist that I can't figure out how to link here), photo posting, and checkbook managin'. I overslept and missed church. This was due to a late night viewing of The Royal Tennenbaums. There are just as many spiritual lessons in the film so it all came out in the wash. The photo illustrating this post came with a save the date e-mail for Cindy and Dan's wedding. Please note the title of the photo when you hover over it.
In case you didn't know, Dan and Cindy are getting married! If you read their little love story, you'll see that I also assist in the forging of the legend of their love. This isn't all about me, even though it is. It's always good to see two good kids get hitched and set out on their own to do the best they can in the heartland (NYC) because I told them to and insisted that marriage is the best thing for people of their condition and general mental disposition. I give the best advice. Bless ya'll, I'm a believer in your love, lechiem (all over your floor)!
If you remember last Sunday, I came out to find my sideview mirror was gone. I decided to do a little research to see how much cash I could save. My local Honda dealer wanted about $220 bucks when it was all said and done. About $70 of that would've been for a half hour of labor. I was sure I could do better. I found the new mirror at Hondapartsdeals.com for $118 with shipping. They've got brand new parts at great prices (hence the name). They even have installation instructions on the site as well. This is not a paid endorsement for the goodfellas at the site, it just makes me feel like a winner when I can buck the system a bit. With the help of a socket wrench everything was back to normal after about 10 minutes of labor. I folded the mirror in this evening before heading into the apartment because I had to park out on the street. If I go out tomorrow to find it's happened all over again I'll know who to call.