Sunday, February 26, 2006

Score!

So many of you know of my desire to build a kegerator. Yesterday I came one step closer to achieving that goal. Forrest forwarded me a freecycle add for a free freezer, knowing that I was in the market for one. I called the guy on Thursday, and we set up a meeting for Sunday.

On Friday, he called me up, saying that his dad had some old kegerator stuff and asked if I was interested in taking it. I said I was. Suddenly, the deal was sweetened.

My parents were down for the weekend, so they went up to Atascadero with me to help me load the freezer. Unfortunately, the guy called me while I was driving up, telling me that the shelves were part of the refrigeration system and were therefore not removable. So I couldn't use the freezer. But I still took his CO2 tanks (including a regulator) and a very old tap. I don't know if the tap will work, but I'm pretty sure the tanks will. Just quickly checking google, it looks like tanks start at $50. Regulators cost about $40. Now if I can just find a freezer...

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Blogger Luke said...

can you explain to the ignorant what exactly a kegorator is?

2/28/2006 10:11 AM  
Blogger Forrest said...

keg + refrigerator = kegerator. A refrigerator with a keg inside and a tap on the door. Essential for the beerophile.

2/28/2006 12:02 PM  
Blogger Luke said...

lol. beerophile. I love it.

3/01/2006 11:22 AM  
Blogger Luke said...

I demand more cosmo updates!

3/06/2006 2:43 PM  
Blogger Aaron *@ said...

You'll get one as soon as I'm not so busy that I'm praying for the quick release of death.

3/06/2006 8:55 PM  

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Saturday, February 25, 2006

I Love Being Blown Off - Part 5

Some of you may remember my previous dealings with the grossly incompetent apartment complex in which I live. Long story short, they have a habitual problem with keeping their posted hours at the Mustang II office. I have complained to them several times, including a time when Jerry, Forrest, and I went down there and bitched at them for a half hour. Every time, it was the same shit: we're trying to get more people, it's hard, we're going to do better. Today, my parents were helping me do laundry (though perhaps that's not fair. It's more fair to say that they did it. I appreciate it). Anyways, the office wasn't open at 1:00, like the door said it was supposed to be.

Now I'm pretty sure everyone who reads this blog knows my dad. Much of who I am can be attributed to him. As I've grown older, I think I've found that I've become even more like him (though I should add that he doesn't drink nearly as much as I do, so don't go thinking I got that from him). He doesn't like incompetence any more than I do, though he seems to be slightly more willing to state his displeasure in an unabrasive manner than I am. However, in the face of gross incompetence, he is perfectly willing and able to chew someone out.

After calling the Mustang I office and being told that someone would be at the office shortly and that he should come over to the Mustang I office to put money on the laundry card. After telling them that he shouldn't have to go over there, he and I decided to go over there to complain...again. This would be I think the fifth time I've complained to them about about this particular problem. This would be the first time he complained to someone in charge.

So we go over to the office. After telling people waiting in line to sign leases that they're making a mistake, he asks to speak to the person in charge about their apparent staffing problem. So we speak to someone, a completely different person than I've ever talked to before. She's apparently in charge of staffing (Which makes me again have no idea just who's in charge down there). We proceed to complain...again, and they proceed to give us the run-around...again. She says they've put job listings in the papers. That's funny; they have several hundred students (possibly close to or exceeding 1000) living in their complex. That's several hundred to a thousand low-income tenants who want a do-nothing job. A thousand potential employees who would have an easy and fast commute to work. How many fliers around the complex have I seen telling people to apply for a front desk position? None. Zip. Zero. I'm tempted to find this job listing and post it around public areas myself.

She then tells us that she may have to close this office because she can't staff it. We tell her this is unacceptable, that we were never told this was a satellite office opened for the convenience of the Mustang II tenants. We were told this was the Mustang II office.

My dad eventually tells here we're getting nowhere and asked for the number for the corporate office. She gives him an email address, tells us the guy whose email address she gave was well aware of the situation and we go. On the way out the door, we again tell people they're making a mistake by signing the lease.

I'm convinced now more than ever that I'm dealing with a corrupt bureaucracy. One who only wants to maintain the status quo and get their rent check without doing any actual work. And because I'm a tenant, I have no rights or recourse to make them actually do something. All I can do is keep complaining until they're sick of me. And they have very thick skin. So, we'll complain to corporate, but since he's aware of the situation, he's probably part of the problem as well.

Only four more months.

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Blogger Luke said...

Did you sign a lease agreement? I would look through it and see what kind of services are spelled out there and bring it to them, showing the end of the deal they are not holding up if any at all.

2/27/2006 11:24 AM  
Blogger Aaron *@ said...

Leases are worthless. I've done this, numerous times. Every time I do, they weasel out of it with some random interpretation of the wording of the lease. The problem is that the terms used by the lease aren't defined anywhere. They expect you to have some definition of the terms used by the lease and think that's what the lease means. Then when you start quoting the lease, they nail you with some other definition for the terms used. So what I would recommend doing (and what I plan on doing for the next place I rent) is reading the lease carefully, underlining each word that could have multiple definitions. Ask for these words to be defined in writing. If they won't, define them yourself and have them sign off on it. Whether or not this will work I don't know, but I'm going to try next place I live.
That and leases are laughably one-sided. My lease doesn't even guarantee me a place to live. It just says I don't have to pay rent for the period of time they aren't providing me a place to live.
There's no "daily ass-fuck with a chainsaw" provision in my lease, but I'm sure that's something that will be added to the next lease revision.

2/27/2006 5:22 PM  

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Thursday, February 23, 2006

Word Cloud

I am admittedly slow when it comes to memes that make it around the Internet. Here's the latest. A company called SnapShirts will crawl a site of your choosing and create a word cloud of the most commonly used words on the site, then try to sell you a shirt with the word cloud on the front of it The popular thing seems to be running this on one's blog, so I have done the same.

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Blogger Luke said...

drink, drinking, drunk, beer. pretty accurate ;)

2/24/2006 8:56 AM  
Blogger Aaron *@ said...

Ha ha ha. Aren't you a goddamn comedian.
That was the first thing Jerry said too:(

2/24/2006 12:03 PM  
Blogger Arthaey said...

And I particularly like "god" right next to "goddamn." :)

2/25/2006 4:11 PM  

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Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Hugeness

I never realized how massive Mexico City was until Catherine pointed me to this photo gallery. All I can say is...wow. That is a shitload of houses. And a huge fucking market. And a lot of taxis.

That is all

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Blogger Luke said...

holy crap...its like a nice, clean, more compact LA

2/08/2006 11:37 AM  

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Friday, February 03, 2006

An Embarrassing Lunch

So I joined Kris for lunch yesterday, as I often do on Tuesdays and Thursdays. We decided to join four of the CS professors(Keen, Haungs, Smith, Clements) and Sysadmin Tom. No one was really talking too much when we all sat down, so of course Kris, epitome of social grace that he is, decided to break the ice by saying (paraphrased), So Professor Keen, I don't know if you've heard this, but Aaron took your final drunk.

As Kris was saying this, it was as if time had slowed down. I couldn't believe those words, arranged in the way he had arranged them, directed towards the person he directed them, were coming out of his mouth. I wasn't mad, but I was certainly astonishted. I would have liked to seen the looks on everyone's faces, but I was too busy burying my head in my arm. Questions were asked, statements make.

Did you pass? Got a few points under the class average.

That wasn't a good idea. I never claimed it was

Then there was this exchange between Professor Keen, Kris, and I.

Me:
I didn't want to take the final drunk.
Professor Keen:
Sure you did. No one held a gun to your head and forced you to drink
Me:
What I want to do and what I do consentually are not always the same thing
Kris:
Exactly. For example, right now, Aaron want to kill me.

Fortunately the conversation quickly turned from that, and I had an enjoyable lunch. Topics of conversation ranged from which burger joing in north SLO county has the best burgers to defining a drawing line between smut and legitimate artistic dance. Professor Clements argued that if one tips the dancer by stuffing dollar bills in her clothing, it's smutty. If not, it's legitimate artistic dance. A good dividing line, I think. I'm glad our professors are rounded enough to develop theories outside their area of expertise.

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Anonymous Will said...

So is Kris dead yet? ;-)

2/04/2006 7:32 AM  

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