“The next time you wonder why they hate us, sit very still and listen for the screams, faint and distant, of the men entrusted to the morality of Dick Cheney and perhaps you will understand at least part of the answer.”

NO to Net Neutrality: Jeff Zucker is an AT&T puppet

• I never heard that line, “This is the 80s, and I’m down wit the ladies,” in “Funky Cold Medina” before. I love it! I’m going to start using that line to reply to questions I don’t know the answer to.
• Every time I see an “I ♥ My Wife” bumper sticker I assume the wife bought it for him and made him put it on his vehicle.

I booked the flights and hotel reservation for our “house hunting” trip to San Francisco this morning. We are going out for four days to beat the streets of the Bay Area looking for a place. We are looking for a home or apartment with at least a few square feet of grass in front or in back that accepts dogs. And is near public transportation. In a decent neighborhood. For under $2500 a month. Good times!

We are leaving on Thursday the 11th and coming back Monday the 15th. We are staying in Oakland and renting a car this time. Neither myself nor The Boyfriend has ever driven in that town. Should be eye-opening. We figure with a rental car we can check out more places for rent in less time. We are going to be on a freakin’ mission, checkbook in hand. And it will hurt to write a check for first month’s rent and last month’s rent and the deposit, plus extra for the pets. It will hurt like a motherfucker.

That said I’m super excited. Once we get this housing thing figured out the hard part is over. Unless you count the actual moving stuff as the hard part, in which case we’ve just begun. Me? I’d rather slave away all day loading boxes than be stressed about where we are going to live. Stress takes more of a toll on me than physical labor. Luckily, The Boyfriend and I have some awesome internet friends in the Bay Area who have made this entire exercise a hell of a lot easier, thanks to their advice. We were going to wait until the 3rd week of October for house hunting until they asked us if we had lost our damn minds. According to them, we’ll be lucky to find a non-flea bag place going as soon as we are. But, hey, thank God for the internet, huh? I don’t know how people tried to move across the country before cable modems and Craigslist.

Hopefully we’ll have some down time during our trip to buy a couple of drinks for these highly helpful individuals in the SF area. Without their help, we’d be pretty lost. So, thank you Bay Area internet friends. Pretty soon you won’t merely be internet friends anymore.

P.S. This picture? It’s the view from the lobby of my future place of employ. Incredible.