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"This is a bitch of an unsatisfactory situation."
Jake Gyllenhaal's eyes--gaah, they're beautiful! Anyhow, yes I saw Brokeback Mountain last night, following an invitation for UUCQ members to join the KUF youth group at the cinema. The film was crushingly sad. There's not much more to say that hasn't already been said by the movie critics.
I actually spent some time being social on a Friday evening. In fact, more than one person invited me out on the same day. Remarkable.
The pet rat saga continues. I gathered the legal evidence and presented it to the manager. Long story short: she strongly objects to rodents in the building but she acknowledges that according to the law she can't prevent me from having them.
She freaked out at me at first--emotional blackmail, implying that I was stabbing them in the back after they'd been so nice to me before, that I'm a hypocrite for accepting their offer to keep my bike in my apartment rather than in the underground parking as the rules officially dictate--but I managed to stay calm, sympathetic and reassuring enough that she calmed down. She did grudgingly admit that, legally, they can't prevent me from keeping caged rodents. Nevertheless, nothing I said could alter her compulsion to take pre-emptive action against pet rodents rather than punish (as the law dictates) rodent owners after (and if) their pets have caused damage.
Since she had such strong feelings, I started to make plans for a graceful exit followed by the adoption of a cat. But, then she started saying things like, "Well, yes, I trusted that you of all people wouldn't sneak around," and "Yes, I'm sure you'd be careful and it probably wouldn't happen," and, most significantly, "But... just have them out of the apartment when potential tenants visit." Such comments seem almost like implicit permission...?
Originally, the manager's condition did seem pretty manageable. But the person from whom I am considering adopting has experienced various unfortunate events that mean she won't be able to offer temporary ratsitting at her house. We're working on finding someone else.
I actually spent some time being social on a Friday evening. In fact, more than one person invited me out on the same day. Remarkable.
The pet rat saga continues. I gathered the legal evidence and presented it to the manager. Long story short: she strongly objects to rodents in the building but she acknowledges that according to the law she can't prevent me from having them.
She freaked out at me at first--emotional blackmail, implying that I was stabbing them in the back after they'd been so nice to me before, that I'm a hypocrite for accepting their offer to keep my bike in my apartment rather than in the underground parking as the rules officially dictate--but I managed to stay calm, sympathetic and reassuring enough that she calmed down. She did grudgingly admit that, legally, they can't prevent me from keeping caged rodents. Nevertheless, nothing I said could alter her compulsion to take pre-emptive action against pet rodents rather than punish (as the law dictates) rodent owners after (and if) their pets have caused damage.
Since she had such strong feelings, I started to make plans for a graceful exit followed by the adoption of a cat. But, then she started saying things like, "Well, yes, I trusted that you of all people wouldn't sneak around," and "Yes, I'm sure you'd be careful and it probably wouldn't happen," and, most significantly, "But... just have them out of the apartment when potential tenants visit." Such comments seem almost like implicit permission...?
Originally, the manager's condition did seem pretty manageable. But the person from whom I am considering adopting has experienced various unfortunate events that mean she won't be able to offer temporary ratsitting at her house. We're working on finding someone else.
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ahh, vanity
Why, thank you (I think). It's not exactly a deliberate hairstyle so much as what my hair does naturally when I let it grow out. It changes daily depending on the weather; at times, it's ludicrously curly.
I rather liked the default photo because I look like I'm posing for a formal portrait or something, because it's neutral, and because it's the only photo where the size of my head isn't distorted. (All the other photos I took aside from those three turned out terribly.)
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I *just* noticed that you had placed me on your friends list. I'm observant, I swear. Oy. How go things? How be life?
New York trip - I highly recommend Avenue Q, of course, as well as walking the entire Museum Mile - the Metropolitan is great but so big that it's almost a shame to only have one day to go into it. The Guggenheim is wonderful, as well. And Daily Show tickets are a must, yes.
Pet rat saga - the last comments sound like implicit permission to me, yes, but I don't get the landlord's opposition to this. (Then again, I could see my landlords getting hiffy about something similar, but they're freaks of nature anyway.)
As for me, I'm doing really well out in Vancouver. Working my real-world job until my acting tour kicks in in July, and then we're not quite clear on the plans after that, though I'm considering my options.
Anyway, I need to run off to bed - working night shift sucks - but will talk to you again soon!
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Feel free to drop me a line through email (same as the MSN username) or any instant message program you may use.
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I just happened upon your profile a few days ago..You seem intriguing. I added you. It's no big deal if you don't add back :)
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Why, thank you. You seem intriguing as well.