The long, hard road to Bairstow

So, as the Leb noted earlier, we are moving in this week. Huzzah! Roadblocks we have encountered thus far:

Internet: Apparently there was some massive fraud at good ol' 415-5 in the past, so much so that Rogers out-and-out REFUSED to set us up for the Interweb until they ran a full credit check on me. I thought to have one of the other guys do it but reconsidered since between the two of them they've downloaded 2/3s of the Interweb illegally already. I also got made fun of by Corinne, the CSR who I called to get this straightened out, because the boys insisted we go with the more expensive EXTREME Hi-Speed Internet rather than the Express version, which is exactly 1 MBPS slower for $7.00 less monthly and she thought it was silly to pay more for that little. Forget you, Corinne, I will sleep better knowing that, despite me losing $2.33 a month, my connection to the internet is EXTREME like Paul Heyman (wikipedia.org will help you there, friends).

Gas: Tell me if this seems weird to anyone else. Tenant leaves house. Next tenants are moving in immediately. Union Gas cannot just come and check the meter for the last billing, oh no; they must also turn OFF the gas, so that we have to schedule an appointment three days later for them to come back and turn ON the gas, therfore leaving us (well, Luke) without hot water and heat for three days. Thankfully it's only three days as initially it was going to be a week. While it would have been undeniably cool to live like hobos in the church for a week (I would have loved to see Paul Atkinson find us in his office with a barrel-fire), maybe we're better off this way.

Electricity: Luke is taking care of this, which means it's going fine. Unless, of course, it's not? I don't know.

My stuff: OK, I have a lot of stuff. a LOT. I spent the better portion of this week going through hundreds of old CDs that I haven't listened to in forever, cherry-picking the two or three songs I like so I can throw out the ones I don't want. Unless, of course, there's someone out there who wants their very own copy of Running Season by Flashlight Brown? or perhaps the X-Treme Tracks compilation that I was so hot for in 1993, featuring Toad The Wet Sprocket and Ned's Atomic Dustbin? I think I may set up a box in our front hall full of these CDs that says you MUST take one if you stay more than 15 minutes.

Enough for now. Anyone who can help me move on Sunday, that would make my life a lot easier. See you soon!


Lord Kerrance