Well, the long string of dinner parties is over until Friday when Magnatrocia (who is going on my birthday ramble with me in September) and Karol, a couchsurfer from Poland who sent his summer working in Montana on some work/exchange thingee.
A couple of weeks ago Dan (my ex who is my IT guy) got an email wondering if I’d consider selling the sott.com domain name for $1,000. SOTT was the domain for the archives of Sign of the Times, A Chronicle of Decadence in the Atomic Age that I edited and published for 12 years in the 80’s and 90’s. Considering I haven’t made changes to the site in years, it’s more like a time capsule. I moved the site to a sub-domain of unclemarkie.com. If you are interested in seeing the archive, you will find it at http://sott.unclemarkie.com/
Of course now I need to make changes to the PayPal code for it to still work. Oh well, a grand is a grand, and combined with the grand owes me from a friend, and two paychecks from the shop (quarterly interest payment, and counter hours), it’s not going to be a bad month after all.
And then this came in:
On the left is my old house on Boylston in the Capital Hill neighborhood (the gay ghetto)…next to it on the lot that had a house about the same size as mine, that Greg and I had the chance to buy at the same time as the one we did buy is what is lovingly called a “tall and skinny”. Might have to go take a look for myself tomorrow.
WOW. I think it’s just Karmic Revenge for Alan, who bought my house, and is a total pain in the ass (or was).
Steak and salad for dinner.
And an amazing weight number this morning. Credit it to dehydration.
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