I’m filling out the music library this afternoon with a few gems: Ozzy’s Crazy Train, G & R’s It’s so Easy, and ZZ Top’s Cheap Sunglasses. Ahh, bringing back the old days.

I put up some pictures of our trip to my folks’ house this morning: Enjoy.

(Nervously eyeing the latest reports on unemployment and economic news) The house update is that we’re on track for a late August closing date, barring any bizarre finds in the inspections. Hopefully each house will pass muster.

Science project of the week: I’m rebuilding a 3Com SuperStack II, which I found laying in the garbage here at work. Unable to pass up a choice bit of technology, I fished it out and pulled it apart to find two fried cooler fans. A quick stop at a cooling fan site, $10.40 later, and I should have two identical fans by Friday.

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I’m happy to answer the door, even when I don’t know who you are. I’m happy to come outside and move my truck, because it’s in front of your house, and you want to bring in a dumpster to begin gutting it. I’m happy to make small talk with you. I’m happy to tell you that I’ve just gone to contract on my house.

I’m not happy when you ask me how much I sold my house for, when you’ve never once said hello to me in the three years you’ve lived on the block, and you don’t know what my name is, and you don’t bother to ask. It’s none of your business. Read it in the fucking paper.