Home sweet headache

So this is the part where I decide if the events of the last 2 weeks are worth keeping a record of or not. The decision really isnt up to me at this point, but rather hinges on a precarious decision by someone I have never met. In the next 24 hrs, I will find out if the following words are the beginnings to the journal of our new home, or a disappointing waste of time. Here goes nothing...

At 11 am this morning I met with our real estate agent Mark, and a guy named Joe. Joe is a structural engineer, and we had him out to give our "dreamhome" a once over. He confirmed with me that the house we like is solid...old, but solid. He also confirmed that old saying, you snooze...you lose. The house, as Mark pointed out the day before yesterday, is under contract with another buyer. Had we listened to our hearts (not a smart business move) and not our fears, we would have bid on the house last week.
We stalled, and someone else came in with a bid.
Now the fun really begins. In order to get the house, we not only need a higher bid, unsecured by a bank as of yet...but a wing, 2 prayers...one arm, a leg and nerves of steel. Nerves of steel are not my forte'. Nerves of hard plastic, maybe. Steel I need help with.
Thats where Mark comes in. He knows this stuff, he's done this before. We decided we can't not have this house. As of 2pm today, we crunched numbers, signed papers, asked questions, crossed our fingers and set the wheels in motion.
The clock is ticking, and every time the phone rings I jump three feet.
It's out of my hands for the moment, and I'm hoping to write more about this adventure over the next few months. Let the games begin...

Cubs tix, hurry up and wait!

You know you have an addiction when the credit card company you used to feed it calls to ask if everything is ok. Starting at 9:30 am and continuing on through the night and early into this morning, Jill and I tag-teamed the "virtual waiting room" wait. Apparently the virtual waiting room is the online equivilant of getting a numbered wristband. SUpposedly this maddening wait-and-see game evens the playing field between common fans and the ticket hogs who snap up blocks of bazillions and re-sell them at a 900% mark up. What a load of crap. At the end of a long, boring, wait and see day, we finally ended up with tickets for a number of games, but not after a maddeningly jerky system booted us out over and over. Is it worth it?
C'mon now... Wrigley here we come!

Telefunny has it's own place on the web!

As some of you know, I enjoy cartooning as a hobby. I don't get paid for it in the traditional sense, for now giving other people a chUckle or two is payment enough.*
Now that I have a fancy schmancy scanner and some mad kwezzy web skillz, it only seemed right that the two converge to form "TELEFUNNY"... your one stop shop for all my cartooning rantings and ravings. It's just a teeny baby thing now but I hope to one day grow it into a large multi-national conglomerate worth billions pumping out crap merchandise for cheap and utilizing some of the finest skilled 8 yr old hands the government run sweatshops of Malaysia can produce.
KIDDING! Like I'd ever trust a Malaysian sweatshop. China, baby...all the way!
SEE HERE
So now for all the legal stuff I suppose. Ready?
TELEFUNNY IS A FREE WEBSITE DEVOTED TO POSTING ORIGIONAL ARTWORK DEPICTING WHATEVER THE ARTIST (THATS ME) DEEMS FUNNY. THE "TELE" OF TELE-FUNNY IS DERIVED FROM THE WORD TELEPHONE, WHICH IS LATIN FOR "TELEPHONY", WHICH IN TURN IS PIG-LATIN FOR "PORNO". AND AS YOU ALL KNOW, PORNO RULES THE INTERNET, WHICH IS WHERE TELEFUNNY HAPPENS TO BE LOCATED. QUESTIONS? READ THE FAQ PORTION OF TELEFUNNY ONCE I GET ENOUGH QUESTIONS ASKED TO ACTUALLY HAVE SOME BE DEEMED MORE "FREQUENTLY ASKED" THAN OTHERS.
INCINDENTALLY, IN NO WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM SHOULD THE ARTWORK POSTED AT TELEFUNNY, THE NAME TELEFUNNY ITSELF OR THE INTENT OF THE CREATION OF EITHER OR ALL AFORE MENTIONED THINGS RELATED TO TELEFUNNY TO BE CONSIDERED AN OPINION OF ANY PARTICULAR COMPANY OR INDUSTRY, EITHER AS A WHOLE OR IN PART. HERETOFOR MENTIONED PERTICIPLES SHALL BE SEQUESTERED AND ELIMINATED FROM ALL PARTY FOR TO WITH INTERAPPLICABLY AND SOLIDORNIFICATED,THEREFORE MAKING ME TEFLON AND OH GOD I THINK I'M HAVING AN ANEURYSM.

There, now that that has been settled, I'll have my lawyers give it a once over and go from there.
Peace and remember, keep laughing, no matter what, MMMMkaY?
Geez that sounded gay.


*(Note to large corporations, newspapers, magazines and other periodicals employing cartoonists for large sums of money...disregard that. You did NOT read the first part of this story. I enjoy cash by the boatload, small bills are fine...hire me now)

Good bye,Sammy...

Sosa has been traded to the Orioles.
A blog/rant to follow. In the meantime, I shall vent my frustrations in frozen water sculptures. Spring training, by the way, is almost here. REJOICE!!!!!!