Moving from an apartment to a house is quite an experience.  One, everything that goes wrong is on you an there's no Magic Condo Board to fix the problem (See my phones.  That I actually fixed this weekend.  By myself.).  Two, there's a layer of security that's gone.  No longer to you have the comfort of being above ground level in an insulated little pod.  With a house you're down in the shit where everyone that walks by is a potential B&Eer.  After a while you begin to adjust, but it takes a bit of time.  No longer are a .45 an a Doberman on the top of the list of potential things to do with our wedding scrilla.  No longer does the refrigerator's ice machine dropping cubes in the middle of the night cause The Girl to demand that I check every room and closet.  Keep in mind that the only 'weapon' we have in the house is a 19th century Chinese sword that, while heavy, may or may not last for more than one blow.  So for those that know me, imagine me in my boxers poking around hallway closets with a sword.  The whole thing was very 300.  Anyway, we've gotten so comfortable in the house that it didn't even bother us when the alarm shorted out and went off randomly every eight hours.  "No problem, we'll just call the guy to fix it.".  Life was good.

Until this morning.

This morning tested my meddle and I failed miserably.

After waking up at 4am to take a leak (Yep, I'm old.  Also the girl had already woken me up with an elbow to the chest so I was pretty much awake at that point), I went back into bed and drifted off into a light sleep.  About fifteen minutes later I here a noise coming from downstairs.  I wasn't lucid enougt to figure out what it was right away, but when the alarm went off I woke up with the quicks.  I must have popped out of bed three feet vertically before taking off like I was like the motherfucking road runner.  The whole time screaming (remember, sleeping), "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!  WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!".  I got halfway down the stairs before I saw my brother in law futility trying to turn the alarm off.  Turns out that he was just dropping off some shit on his way to work (he spends the night on occasion) and forgot to tell us that he was doing so.  Thankfully I had sprinted out of bed so fast that I forgot one key component to the whole 'repelling home invaders" formula.

The sword.

I fogot the sword.

The Girl?  Not impressed.  I think the quote was something like, "I don't know what the hell you hoped to accomplish by screaming 'WTF is going on!'".

• This weekend, when I wasn't running around like a screaming like a lunatic, I managed to do a couple of interesting things.  One was fixing my phones (Yay me).  Another item on the agenda was trying the new Via Carducci that opened up on Division.  Verdict:  Service was so awful that I left a 10% tip.   I couldn't tell you the last time I left a 10% tip.  Avoid.   The third was finally checking out The Transformers on Sunday afternoon.  Verdict:  Decent action with an almost (almost) completely incomprehensible storyline.  So it's pretty much standard Michael Bay fare.  Oh, the leading lady, Megan Fox, is stupid fucking hot.
• Flickr Set Of The Day:  The T-Shirts of Lollapalooza
• Bonus Flickr Set Of The Day:  Dorks With A Stormtrooper Helmet.  One of the dorks has a pretty rocking body.  Shame about the tats though.
• Today seems to be image day.  I'm not really sure what's up with that.  It definitely wasn't planned.  I have no transition.  Peanuts characters translated (?) into Manga.
• Functional Lego pinball machine
• "You interrupted me mid funk"
• Cheney on why we shouldn't invade Iraq