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Aug. 17th, 2007 09:32 amHEY LOOK I've coined a new phrase: Angstdump.
So, I kind of made one of the real estate agents I talked to "my" agent, though she warned me that she won't help me make an offer anywhere until I'm pre-approved for a loan. Pre-approval involves getting my parents to cough up some paperwork, which is going to be interesting to attempt. Anyway, in the meantime she's put me into the MLS database which is like the Amazon Dot Com of the real estate world, and sent me a whole bunch of condos to look at in the database, which would be great except she sent me so many that I'm all overwhelmed. In the meantime the three I wanted to look at, I haven't heard from her about. Which is not unexpected really since we only talked about them on Wednesday, but time is passing and I'm hoping that now that I've asked her to be my agent I'm not going to have to struggle with her for every viewing I want to see versus every viewing she wants me to see.
In news of LJ, I am growing more and more discouraged not so much because LJ isn't trying but because LJ isn't getting the point, and I begin to suspect it's because the people working with fandom to try and solve things are either idiots or untrained volunteers. Now, neither is really the individual person's fault, I suppose, but it does make things a lot more difficult when the user is more adept on the platform than the person supposedly maintaining it.
I'm exhausted, all the time, no matter how much sleep I get. I'm really beginning to worry that I've come down with some kind of disease. Either that or it's a new (to me) feature of the depression. I called to cancel the one viewing appointment I had for today, though that's equal parts exhaustion and distinctly not liking the man I spoke with (plus it's over my price range anyway).
The highlight of today has been reading the back of the bag of cheetos cheese snacks I bought. The "serving size" of a portion of cheetos is 21 pieces, and the marketing department took advantage of that number to add a sidebar telling you what you can do with 21 Cheetos. Now, I can think of some very imaginative things to do with 21 cheetos (war headdress, hilarious fake teeth, replacement for charcoal in life-drawing class) but theirs is so patently commercial. They say, you have 21 cheetos? Well, break them in half! THEN YOU HAVE 42! And you can eat half of them and you'll still have 21 LEFT!
GENIUS!
So, I kind of made one of the real estate agents I talked to "my" agent, though she warned me that she won't help me make an offer anywhere until I'm pre-approved for a loan. Pre-approval involves getting my parents to cough up some paperwork, which is going to be interesting to attempt. Anyway, in the meantime she's put me into the MLS database which is like the Amazon Dot Com of the real estate world, and sent me a whole bunch of condos to look at in the database, which would be great except she sent me so many that I'm all overwhelmed. In the meantime the three I wanted to look at, I haven't heard from her about. Which is not unexpected really since we only talked about them on Wednesday, but time is passing and I'm hoping that now that I've asked her to be my agent I'm not going to have to struggle with her for every viewing I want to see versus every viewing she wants me to see.
In news of LJ, I am growing more and more discouraged not so much because LJ isn't trying but because LJ isn't getting the point, and I begin to suspect it's because the people working with fandom to try and solve things are either idiots or untrained volunteers. Now, neither is really the individual person's fault, I suppose, but it does make things a lot more difficult when the user is more adept on the platform than the person supposedly maintaining it.
I'm exhausted, all the time, no matter how much sleep I get. I'm really beginning to worry that I've come down with some kind of disease. Either that or it's a new (to me) feature of the depression. I called to cancel the one viewing appointment I had for today, though that's equal parts exhaustion and distinctly not liking the man I spoke with (plus it's over my price range anyway).
The highlight of today has been reading the back of the bag of cheetos cheese snacks I bought. The "serving size" of a portion of cheetos is 21 pieces, and the marketing department took advantage of that number to add a sidebar telling you what you can do with 21 Cheetos. Now, I can think of some very imaginative things to do with 21 cheetos (war headdress, hilarious fake teeth, replacement for charcoal in life-drawing class) but theirs is so patently commercial. They say, you have 21 cheetos? Well, break them in half! THEN YOU HAVE 42! And you can eat half of them and you'll still have 21 LEFT!
GENIUS!
