Ooh, Those Scary Liberals!

This from the people who want to take away our rights to do with our bodies as we please.

Why I Don't Watch Fox News

Go to www.myfoxchicago.com and type in Libraries: Necessary or Waste...

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My taxes are in and in less than 24 hours I will have a new domicile....

Just A Reminder...

You will get much further with me (and most other people), if you can impress me with how nice you are, rather than how important you are.

Go See This Show!

Title: The Castle

The Company: Oracle Productions

Location: Oracle Theater, 3809 N. Broadway, Chicago

Times: 8:00 Fridays and Saturdays, 7:00 Sundays

Dates: Until March 6th

The Upshot: This is a play I'm still trying to figure out. Challenging stuff, well produced. Great acting, great direction, etc. While there is a suggested donation of $20, it's pay what you can. This is what theater is all about, folks: go see it.

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So the original condo timed out, the next one didn't have anyone else living in the building (which would explain why the listing didn't have an assessment on it), and my real estate clock is ticking like some women's biological ones. Maybe they'll extend the tax credit again. I doubt it. I feel like I'm dealing with psychopathic children. Why? Because after I extended the deadline on the old place from the end of December to three weeks later, they got it approved a week later than that, after I told them to forget it and that I wanted my earnest money back. My lawyer assures me it's an open-and-shut case, but warns me I may have to let them keep some of the money if they decide to be dicks about it. The second place wanted earnest money, which I provided, then said they had a counter offer, which I raised, and then, oh, by the way, you can't get the loan approved because no one's lived in the building or paid insurance since 2003. In addition to the missing assessment rate, it explains why there's a little water damage in the unit I looked at. It all makes me want to just find a nicer apartment and put the money my parents gave me into an IRA.

Why I Am A Liberal

Because I am a Conservative. I want carbon emissions and the rain forests to go back to where they were when I was a child. Or better yet, even further back than that.

Because I am a Libertarian. My body is mine. Don't make laws saying what I can and cannot do with it. Especially my reproductive system. I mean, all those middle-aged and old men in Congress thinking about my lady parts, ick.

Quick Rundown

I couldn't quite let another month go by without posting. I've been condo hunting.  I got something picked out in July.  I wasted three weeks trying to get a loan from a distant relative because my parents thought it was a good idea, then had to go back the the mortgage broker my realtor recommended when that fell through. The broker told me that because the condo I'm buying is a short sale (the bank isn't getting back all the money it loaned to the seller, but it isn't a foreclosure), I should get a closing date in mid-September. It is now almost November, and I still don't have a closing date.  Fortunately, my landlord is one of the cooler landlords in the world, and he's letting me stay on without signing another year's lease. Of course, he could kick me out at any time, but like I said, he seems cool.  The thing really stressing me at the moment on this front is the November 30th deadline for the $8k tax credit. I need it to pay closing costs. My parents are lending me the 8 grand until I do my taxes next year. Gotta love the First Bank of Mom and Dad.  But it's a loan, and time is short.  When I heard that Congress is thinking about extending the deadline, I e-mailed my congresspeople.  I 'm hopeful. Hopeful, but a little distracted.

My car is dying. I put over $1k into it this summer to fix various noises, vibrations, and other symptoms.  My mechanic is now saying he needs in excess of $600 to fix the rack and pinion. I finally broke down and blurted out to my parents that I needed a new car, they were pretty supportive.  They told me not to do anything until I had the condo under control, which is perfectly reasonable.  I told them what was wrong with the car, and my dad doesn't think it's dangerous not to fix it just yet.  So my car squeals when I reverse and use the steering wheel.  My dad also made it pretty obvious that he doesn't think I really need to own a car, just rent one when I want to visit. I don't think he was really listening when I told him that as a stage manager I need to be able to schlep things (to say nothing of myself or other people) around the city. Of course, I get the feeling he still thinks that one day I'll outgrow this whole theater phase. Parents can be frustrating. Most of the time, I think mine are wonderful, some of the best humanity has to offer, and other times I just think that I should experiment with shaking some sense into them.  

Life at the library continues.  In July, we lost all our pages in my department to budget cuts. This necessitated  librarians from other places in the division to help us shelve. This led to howls of protest (because apparently it isn't intellectual enough to be worth someone with an MLIS' time), which led to scrambling on the part of various people in charge to to supply us with four pages cannibalized from parts unknown. I did not howl. I skirted up and did my hour (sometimes more) of assigned shelving each day until the pages showed up. I only stopped when late September rolled around and I was up to my neck in new books that no one was going to process and get out on the shelf but me (and the pages had been there nearly a month, enough time to get their sea legs). I have since gone back to shelving now that the shipment issue is under control. Okay, I'm done venting. I'm kind of glad I'm not doing theater right now as I can put in extra hours at work.  It beats sitting at home wondering if I have a new place to live, and it sure beats the hell out of being unemployed. Let me repeat that. It sure beats the HELL out of being unemployed. Okay, hopefully I'll post at least once in November.