I know it’s been a long time since I’ve done much in the way of ‘real’ blogging. Believe me, I _know_ — it’s been bugging me. However, the reason for the delay has been for two very interconnected reasons: I don’t like blogging about things that are happening until they’ve actually happened, and I’ve been a lot busier here than I expected to be. It’s all for good reasons, though — Ellensburg has been treating me very well, as it turns out.
Once again, it’s about time for my annual mini-vacation at Norwescon. This is my second year as part of the ConCom (Convention Committee — those of us who are crazy enough to volunteer to assist with planning and running the con), and I’ve really been enjoying it.
So, the next few months are going to be a mix of some fun part-time work drawing on my geek tendencies and generally relaxing and exploring western Washington, with a jaunt over to Norwescon come Easter weekend. I think it’s going to be a good spring and summer.
The moral of the story? If you’re looking for rental properties in Ellensburg, _stay away_ from Ellensburg Property Management, LLC. Andrew at Hatlestad Investment Group, LLC, however? He’s great. _Highly_ recommended.
Okay. So at the end of Part I of this little adventure, I’d left off with ominous words about how moving in to the new apartment did not go smoothly. That’s actually something of an understatement!
Bet’cha you never expected _those_ words to come from me, did’ja? But you did, and this is the point where I can finally publicly ramble on about what I haven’t been allowed to talk about until now. Here’s the deal.
I very rarely remember my dreams, and usually when I do, it’s just a few very vague bits that fade almost immediately upon waking up. Last night, though, I had something of a doozy.
As good as it is, I don’t find _Inception_ to be a perfect film. Some of the things that bothered Prairie bothered me as well as I was watching it. Interestingly, some of these very things end up making more sense — or, at the very least, become less troubling — when viewed in the light of one of the more interesting interpretations of the film.
Because it was the front of the pipe that had come loose, the rear of the pipe was still tied to the bed, so the pipe was being pushed forward against the asphalt, throwing up sparks, and it was immediately obvious that it could go swinging to the side at any moment, very likely snapping free of the remaining ties and flying loose into traffic.
It turns out that Vancouver is one of those weird places where fireworks are actually legal to set off within the city limits on July Fourth, and nearly every house in Prairie’s mom’s neighborhood was getting in on the action. Since this was something I’d never experienced, Prairie and I took a short walk around the neighborhood to see some of the local explosive entertainment.