Hazmat team called to Furnas Hall.

Last weekend at Sully’s wedding, the big guy’s lab mates were complaining to me and ellie over dinner about how the 9th floor guys (me, Joe, Pedro, and the rest) use bleach to kill our cells, and then pour the bleach down the drain, which then creates an odor in their lab on the 4th floor. I told them this was not are fault, and their sink trap should be able to stop any vapors that accumulate before they come up through the sink. They told me that they had it looked at my maintenance, and it wasn’t a faulty trap, but instead a broken waste pipe in the wall that was venting the bleach odor into their lab. Sully had complained about this for years, but I never really cared, until today. At the wedding the guys joked that they could call EHS to speed up the maintenance work order request.

Luckily channel 7 news also responded.

Evidently they did not call public safety, they told there boss, (Sully’s advisor) and he told the secretary that his students could smell chlorine (instead of bleach) in the lab. She then called EHS, who then called hazmat, and thus gave us all in Furnas a nice two hour break. Too bad the big guy is on his honeymoon, and he missed the fun.

Granny is right!

I have recently overlooked all of the advantages of moving in with ellie. I was focusing merely on the negative aspects of giving up my old place. Maybe this is because I have been practically moved in with ellie for 7 or 8 months now, and just now having to officially move out, Or because I am a typically shortsighted male. Let me list some of the advantages. She keeps the apartment impeccably clean, including vacuuming it very frequently, and never while I am there (which always seems sort of mysterious). She also does an extraordinary amount of laundry, including mine. As a typical male I usually like to wait until I am out of clean socks, or boxers before I do the wash, while ellie does it as soon as one basket of laundry is full. She is also very kind and loving and fun to be around. She also cooks a number of tasty entries for dinner, and she lets me cook grilled cheese when ever I want.

In other news I have to confess that I was clicking ads multiple times on a few blog sites, including two that have recently been disabled. I am REALLY sorry for this, and I will no longer click ads. I didn't know they would take action against these innocent bloggers. Again I am very sorry about this situation, I didn't know, and I will stop.

Leaving Flickinger Court

There are many things that I am going to miss as I leave my town house apartment, and move in with ellie.

First of all I am going to miss the neighbor’s pool. I haven’t swam there since the eight girls moved out of the house, and a bunch of dudes moved in, but I will never forget that party that we had. It was the “we have a keg, you have a pool, lets have a party” type of parties. The highlight would have had to been either the flip-cup/swim relay game, or Q sending one of the girl’s b-friends to the hospital for a half a dozen stitches. Its not what your thinking, he is a married man now after all. Q threw a football pass into the pool, and the kid somehow cut his foot open on the stone ledge of the edge of the pool, while he was jumping in to catch the football. But it is still fun to harass him about it.

I will miss being able to tell people back in South Salem that I live in a complex that is named after my former neighbor/employer’s uncle. Geoffrey Flickinger use to employ me to walk his 150lb dog over the hill for a roll of nickels when I was in middle school. I haven’t figured out exactly how Geoff is related to Burt Flickinger, but he has to be some sort of uncle.

I will regrettably no longer be neighbors with my office mate Pedro, and his cousin Alberto. These Asians from the isle of Macao have Portuguese passports, and it always seems weird for me to use a traditionally hispanic name when talking to a man who is fluent in Cantonese, but not Spanish.

I will also miss the wiffle ball field in the back. The two best memories would be Keith Murphy? striking me out every time I faced him, and Creeps bleeding from the forehead after Coach wound up and pegged him in the head with the wiffle ball from five feet away, after he was clearly safe for two seconds. That was priceless.

There won’t be anymore bbqs, dart games, or poker nights there. All of this I knew going into to the move, but I also know that we will only be in Williamsville apartment for a little while, until I am done, or until we can find a better place, maybe one big enough for a dog (and no Joe, not a poodle). This was all going to be okay; at least I’d still have my couch. Then as Coach and I were try to pry my huge black leather couch up ellie’s narrow entry way I realized I was going to have to let that go too.

So my next mission was to find a safe place for the couch for the next year or two. One of the students I taught in my second year of PhD studies graduated, got a local job, saved up, and bought a 5 bedroom house. We still play softball and football together, so I figured he must have room for a couch. But no, they have 5 couches already, and the three car garage also does not enough room to store my couch. Next I looked to Tots. He bought a house with his fiancé two or three years ago, but has been slow to furnish it, especially the bedrooms. He also said that he would not be able to use my couch, but he could store it in his garage for a short time. So reluctantly I finally went to the person who knows every bartender in the greater buffalo area Keith Murphy?. At first he too said that he couldn’t use it, but then he said he could ask around for me. I am quite confident that he will be able to help me out if anyone can. One of my favorite questions when hanging out with this legend is “So how do you know Keith Murphy?”

I found a home for the grill (Coach said he could hold on to it for a while for me) and my neon bud light sign which will be in Di-Candy’s basement bar after he has his house built (another former student who will be a home owner before me). Other than that it is just kitchen stuff which we already got into Williamsville, and now all that’s left are clothes, books, a tv, puter, desk, bookshelf, and a few odds and ends that can be moved without much trouble over the next week. Everything else should make it up the stairs easily, so things are starting to look up.

Sully's Wedding

Ellie and I enjoyed the reception half of my roommate's wedding yesterday at eagle vale. The best man had a survival kit for them which include pants for Steph to wear, along with a set of ear plugs also for her to use. I found this was particularly funny, since every time I started a conversation with him, it would inevitably end with me leaving the room, while he was still talking. We were seating along with Sully's lab buddies, who also work in my engineering building, and they agreed that she would need the ear muffs. They also commented about how he must have still been hungry after only having two plates of the main dish. Now if you have ever seen Sully you might be able to guess that he can put food down pretty well. He will be pretty hard to replace next semester on the offensive line of my flag football team. His buddies were telling us how their advisor rips on him every time they eat lunch, because of the sheer volume of food that he consumes. I had to share with the guys that when we have poker at my place we would have a pool to guess the cuisine and amount of food that sully would consume that night. Generally the question would be how many whole chicken breast would he cook for dinner. One is never enough, and if you cook two, there is just one left, so you might as well cook all three.

I felt bad for the big guy during the cake cutting ceremony. We all knew that he wouldn't start the food fight, but I thought that he would at least get a little bit of icing on her face after she showered him with cake. He took it like the whipped man that he is, with out any retribution. I still feel bad for him; he takes a beating from everybody all the time. While we were living together he could take his frustration out on the dodge ball court, or by playing his first person shooter games all night, but what will he do now that he is married? I hope he doesn't go postal.

I also heard that his move is going almost as bad as mine. Apparently after rearranging the living room 3 times for his new bride, Sully could not furnish the room in a acceptable way. Evidently his speakers are just too big for the room, and she is forcing him to sell them!

We will talk about my relocation snafus on another day....

Adsense is here

Ok I am still trying to figure out the best places to put ads, so I may tweak them a bit, but the ads are here! Now I have to only hope that the random ads generator links more masculine ads than ellie's. If I see a wedding ring ad I will freek out, but now that I have mentioned that I am sure that it will come up. Let me put in some more key words like football, poker, and sports cars, to offset the girlly words that sometimes come up accidentally in my blog.
In other news we decided to skip Sully's wedding ceremony and plan to show up just for the party. I think the 5 hours between the church and the party had a lot to do with this decision, and I did have cells to feed here at work.
Now that adsense is online the next mission is to get a stat tracker set up!

Are 2 blogs one too many for one Household?

I know what you are thinking. Is it a good idea to compete with my significant other (ellie323) and fight for loyal readers in the small and increasingly over populated blogging world? Will there be enough nonsensical material for two cohabiting adults to entertain the masses that will undoubtedly flock to our sites (with the help of CherkyB) and click our ads. I thought that I could try to stick to sports, poker, and engineering related topics, but that might be a disaster for the general public to read.

The other question you might have is why badgers? I was thinking that I would use the college mascot of south Carolina (cocky the fighting gamecock can be seen to the left) that I use for most of my online fantasy teams and whatnot, but then I thought better of it, and go with the less racy football mascot from Madison Wisconsin. It is not that I am some huge college football fan, it is just that I think that the fighting gamecocks is a pretty cool nickname for a football team, but not quite right for a blogging name, where as Bucky the badger is much less threatening.

Well there will be more to come, maybe tomorrow I will be able to post pictures of my previous roommate on his wedding day, or maybe just a picture of the cake to protect the identity of the innocent...