Jenn Martinelli Blogging in Boston

Last night I was talking my parents and my dad's dorkiness during the 70's came up. He only made it worse by quoting the gold prices during the 70's and comparing them to current gold prices. Poor Keyrock.

UPDATE 2004/04/16: His dorkiness initially came up because he admitted to owning white patent leather loafers.

Rob and I met for lunch today, and afterwards he headed to the library to do some work (he's on his spring break, but no beaches in Florida for him... he's not the beach type) and I went back to the office. I gave him the only cash I had on me in case he needed it, $2. And as I was walking away he said, "I'm going to go spend your two dollars!"

So I want to know, did you spend my two dollars yet, you crazy spend-a-holic? Don't spend it all in one place! Ha ha.

UPDATE 2004/04/16: Rob reports that he did, in fact, spend all two dollars in one place! How wasteful.

My friends did not get their house. Too many people put in offers. This city and this world are both getting too crazy. Is anyone even aware of a home sale where there was actually just one offer put in at a time and not fifty competing ones that the buyer gets to choose from? I don't think my parents have ever had competition and a bidding war when buying a house. If they did, they didn't tell me. It's just crazy. It certainly makes it much harder, and it's all just designed to screw you (the buyer) out of more money. Why don't you just set a price, then when you get an offer which is that price, take the offer, and that's it. Don't accept 20 offers at once. Geez.

Ok, you know those bumper stickers and whatnot that say, "Kill Your Television!" I think it might actually be a good idea if someone killed my television. It is too distracting to me. I get involved watching perfectly horrible shows instead of doing chores I should be doing and instead of doing other things which are actually more enjoyable like reading, listening to music, talking to friends on the phone, etc. So please, someone stop by and kill my television. I won't report you.

Also, Charlestown is a freaking mess. Yesterday someone was trying to escape (I think from the crime scene) in a stolen SUV and cops shot him. Guess where this was? Oh yeah, about 3 blocks from my house. Nice neighborhood. But wait, you say, isn't Charlestown an expensive city neighborhood? Aren't there a lot of nice townhouses there? Isn't it historic and nice?

1. Yes it's expensive but that doesn't mean anything. Everything is expensive.
2. Yes, there are a lot of nice townhouses. And yuppies live in them. And there are a lot of crappy apartments. And I live in one and other, less pleasant people also live in them. And shoot each other.
3. Parts of it are historic and nice. Other parts are total crap.

Since it's such a small place I'd say the end result is that even the nice places are too close to the crap places, so just steer clear altogether. Sorry, Charlestown. I'm sure you used to be a nice neighborhood in some respects but now you just have two polar opposites living there and I can't take it anymore. Get me out! Send me back to Somerville! Or Cambridge! I'd even almost go back to Brighton! Hard to believe, I know.