This must be the place

I remember when I moved from the dank pit apartment on Guerrero to the awesome apartment on Potomac in San Francisco. It was as if I went to some hot springs fancy-pants spa. I felt instantly better and rejuvenated. That same feeling is going on with my current place. The days of nasty-land are behind me, and my spacious, high-ceilined, wood-floored, cozy, perfect apartment is all I can see. Even my new landlords are good! When I moved in there was only ONE lock - on the outer door (that is mine and mine alone!) and you could easily break this window in the door and unlock it. So I asked them to get me another lock on the main apartment door, and voila! I return home to a lock. They are also getting a plumber out here to up the heat on my shower. Responsive landlords? Been awhile since I've seen you.

Audrey has adjusted well to the new place, and barks far less now that she can't hear and see everything on the street. She seems happy. I don't have the dog walker back yet, but that's ok I could use a bit of a break paying him. Speaking of dogs, there's a huge dog show here this weekend and I really want to go. I've never been to one and I bet it'll be awesome in its dorky-dogness.

I'm going to write a bit about it on GCU later, but whoa mama The Terror Dream by the beloved Susan Faludi is incredible. It's basically just one anecdote, quote, and fact after another about the return to masculinity and the disavowal of feminism post 9-11, but the information is infuriating and astounding. It's a nice contrast to Feminine Mystique, but I'll have to save that for the other blog.

My internet (Comcast) still isn't functioning beyond 9:30 pm. Anybody else having this problem? I thought it would go away when I moved, but it didn't. It makes it really difficult for me to do shit, since most of my stupid blogging time comes later in the evening.