The car has been moved to the new place and ticketed. Ticketed for having an expired plate. Bastards! I left the ticket on the windshield and I hope they don't ticket me again today those damn finks. Although, I should have known something like that would happen. There was a portent of doom, you see.

At the old place I filled the tire with Fix-a-Flat and it inflated. Then Thom helped jump the car. It was a little hesitant to get started but it did eventually. I hopped out of the driver's seat after revving the engine a bit and then unhooked the jumper cables. I told Thom that we shouldn't go on the highway in case the cars stalls. Right at that moment it stalled.

So, we jumped it again and then filled the tire with a little more air. We got to the new place uneventfully. I'm supposed to take it to the mechanic tonight. I'm irritated though because I told him over the phone what was going on and he refuses to believe that it may be the starter... that he installed... less than six months ago. Grrrr.

Here's some fancy pictures of our new place before we moved all of our crappy furniture in. Please forgive me for the cute cat picture at the end — it's an obligatory image required by web bylaws that I am forced to include. Surely you understand.

Junglesome
The view down our front steps
to the street level.

Pretty, pretty, pretty colored glass.
The view inside our front door.

dude.
Thom took this picture through one of the
less rippled panes of glass in the front door.

Eat me. Drink me.
Detail on our front doorknob.

One side will make you grow taller.
The rooms are mostly divided by sliding doors.
Here's the lock on one of them.

The other side will make you grow smaller.
I think this is from the door to the kitchen.
From a time when you actually could
peek through keyholes.

You spin me right round, baby. Right round. Like a record baby. (Who sang that? I can't remember.)
Turning around from the front door and viewing from the foyer.
To the left is the den which opens wide into the living room.
If you go through the right door and continue straight you go into the bedroom which you can't see here.
There's a little alcove between the foyer and the bedroom where there's a mirror on the wall that the landlords left behind. Up above the right-side doorway is a small cabinet — one of two storage/hiding places.

Mmmmm...Noah's Bagels. Toasted egg bagel with creamy, cream-cheese.
The den.
This is where the computer and the bookcases are going.
Out that front left window
you can see Mount Hood on a clear day.

Undoubtably a portal for the undead.
Pièce de resistance.
This was a coal-burning fireplace which is not useable now.
The center area is cast iron and heavy as all get-out to move. Inside it now is a massive layer of dust and, I presume, coal and two abandoned beer cans. The beer cans made me laugh so I left them in there.
This fireplace may or may not be a portal to the world of the undead.

Day-o, day-ay-ay-o

Work all night on a drink a'rum (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Stack banana till thee morning come (Daylight come and he wan' go home)
I've read that the whole Egyptian thing became popular when King Tut's tomb was discovered in 1922 which is around when this house was built.

A beautiful bunch a'ripe banana (Daylight come and he wan' go home) Hide thee deadly black tarantula (Daylight come and he wan' go home)
Fireplace tiles.
From left to right: Old Man Winter, Dragon, the ass of a Griffin.
Dragonflies, Sunflowers (which grow across three tiles).

It's the law, dammit.
Oz enjoys a spot under the front window.