BECAUSE YOU HAD TO GIVE NAMES TO EVERYTHING YOU FOUND, AND MAKE LOGOS FOR BAD IDEAS, AND CHANGE YOUR CAR EVERY TWO YEARS AND WAKE UP EARLY FOR CONFERENCE CALLS, AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE NO PROGRESS AT ALL / JUST A SHADOW FESTIVAL / BECAUSE OF THAT YOU WILL HAVE TO LEARN TO LOOK AT THE SKY AGAIN, YOU WILL HAVE TO LEARN TO EAT FOOD THAT GROWS WHERE YOU LIVE AGAIN, YOU WILL HAVE TO LEARN TO TOUCH WHAT YOU MAKE

- Robert Montgomery

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

things that go bump in the night

Ian Malcom: God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs.
Ellie Sattler: Dinosaurs eat man.....woman inherits the earth.
-Jurrasic Park 

No one believes me thus far, so I figure if I blog about it, at least there is a semi-public record of my feelings about our current situation and the things that may or may not be done about it.

I won't waste time getting to the point. I have determined that one of two explanations is true regarding the current (and undoubtedly ongoing) circumstances of 207 Anguilla. 

Scenario One: The house looks cute and quaint from the curb and has a rather extravagant irrigation system throughout it's landscaped yards, but the homes innards are the result of cheap, post-war construction, out-dated and most likely "home-made" electrical, plumbing and duct work which after a certain amount of time would have required repairs if not complete reconstruction which was never done and at the most any changes that have been made were made in the cheapest, laziest most assinine and unprofessional ways imaginable, possibly compounded by it's being located about 1 mile from big water and less than 20ft above sea level. And there could be an impressive long-undisturbed rodent establishment throughout the skeleton of the home.

or Scenario Two, which, in case you are wondering, is what I believe is actually going on....

There is a baby Apatosaurus living in the attic directly above our bedroom.

Pretty simple to figure out which one is more likely. I mean, we clearly have a dinosaur in our house. He or she is a little bashful and a little clumsy and really only emerges between the hours of 12:45 and 2 or 3am. This also very easily explains why the contractors who came to the house today merely emerged scratching their butts and shrugging their shoulders and mumbling something about how the reason Rob and I were wide awake in the middle of the night last night--stalking through the house with flashlights and eventually sleeping in the guest room for fear that part of the house might collapse--is actually due to something more along the lines of Scenario One.

And we all know that is just not true.