12/10/2004 03:57:00 PM|||Joe|||I get home today, and my apartment smells funny. I'm no neat freak, but I also don't normally manage to coax a musty smell out of my surroundings.

Long story short, something happened and now there's water coming out of my ceiling. It's pretty sweet. Those crazy brown splotches really liven the place up.

Luckily, the only casualties were my box for Toast Titanium 5 and my widescreen vhs Evil Dead 2. The movie is going to make it. The back part of the cover is just a little screwed up. The Toast box and manuals are gonna have to be tossed. No big deal.

I'm just glad that none of the paintings my dad did for me were damaged. And, oh yeah, my 20" iMac and editing equipment. If any of that had been damaged, I would have punched you. Yes, YOU.

There is a knee-slapping coincidence here. But I'm not going to talk about it yet. It involves the next skit.|||110272356665146181|||Water Damage12/13/2004 04:59:00 AM|||Blogger Scooter|||Ick - I hope you live on the top floor so that you're assured it's not waste water from upstairs. My wife and I had an apartment in St. Louis Park where the bathroom roof kind of caved in, so you could be sure it was below the bathroom from upstairs. We were busy getting out of the apartment and into a house, so it was almost impossible to get enough leverage to get the thing fixed. Truly nasty.12/13/2004 06:26:00 AM|||Blogger Joe|||Nope, I live on the first floor. But the it apparently wasn't anything to do with waste - there was a valve that was off that should have been on. Not sure how that works, but okay.