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My apartment complex has recently come under new management. In the week since, I have received three letters from them, all taped to my front door. Whenever I see one of these upon arriving home, I check to make sure that other people have them, too, as I always suspect I’m being evicted: “Dear sir, the combination of your evil cat and your propensity to keep respectable hours has made you unfit for our complex and you are forthwith being asked to find another place of residence.”

Earlier this week the letter taped to the door said something about them repaving the parking lot, so I’d need to find another place to park on Friday and Saturday. This makes no sense to me. Why pave a parking lot on a weekend? Isn’t that the most likely time for people to need parking? And it’s not like there’s a plethora of parking in the area, either. I suspect that if I park in the Domino’s lot a half-mile away that I’ll get towed, and there aren’t too many other options.

Yesterday there was another letter and… well, I’m not too sure what it means:

During the beginning of the road resurfacing we found it needed extensive repairs. As of Friday October 12, 2007 you will need to move your car. the company working on the road will notify us when the cars need moved. Sorry for the inconvenience. We will notify you as soon as we are made aware of the date. [Minor detail deleted] Also we will be notifying you because we will be painting the doors soon.

That’s a direct quote. Any thoughts on this one? I thnk I’ve been notified, but apparently I will be notified again. I’m also not sure how I’ll know when the doors are painted, because I’m not sure where they’re going to leave the note.

I already didn’t like apartment living, and this isn’t helping.

A friend of mine and his wife visited a couple of weeks ago and we planned to meet up for breakfast on Saturday. While they’d been in town before, they’d never been to my current apartment. We started talking on Friday night about directions, when he mentioned that he had his GPS with him.

“Neither Google Maps nor Microsoft Streets & Trips has my whole street, I’m afraid,” I told him.

“Hey… why don’t you give me your longitude and latitude and I’ll find it that way,” he came up with.

The prospect amused both of us so much that it quickly became the only option we would consider. I went outside and fired up my laptop in my car (my USB GPS won’t work without a clear shot at the satellite), found my coordinates, and gave them to him.

The next morning, right on time, they showed up on my doorstep. Another victory for technology!

Now if I only I could find a Segway somewhere to try out…

This one is a review of a game that’s a sequel to an 18-year-old movie, which I find to be interesting and also a statement about the current phase of entertainment.

Aside from that, I do make a watered-down reference to Jackie Brown and use the word “grillion.” Proceed with caution.