The move is almost done! I turn in the keys to the old apartment today! Now I just have to get everything arranged in the new apartment.

The lovely girlfriend helped me greatly in completing the cleaning and final moving of assorted possessions over the weekend. The help was very much appreciated. I’m pretty sure that you can tell if someone likes you if they’ve seen you sweaty and dirty, but still find you attractive. That’s a major bonus.

My wonderful parents also provided a great amount of help on the previous weekend when we moved all of the large furniture. Thank you!

I had a comment yesterday on an old post about tunnels. I thought it was worth calling attention to since it is buried in the archives. But mainly because it is quite interesting.

Here’s what Meredith has to say:

Hey there, I was doing a little searching and came upon this post. I WAS one of the people in the article you read on June 2nd. i thought it was funny how you commented that you would have taken a trip to the tunnels like the rest of your friends had it not been that you were out of town. I was pretty much in your same position, but i WAS in town. I didn’t want to go down there at all, but my boyfriend talked me into it. Infact,he ended up NOT getting caught and I did. It made me terribly mad when the Texan’s headline noted “SIX UT STUDENTS…” it was actually 8 of us. ughh!

anyways, just to let you know, it was somewhat interesting down there. Lots of passageways and weird sounds and vents. I saw a giant control to all of UTs AC. However, the $5000 in lawyer’s fees that it took me to fix the whole mess afterwards was not worth the trip.

If I remember correctly, the lawyer fees for my roommate and others were quite steep back in the early 90s too. UT really should give tours of the tunnels. That would be cool!

I’m remotely blogging from an ice cream shop with my girlfriend by my side! What could be better?! :-)

Does this guy creep anyone else out or is it just me?

He seems to be slightly obsessed with Mountain Dew, Pepsi-Cola Company, and related products.

But, of course, when I give him such an opening with a question like “What’s the best soft drink?”, he says that “his peeps here at Dew” will need to update his files.

I’m almost done with the move! (If you are just tuning in, I’m moving to a new apartment.) There’s is one more load of stuff left to move to the new place and then the cleaning of the carpets.

Then maybe I can get back to writing on here on a regular basis. Except I opted to not get an Internet connection at the new place so now I have to go seek wireless access in the city. That shouldn’t be too difficult. Some of my favorite places have wireless access. Even three of the city parks downtown have wireless access. Gotta love Austin!

I really love this song. May it be the prayer of my life.

Lord you have my heart
And I will search for yours
Jesus take my life and lead me on.

Lord you have my heart
And I will search for yours
Let me be to you a sacrifice.

And I will praise you
And I will sing of love come down
And as you show your face
We’ll see your glory here.
We’ll see your glory here.

As I mentioned a few posts back, I’m moving to a new apartment. I have been living mostly at the old apartment still, but I moved the television to the new place over the Saturday. I really miss it. Even the background noise, I miss it. I might spend the night at the new place tonight just so I can give the TV a proper good night hug. I’m sure it misses me too.

UPDATE: I had forgotten that I have a TV tuner for my computer. I’m such a nerd. But now I’m a TV-watching nerd.

I went to the main page of Yahoo! looking for something. I forget what it was because I was distracted by a link which reads, “Questions to ask on a first date.”

The advice might be coming a little late. I had the first date with the lovely girlfriend almost two months ago, but I can use all the help I can get. So I read the article.

Let me speak to what is written at the bottom of the article first. I want to be clear about the matter of credentials. The article has this to say about the authors: “Barbara and Michael Jonas, named ‘One of America’s Most Romantic Couples’ by People magazine, are the creators of the dating game, ‘To Know YouÖBetter.’”

So the authors’ credentials are that they have created a dating game, they have had something of a title bestowed upon them by People magazine, and have now been published on Yahoo!

My credentials: I have my own blog. I like peanut butter. And I have a pretty good idea about what works and what doesn’t work for me. (I realize that peanut butter has little to nothing to do with dating, but I really like peanut butter.)

Let me also speak to the fact that I know that not all things work for all people and I am fully aware that I am not all people because if I was then, man, I’d be HUGE! But I digress…

Let me now arrive somewhere near the point that I was planning to make in the first place.

The authors propose that on the first date, one person says, “I have a suggestion — there’s a dating game, ‘To Know YouÖBetter,’ and I have some cards from it. Let’s give it a try!”

The very next words are “If you get a positive response…”

Maybe it’s just me, but I seriously was looking for the section that started, “If you get a blank stare back…” or “If she excuses herself to the bathroom but never comes back…” I think it is good to cover all of the bases.

There are ten sample questions, each with a quote from a semi-famous person, which can be printed and cut out in preparation for your looming first date. I guess if you want to be really serious about the whole endeavor you can run out in buy the game “To Know You…Better,” which by the way is mentioned five times on the web page. (And yes, I’m cynical.)

I’m not an expert, but I do enjoy peanut butter. My advice: Ask questions. Ask interesting questions. Ask your own questions. If you have to, look at articles like this but ask the questions in your own words.

Most importantly, listen to the answers.

Read the article for yourself — Questions to ask on a first date

Curt posts about my 500th post and finds that he is the center of my first post. I seem to have used the word post entirely too many times in this paragraph. I think you should make yourself a post-it note post haste about this post. Post. Post.

So, yes, I’m linking back to a post about me, but I’m trying to fill up this front page. I’ve neglected to post consistently in the last week or more, so it has been getting a little empty here.

A couple of Sundays ago, the following conversation took place between myself and the lovely-and-fabulous girlfriend. We were trying to remember the name of the man who made the announcements at church that morning.

Lovely-and-Fabulous Girlfriend (LFG): His name starts with an M?
Me: umm… Marsupial?
LFG: No.
Me: His name wasn’t Marsupial, was it?
LFG: No.
Me: José Marsupial?
LFG: No.
Me: You know, I think his mom was a Mexican. And his dad was…
LFG: …a kangaroo?
Me: Yes. You know him then?