I christen thee...

Having but a few days ago signed a new lease on my apartment, it occurs to me that I should probably have a nifty name for it. Casa de Ward doesn't seem entirely appropriate, as it's not a house. The Ward Pad? Ward Central? The Ward Cave? Ward's Palace of Love? Ward's House of Pies? Let me know your thoughts on what to call it.

Also, Rebecca challenged me to come up with a name for her current car (Camry, '99, dark red, sedan, sun roof, leather). I've not got any ideas. Sabrina's been referring to it as Becca #3, as it's the third car she's had since turning 16—her accord lasted a couple of years before Dad totaled it, then her first Camry made it a year and half before she totaled it, and now she's on the new Camry. Suggestions?

I started things rolling on getting the car taken care of today. The auto glass place is supposed to call me shortly, once they've acquired the proper piece of glass. After that, we'll need to make a decision about car alarms (do they still sell those that will send a deadly electrical current coursing through the body of the car?), and then I can get the stereo and the plastics taken care of. Thankfully, I have a spare car for a couple of weeks, so now's the time to have the Camry Mark II out of commission.

I finally got all the pieces together for my new nifty wireless network/music system, and it works wonderfully. I'm currently rocking out with Fountains of Wayne, and whatever else my computer's random number generator deems appropriate. And, I've got two less long, ugly cords running the length of my apartment from my computer to the cable outlet and stereo. I can even control it the music from my phone. Sweet.