Airs Appliances in Philadelphia: good people, better prices

AIRS.jpgI'm generally of the opinion that you can almost always find things cheaper on the internet than you can in a brick and mortar store, and forget about finding good deals at small local places. This goes double for large appliances.

Airs Appliances in Philadelphia (1119 Chestnut Street for those of you in the area) has proven me wrong. Not only did we get a great deal, we got great service as well. If you're looking to buy an appliance in the Philly area you are doing yourself a disservice by not stopping by and chatting with the good folks at Air.

Why was I in Airs?

L_LFC20760SW.jpgMarisa and I have been talking about getting a new refrigerator for a little bit. It would seem the success of the washer/dry combo unit has emboldened Marisa's zeal for gussying up the kitchen (which I approve of, mind you).

Our current refrigerator irks me to no end. I think it is pretty ugly, and since Marisa is a world class foodie it is often packed to the gills with all sorts of food. That's not a bad thing, but I can never find anything! And with all that hippy food in there there is hardly any room for 'Scott approved' foodstuffs (mostly Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper, and yes I am well aware of the dangers of diet soda). We were both in favor of getting a new fridge.

The world of refrigerators is a wild and varied place. There are awesome professional fridges, very cool retro fridges (which are super tiny), and many more in-between. The space that we have to work with is pretty narrow, in fridge terms. It would seem that manufacturers are making fridges that are about 35 inches wide, which works well for most people. We have a space that, at most, can take a fridge 33 inches wide. We thought we would be stuck with some bottom of the barrel fridge, but we were wrong.

Helen at Airs steered us towards the LG LFC20760, which has everything we wanted:

  • French doors
  • Freezer on the bottom
  • Comes in plain white (the floor model was stainless steel, but you can't put magnets on a stainless steel refrigerator, which is about 50% of the purpose of a fridge, if you ask me).

We were in fridge heaven!

We had no plans to actually buy a fridge while we were in Airs' lovely Center City showroom, mind you. We just wanted to get our hands on some fridges before we ordered one from the web. However, the price ($1139.95) was better than anything we saw on the internet for the same class of refrigerator and it even included delivery (which none of the places on the web did). Marisa looked at me and said, "Are we going to buy a refrigerator today?" I said, "It sure looks like it!" And so we did.

It'll be delivered on the 18th, and Marisa can't wait. My only question is: what do we buy next?

Newly Cohabitating: Episode 1

As you know, Marisa and I are in the process of moving in together (well, I'm moving a selection of my crap into her place) and so our newest project was born.

I give you Newly Cohabitating: Episode 1. Yes, we've started an audio podcast! If we do it again we'll launch a blog and all that good crap. Give it a listen (it is about 10 minutes long) and let us know if you want more.

So that's what eight pounds of change looks like

Eight Pounds of ChangeI have an uncanny ability to collect staggering amounts of change in short order. Until recently, most of that change ended up scattered across my apartment: on the floor, on top of the fridge, in the cushions of my sofa, on top of the TV... you get the idea. Marisa put a stop to all of that (she demanded that I start putting my change in a bowl, before we were going out even! Shortly thereafter I started putting my change in a bowl).

I have collected just under 8 pounds of change.

I'll wait as you read that again.

Yep, you read that correctly: 8 frickin' pounds of change.

The question is, how much money does 8 pounds of change translate to? That question is difficult to answer since the mix of change can't be determined (8 pounds of silver dollars, one imagines, would be worth more than 8 pounds of pennies), but it is still fun to guess! I'll be cashing in my change tomorrow morning and posting the amount that I get in the afternoon.

My guess is somewhere in the neighborhood of $85. Marisa says $23 (she so totally wrong). What do you think?

Bald cats rejoice

baldkitty.jpgI think that bald cats have suffered for too long! The taunts of shaggy cats as they walk down the street, the hesitant look from people as they reach to scratch the bald kitty's head only to realize there is no fur to scratch. This must be stopped! Thankfully, Kittywigs is here to help!

For the low, low cost of $50 you can get the follically challenged cat in your life a boost of confidence. And really, how can you put a price on kitty love?

I'm available for weddings

weddingscotty.jpgIt is always a nice feeling when you know that someone you care about is very happy. You know the feeling, don't you? A sort of warm, squiggly feeling deep inside of you that let's you know the world isn't half bad. It is not unusual for someone to feel this way at a wedding of a dear friend, and I am happy to report that is just how I felt this past Friday. However, this feeling was amplified because two good friends were getting married... to each other and I can take at some of the credit for it. Thad and Angie (if those are their REAL names) got hitched this past weekend after a 2 year courtship (or there abouts) and I introduced them to one another! Such is the mighty power of the Blankbaby, I tells you! Remember, ladies, I'm still single and I am very fashionable as evidenced by the above picture. Anyone who has encountered Thad and Angie (or Thadgelica as some have called them) over the past year or so could tell that these two wacky kids were meant to be together. I'm just happy they let me participate in their happy day (I was an usher, and I must say that I ush with the best of 'em). The ceremony itself was very nice, though the priest's homily was a little creepy. He managed to bring up pedophilia and having a threesome with Christ in the same homily. It was most impressive. I also nearly managed to make Marisa laugh out loud during the ceremony, which would have been hilarious (to me at least). Other highlights of the evening include:
  • Thad's dad telling me to stop calling his son a jackass
  • Thad's mom saying to me, as she walked out of the church, 'What's going on good looking?' to which I said, 'I'll see YOU later.' and winked at her.
  • Dancing like a fool with Roz, Bart, and Marisa. Roz managed to snap a few shots of Marisa and I making like Fred and Ginger, and me getting up off the floor after doing the worm (I'm a wild man on the dance floor!).
  • Marisa falling in love with, and then absconding with, a pumpkin.
  • Escorting Owen down the aisle.
  • Having Roz tell me that I am handsome with my glases but VERY handsome without (I told her that she should see me without pants... she wasn't interested).
A good time was had by all, and here are my pictures, Roz's pictures, and Marisa's pictures to prove it.

One benefit of the cold

Phillycold030607So it is pretty chilly here in Philly today (Ha! That rhymed). I like the cold, so this doesn't bother me, but many others are not as thrilled by it. The cold did help me out today though.

I stashed a Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper in my bag before I headed out to work. Since I don't drink coffee it is my little pick me up in the morning. When I got to work, the can was nice and chilly.

Thanks, Old Man Winter!

Out of my comfort zone

I'm a big fan of my comfort zone. I love schedules, routines, and clear objectives. They make things so much easier for me. I mean, if you have a hard and fast deadline you know when you need to have something done. When you have a routine you know what should happen and when it should happen (and I think my love of routines is one of the reasons I have, in fact, been getting fit. I had my doubts about whether or not I would actually go to the gym as often as I should. Luckily, I have been).

Sadly, for me, the universe doesn't play by my rules (what up with that, universe? I totally play by your rules. I've never violated the laws of causality, nor have I gone faster than the speed of light. Help a brother out!). Sometimes, it would seem, the only way to get somewhere is to step far, far outside your comfort zone and just do it.

I do not like this one bit.

Leaving my comfort zone frightens me.

I am a weak, weak man.

There should be some sort of company that you can call, and they'll take care of whatever you need to get done. Since I don't think such a company exists (and if they did, I bet they would charge a lot for their services... I would think of them as 'life movers.') I must leave my comfort zone from time to time to accomplish things that I know have to be done.

I know what you're thinking, 'Scott, it is good to leave your comfort zone! That's when the best things in life happen!' Sure, I know that intellectually, but the comfort zone is not a place of reason. The comfort zone is a place where no one judges you, no one says you're wrong, and you know the rules of the realm. Everything outside the comfort zone is the Wild Wild West. You never know when some varmint is going to shoot you and gallop off with your horse.

I have lots of things to do...

But, sadly, I don't want to do any of them. I have been running around all day getting stuff done, but yet there is more to do. I just made a nice to do list (the last refuge of the truly desperate) to help me sort out what exactly needs to get done. I have 21 things that I need to do (and I am sure I am forgetting stuff).

No rest for the wicked, I suppose. Wish me luck!

No water for me

I woke up this morning, nearly on time, to find something that no one ever wants... I have no running water in my apartment. At first I thought it was localized to my bathroom ('Hey,' thought I, 'I can take a bath in the kitchen sink.') but sadly there is no water in my kitchen either.

Here I sit waiting for news or signs of a plumber. Wish me luck.