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MOVE IT ON OVER
And we’re back. More or less. Did you miss me, Internets?
[Teh Internets blinks. “You were gone?”]
No surprise. I turned on the Internet yesterday and the first thing I saw was the chair of the Georgia Republican Party declaring John McCain the new Jesus.
I’m not kidding.
So clearly you’ve had plenty of other things to keep you entertained.
Right.
The story so far:
Spent Saturday and Sunday and most of Monday morning packing frantically with a 100º fever and whacked out on high-quality prescription medicine, whilst almost calling the whole thing off after a near-fatal argument with the landlord’s brother over a bad wax job.
Monday, we relocated Team Def HQ to an undisclosed location on the other side of Disco Bay. It rained all day. For effect.
We’ve been spending the last couple of nights sleeping on futon mattresses in the old flat (which we don’t have to surrender to the new owners until Friday) because we had to wait for the new toilets to be installed. The cement dried this morning, so with any luck I’ll be sleeping in my own bed tonight.
In the meantime, we have no Internets, as we ripped out all the modems in the old place, and the Installation Si-fu won’t be ready to install them in the new place until tomorrow. Which is why I’m posting from public hot spots between now and then. I could post at work, of course, but that’s a felony these days, I believe. Yes. Under the Patriot Act, if I’m not mistaken. So is stealing yr neighbor’s Wi-Fi, which I’d be doing now if my neighbors hadn’t learned how to tick the security box in their access point setup wizard. Progress has a price, after all.
Meanwhile, we’ve much yet to do. Like sell/dump/set fire to all the stuff we didn’t move. Then there’s the unpacking. You know that final scene in Raiders Of The Lost Ark? The one in the govt warehouse full of crates? Imagine all those boxes crammed into about 850 square feet of space. That’s what the inside of the new flat looks like right now.
On the bright side, my fever’s gone and I still have medication left. I plan to wash it down with the rest of the cheap Scotch after we finish unpacking. To celebrate.
But not now. Much to do.
I’m about a mover,
This is dF
[Teh Internets blinks. “You were gone?”]
No surprise. I turned on the Internet yesterday and the first thing I saw was the chair of the Georgia Republican Party declaring John McCain the new Jesus.
I’m not kidding.
So clearly you’ve had plenty of other things to keep you entertained.
Right.
The story so far:
Spent Saturday and Sunday and most of Monday morning packing frantically with a 100º fever and whacked out on high-quality prescription medicine, whilst almost calling the whole thing off after a near-fatal argument with the landlord’s brother over a bad wax job.
Monday, we relocated Team Def HQ to an undisclosed location on the other side of Disco Bay. It rained all day. For effect.
We’ve been spending the last couple of nights sleeping on futon mattresses in the old flat (which we don’t have to surrender to the new owners until Friday) because we had to wait for the new toilets to be installed. The cement dried this morning, so with any luck I’ll be sleeping in my own bed tonight.
In the meantime, we have no Internets, as we ripped out all the modems in the old place, and the Installation Si-fu won’t be ready to install them in the new place until tomorrow. Which is why I’m posting from public hot spots between now and then. I could post at work, of course, but that’s a felony these days, I believe. Yes. Under the Patriot Act, if I’m not mistaken. So is stealing yr neighbor’s Wi-Fi, which I’d be doing now if my neighbors hadn’t learned how to tick the security box in their access point setup wizard. Progress has a price, after all.
Meanwhile, we’ve much yet to do. Like sell/dump/set fire to all the stuff we didn’t move. Then there’s the unpacking. You know that final scene in Raiders Of The Lost Ark? The one in the govt warehouse full of crates? Imagine all those boxes crammed into about 850 square feet of space. That’s what the inside of the new flat looks like right now.
On the bright side, my fever’s gone and I still have medication left. I plan to wash it down with the rest of the cheap Scotch after we finish unpacking. To celebrate.
But not now. Much to do.
I’m about a mover,
This is dF
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best of luck with your new place!
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