Last night in a herculean effort to avoid more unpacking, I was doing some light word-nerd reading and I came across a reference to the origin of emoticons. It turns out that the 25th anniversary of the first emoticon is in a few weeks. How much do you want to bet that some geeks somewhere are planning a party?
...I kinda wish I was invited.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Just came back from dropping off the Penske truck and getting a late breakfast at a diner. The move was fairly smooth. One of the mover guys dropped a box of glasses and four of them broke, but the good news is that none of them were irreplaceable and the glasses that I really like that were in that box are fine. We also got a ticket for parking a commercial truck on a residential street - which is completely retarded. How are you supposed to move your stuff into an apartment if you're not allowed to park by it? Apparently you're supposed to park on a commercial street with parking meters, but it's a really dumb law. Oh well, I'm writing it off as another moving expense.
A bunch of furniture was delivered from Ikea on Friday, and Frank spent most of the day assembling it. Three bookcases for his records (which are now off the floor, and the ugly mail crates are gone, hooray), two bookcases for books, a bookcase for dvds, and a little stand for the tv and dvd player. Yesterday after the mover guys were done, we took the big Penske truck to the mall so we could pick up some stuff at Bed Bath & Beyond and then buy a giant bag of cat food and several boxes of litter at Target. Lugging cat litter in the city might be my least favorite chore.
The kitties are shut up in the bedroom with a litter box & food & water, and so far they seem uninterested in trying to get out. They spent most of the day hiding under the bed, as expected, but now they're starting to explore a little bit. Bruce - Frank's cat - has been camped out by the bedroom door, watching for his chance to sneak in. He's been sniffing at the cracks and meowing, and both Agape and Walter have sniffed at Bruce through the door. Apparently you're supposed to let the cats smell each other and get used to each other's scents before you introduce them face-to-face. So we'll probably keep the girls in the room for another few days at least.
The apartment is basically a disaster area - boxes and bags of stuff all over the place, with narrow aisles so you can get from one room to another. But I'm too tired to really do much about it just yet. My major project for the afternoon will be to unpack my clothes and get them squared away. After that, it's all just books and kitchen stuff and miscellaneous crap.
Bruce, by the way, chewed a hole in the bottom of the giant bag of cat food. The little shit.
A bunch of furniture was delivered from Ikea on Friday, and Frank spent most of the day assembling it. Three bookcases for his records (which are now off the floor, and the ugly mail crates are gone, hooray), two bookcases for books, a bookcase for dvds, and a little stand for the tv and dvd player. Yesterday after the mover guys were done, we took the big Penske truck to the mall so we could pick up some stuff at Bed Bath & Beyond and then buy a giant bag of cat food and several boxes of litter at Target. Lugging cat litter in the city might be my least favorite chore.
The kitties are shut up in the bedroom with a litter box & food & water, and so far they seem uninterested in trying to get out. They spent most of the day hiding under the bed, as expected, but now they're starting to explore a little bit. Bruce - Frank's cat - has been camped out by the bedroom door, watching for his chance to sneak in. He's been sniffing at the cracks and meowing, and both Agape and Walter have sniffed at Bruce through the door. Apparently you're supposed to let the cats smell each other and get used to each other's scents before you introduce them face-to-face. So we'll probably keep the girls in the room for another few days at least.
The apartment is basically a disaster area - boxes and bags of stuff all over the place, with narrow aisles so you can get from one room to another. But I'm too tired to really do much about it just yet. My major project for the afternoon will be to unpack my clothes and get them squared away. After that, it's all just books and kitchen stuff and miscellaneous crap.
Bruce, by the way, chewed a hole in the bottom of the giant bag of cat food. The little shit.
Just came back from dropping off the Penske truck and getting a late breakfast at a diner. The move was fairly smooth. One of the mover guys dropped a box of glasses and four of them broke, but the good news is that none of them were irreplaceable and the glasses that I really like that were in that box are fine. We also got a ticket for parking a commercial truck on a residential street - which is completely retarded. How are you supposed to move your stuff into an apartment if you're not allowed to park by it? Apparently you're supposed to park on a commercial street with parking meters, but it's a really dumb law. Oh well, I'm writing it off as another moving expense.
A bunch of furniture was delivered from Ikea on Friday, and Frank spent most of the day assembling it. Three bookcases for his records (which are now off the floor, and the ugly mail crates are gone, hooray), two bookcases for books, a bookcase for dvds, and a little stand for the tv and dvd player. Yesterday after the mover guys were done, we took the big Penske truck to the mall so we could pick up some stuff at Bed Bath & Beyond and then buy a giant bag of cat food and several boxes of litter at Target. Lugging cat litter in the city might be my least favorite chore.
The kitties are shut up in the bedroom with a litter box & food & water, and so far they seem uninterested in trying to get out. They spent most of the day hiding under the bed, as expected, but now they're starting to explore a little bit. Bruce - Frank's cat - has been camped out by the bedroom door, watching for his chance to sneak in. He's been sniffing at the cracks and meowing, and both Agape and Walter have sniffed at Bruce through the door. Apparently you're supposed to let the cats smell each other and get used to each other's scents before you introduce them face-to-face. So we'll probably keep the girls in the room for another few days at least.
The apartment is basically a disaster area - boxes and bags of stuff all over the place, with narrow aisles so you can get from one room to another. But I'm too tired to really do much about it just yet. My major project for the afternoon will be to unpack my clothes and get them squared away. After that, it's all just books and kitchen stuff and miscellaneous crap.
Bruce, by the way, chewed a hole in the bottom of the giant bag of cat food. The little shit.
A bunch of furniture was delivered from Ikea on Friday, and Frank spent most of the day assembling it. Three bookcases for his records (which are now off the floor, and the ugly mail crates are gone, hooray), two bookcases for books, a bookcase for dvds, and a little stand for the tv and dvd player. Yesterday after the mover guys were done, we took the big Penske truck to the mall so we could pick up some stuff at Bed Bath & Beyond and then buy a giant bag of cat food and several boxes of litter at Target. Lugging cat litter in the city might be my least favorite chore.
The kitties are shut up in the bedroom with a litter box & food & water, and so far they seem uninterested in trying to get out. They spent most of the day hiding under the bed, as expected, but now they're starting to explore a little bit. Bruce - Frank's cat - has been camped out by the bedroom door, watching for his chance to sneak in. He's been sniffing at the cracks and meowing, and both Agape and Walter have sniffed at Bruce through the door. Apparently you're supposed to let the cats smell each other and get used to each other's scents before you introduce them face-to-face. So we'll probably keep the girls in the room for another few days at least.
The apartment is basically a disaster area - boxes and bags of stuff all over the place, with narrow aisles so you can get from one room to another. But I'm too tired to really do much about it just yet. My major project for the afternoon will be to unpack my clothes and get them squared away. After that, it's all just books and kitchen stuff and miscellaneous crap.
Bruce, by the way, chewed a hole in the bottom of the giant bag of cat food. The little shit.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
moving
My apartment is in chaos. Most of my things are in boxes, which are piled haphazardly in every spare nook and cranny of the living room. The rest of my things are piled on various flat surfaces in very broad categories, waiting for more empty boxes to arrive. These categories make sense to me, but I wouldn't be able to explain them to anyone else (why does the wooden wind chime belong in the same category as the glass measuring cup? Shhh, just trust me).
My roommate's patience with the chaos is wearing thin, but she can stuff it. [Have I told you that she throws a fit if you leave anything - anything - on the coffee table? She's a nut.]
On Friday, the new furniture from Ikea will be delivered to Frank's apartment. In flat boxes. Needing to be assembled. I kind of hate assembling furniture.
Saturday morning, I'm picking up a rental truck, but the truck rental place is nowhere near a subway stop, so in order to get there, I'll have to call a car service. (As someone who used to have a car, it drives me nuts to have to call a car so that I can rent a truck.)
Sometime after that, the moving dudes should arrive to take care of the heavy lifting.
On Thursday, or maybe on Sunday, some lady from Craigslist is coming by my place to inspect and hopefully purchase my enormous stereo that I never use.
Somewhere in this whole process - not sure when - we're going to move my kitties and begin introducing them to Frank's kitty. Hopefully they'll like each other, or at least not try to kill each other and destroy the apartment in the process.
My roommate's patience with the chaos is wearing thin, but she can stuff it. [Have I told you that she throws a fit if you leave anything - anything - on the coffee table? She's a nut.]
On Friday, the new furniture from Ikea will be delivered to Frank's apartment. In flat boxes. Needing to be assembled. I kind of hate assembling furniture.
Saturday morning, I'm picking up a rental truck, but the truck rental place is nowhere near a subway stop, so in order to get there, I'll have to call a car service. (As someone who used to have a car, it drives me nuts to have to call a car so that I can rent a truck.)
Sometime after that, the moving dudes should arrive to take care of the heavy lifting.
On Thursday, or maybe on Sunday, some lady from Craigslist is coming by my place to inspect and hopefully purchase my enormous stereo that I never use.
Somewhere in this whole process - not sure when - we're going to move my kitties and begin introducing them to Frank's kitty. Hopefully they'll like each other, or at least not try to kill each other and destroy the apartment in the process.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
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