There's a special circle of Hell reserved for people like me. It's going to be awesome!

I kind of hate you, you know that?

Mr. Bento

10.1.07
Originally uploaded by trappedinabay.

I've joined the Mr. Bento Porn pool on Flickr. It's great fun, and an excellent exercise in mindful eating over indiscriminate munching. This container, just slightly bigger than a thermos, holds perfect portions of wonderful treats.

Today I couldn't wait until lunchtime. It was all gone by 10:30. :(

Is this a photo of Prince Harry with a wine glass held to his nipple by suction?



Why yes, yes it is.



(Laughing my ass off over here.)

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.

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.

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.

My mom is in Seattle, attending an extended family reunion. She was telling me bragging about how nice the weather is there - in the low 70's, breezy - and after I said (jokingly, of course), "Screw you! It got to 100 today!", my very-Christian aunt said that I talk like a New Yucker.

New Yucker.