Moved!
So I'm typing this from the new apartment. I love the world right now. I have less than a third of the stuff I had at the old space, and 5/6ths of the space. Equally important, more of the space is usable. (Call it 95% usable here, to say 85% there) Bekah's asleep on the futon, and the cats on her hip, they snore in unison. Today was not a bad day.
This last week has been hellish, but it's nice to be on the reward side. Balderhodur and his lovely came over this weekend to collect items of some relevance, and for a ritual that is beginning to feel as old as time itself. The dismantling of a certain bunkbed set. I think he and I have bonded more over the swearing that is inspired by that bunkbed than anything except possibly an addiction to gaming. Of course it could simply have been his living with me for a while that did the bonding. In any event, because he is the only brother I have available, I feel I should offer warning. They are coming. He'll figure it out I'm sure.
I've had a chance to plot the dnd one shots I'm going to be running this summer. I haven't decided if I'm going to summarize them online, although I'm fairly sure I'm going to run multiple groups through them, so some stories should result. If I decide to be non-lazy and sindicate (I know how to spell it, but typing up dnd reports is a sin) would the consensus reality that observes my livejournal prefer them behind livejournal cuts and edited for brevity, or in word from a friendslocked URL? As the lovely Wif seems to have plenty of bandwidth to spare, hosting shouldn't be an issue. Let me know.
The movers came and robbed my apartment, then they charged me for it. That's how it felt. Six slightly built young fellows in various garb entered, removed all the furniture as dead lifts (including the chest, the futon, the armoire, the queen bed, etc) and carted it down the stairs. I immediately made plans to purchase renter's insurance, as it was clear that all my stuff could be removed with six slightly built young fellows in about an hour, and that said young fellows would subcontract without any problem at all. Amusing as the mild paranoia of moving was, the movers were simply amazing.
After the movers, I thought I was impressed for the day. Luckily our piano movers were there to slake my thirst for adrenaline. I'm very protective of that upright, so seeing them pick it up, then casually walk out with it like it weighed nothing, was...disturbing. Am I the only full-grown adult male that doesn't dead-lift five-hundred pound objects daily? I wrote them the check without a second thought, and when the head mover, whose crew stopped to watch two adult men carry a piano like a spine-injury victim, asked "Why didn't you have us move that". I pointed to the 55 year old gentleman and said, "Mr Goulca's been moving pianos for my family for a very long time. We're close." I felt like I'd stepped out of the sopranos.
Apologies if this rambles; I'm writing this so I don't forget the day, not as a report, so it needs to be in the stream of conciousness style. I may tidy it up some later.
This last week has been hellish, but it's nice to be on the reward side. Balderhodur and his lovely came over this weekend to collect items of some relevance, and for a ritual that is beginning to feel as old as time itself. The dismantling of a certain bunkbed set. I think he and I have bonded more over the swearing that is inspired by that bunkbed than anything except possibly an addiction to gaming. Of course it could simply have been his living with me for a while that did the bonding. In any event, because he is the only brother I have available, I feel I should offer warning. They are coming. He'll figure it out I'm sure.
I've had a chance to plot the dnd one shots I'm going to be running this summer. I haven't decided if I'm going to summarize them online, although I'm fairly sure I'm going to run multiple groups through them, so some stories should result. If I decide to be non-lazy and sindicate (I know how to spell it, but typing up dnd reports is a sin) would the consensus reality that observes my livejournal prefer them behind livejournal cuts and edited for brevity, or in word from a friendslocked URL? As the lovely Wif seems to have plenty of bandwidth to spare, hosting shouldn't be an issue. Let me know.
The movers came and robbed my apartment, then they charged me for it. That's how it felt. Six slightly built young fellows in various garb entered, removed all the furniture as dead lifts (including the chest, the futon, the armoire, the queen bed, etc) and carted it down the stairs. I immediately made plans to purchase renter's insurance, as it was clear that all my stuff could be removed with six slightly built young fellows in about an hour, and that said young fellows would subcontract without any problem at all. Amusing as the mild paranoia of moving was, the movers were simply amazing.
After the movers, I thought I was impressed for the day. Luckily our piano movers were there to slake my thirst for adrenaline. I'm very protective of that upright, so seeing them pick it up, then casually walk out with it like it weighed nothing, was...disturbing. Am I the only full-grown adult male that doesn't dead-lift five-hundred pound objects daily? I wrote them the check without a second thought, and when the head mover, whose crew stopped to watch two adult men carry a piano like a spine-injury victim, asked "Why didn't you have us move that". I pointed to the 55 year old gentleman and said, "Mr Goulca's been moving pianos for my family for a very long time. We're close." I felt like I'd stepped out of the sopranos.
Apologies if this rambles; I'm writing this so I don't forget the day, not as a report, so it needs to be in the stream of conciousness style. I may tidy it up some later.