The thing about having a 6'x6' bookshelf that holds your whole life is that it takes a hell of a long to time to pack up. There's always stuff hiding in it that you don't remember stuffing in. On the plus side, there are now some big boxes full of belongings sitting against my wall. I'm in that overly optimistic place where I'm under the impression that I'm much farther along than I am. Today I got off to a late start, but I also can see myself continuing on and off until 1 or 2 AM. The bedroom really needs to go next, particularly because I need to sort through a ton of clothes and shoes and decide what to keep. Hilariously, some of what's happening is just consolidating boxes that are still intact from the last move. God, I'd better not doing this again a year from now.
Tabs mini-party!
skew_whiff, I really feel like you are the person who needs to know about this, if you don't already: Rick Warden, in a bear suit, singing badly and rocking out in a van on the highway. It was even filmed in 2001, so he's particularly, unnervingly Welshesque. (Via the amazing elodiek)
indy_go showed me this recently, and I cannot. stop. staring. Surprise!Jon Lovitz is just lurking.
I have discovered my stash of tights with runs in them (i.e., most of them), and so really want to try making this.
The "Why There Is No Jewish Narnia" guy continues to completely miss the point.
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