i love glitter, kittens and metal.
i’ve packed (and moved, unpacked, brought back again and repacked) dozens of boxes. i’ve thrown out so many bags full of broken, ripped or otherwise unusable stuff. i’ve recycled 100 pounds of magazines, donated 5 bags of clothes. i’ve taken down all my pictures and paintings, and peeled the blik decal off my living room wall. anna and i have taken so many carloads of crap to the gingerbread house, and last night we roped cliff in (with his truck) and borrowed kim’s truck and took a total of 5 loads from mclean to arlington.
there’s still so much crap. tonight we’ll have an f-250 and tony to help, and i hope beyond hope that this is the last of it. (it isn’t.)
things i’ve learned from this move:
the next time i have to do this i’m just going to get a huge u-haul, bribe 5 or 6 beefy friends to help and move everything in one horrible day. or fuck it, pay someone to do it all for me.
anyway. housewarming party soon!!!1! (don’t bring anything that can’t be consumed.)
SteamPunk Mech 4 (via Monstrphil)
This is made out of paper! PAPER! Photographer, Elisa Lazo de Valdez’ husband made this. (I’m sorry I don’t know his name, maybe it’s Phil, based on his Flickr name?)
From this photo’s description:
“All paper put together with white and hot glue. She stands 11 inches tall and it took about 30 hours to complete. I modeled the mech off an old Pennsylvania Iron Horse from the mid 1800s. I still need to go back and add the final bars and paint.”
Amazing.
holy shit. i’d like to see this guy do steampunk AT-ATs!
#1: telling people they didn’t get the job. i dread those calls for the same reasons i end up enjoying them— i like the people we interview. but while i hate being the bearer of bad news, talking to nice people on the phone is never that bad. they almost always say positive things about our company and their experience, and sometimes they say embarrassingly nice things about working with me.
as tough and as stressful as my job can be sometimes, it’s still an awesome company and apparently i’m pretty okay at what i do. that feels like victory.
- anna and i are moving to a little bungalow in arlington that has a sign out front that reads “the gingerbread house”. it’s pretty cute and the yard is great. come over! (after june 15)
- my ankle is still sprained. it still hurts, it’s still swollen. it still sucks.
- moving sucks. packing is annoying, cleaning is super annoying, and throwing away/donating tons of stuff is—well, that part’s okay i guess.
- my laptop is still only partly functional. i need nerd help, pls.
- work has been super busy since april and will likely be super busy until august (at least). i would like to take a real vacation this summer but i don’t see that happening. def will be taking weekend trips to the beach, though.
- conan o’brien just did a bit on the tonight show called “trull busters” where he pretended to have a tonight show correspondent take a prat fall behind dc-area newscaster (cbs, channel 9) armando trull doing a stand up in front of a metro station, ruining the shot. armando trull used to work with my dad at UPI radio. i never liked him.
- chelsea handler’s books (“my horizontal life”, “are you there vodka? it’s me, chelsea”) are so crazy funny. i rarely laugh out loud while reading but holy god—how can you resist this?
“I think we can all agree that sleeping around is a great way to meet people. Furthermore, sleeping around with midgets is a great way to meet midgets.
The great thing about sleeping with a midget is that first you get to have sex with them and then you can use them as a pillow. Those little midgets have it so easy. Sometimes, when I see one, I want to chase it. I don’t want to scare them, but I want to hold them and cuddle them. Mostly I would like one for the carpool lane.
I guess what I’m trying to say is this: If you want something bad enough, you just have to go after it.” (and then she talks about her one night stand with a midget from cleveland who was working as a waiter in mexico while taking a year off after finishing mortuary school, but i’m too tired to type it up. borrow the books from me, you’ll die.)
- my cats are cute.
- i came home from work today to find my fridge and my stove pulled out into the middle of my kitchen. the stuff that had been stored neatly on the top of the fridge was strewn across the counters. nothing was missing, nothing was out of place aside from the insanity in the kitchen, but there was no explanation, no note from the apt complex, no one had called to let me know they needed to access my apartment, and i got no response when i called the office (“someone will call you back immediately,” they said. it’s been six hours. we have different definitions of ‘immediately’.) since i’m moving out and i’m hopeful to get my sizable security deposit back i’d really prefer not to get into a crazy dispute with them, but jesus wtf? (i should note that on previous occasions when people from the apt complex entered my apt in my absence for maintenance things, they drank an entire bottle of prescription cough medicine and stole half a bottle of muscle relaxers. they are a-holes.)
- i have a bunch of work to do and it’s 12:45am. gotta get it done so i can go to bed. gnight moonies.
wwok!
