My triumphant return to the internet
Over the course of the last two weeks, we've moved from our old house to a slightly smaller one just around the corner. During this process, I was completely without internet at home. So, I scraped by with the barest necessities, relying on work for my internet access, much as our ancestors must have. However, I'm finally reconnected, and have a couple weeks' and some moderately major life events' worth of LJ entries built up.
Firstly, I have decided that I will never move again. I hate moving, so I'm just not going to do it anymore. Should I get into grad school somewhere that's too far away to commute to from here, I will just sell all my stuff and buy new stuff when I get there. I didn't mind it so much last time-- I had only one carload of stuff, and was unemployed before and after the move. Moving an entire household while attempting not to miss any beats at a more-than-full-time job is an entirely different animal-- a snarling, evil animal that hasn't eaten in weeks.
Second, proving that I have learned nothing from the sentiments expressed above, I pretty much immediately began to acquire household goods. My first purchase was a vacuum, which inspired some fairly scary feelings. For example, I got quite a kick at how efficiently the new model picked up even large dirt particles. I smiled as I noticed that its extra-long cord allowed me to clean two rooms without unplugging. If someone could provide me with a vodka martini, a box of bon-bons, and a subscription to Soap Opera Digest, I'd appreciate it. If I have, as it seems, turned in to a '50's housewife, I should at least enjoy the perks.
Actually, I don't feel that emasculated by my vacuum-inspired pride. It helps if you think of it as a power tool for house-cleaning. Some of my other purchases, though, were more worrisome: A shower curtain and a shower curtain liner, for example. Casual china. I now own casual. fucking. china.
Finally, Trey's new set-up in Atlanta has the side effect of allowing me to take the very final step in to full-blown dorkdom. Yes, there is a step left that I haven't taken: attending a convention. I've always been stymied by a lack of geographical proximity to the major dork gatherings. But, this weekend, DragonCon happens in Atlanta. It's geek potpourri: Star Wars, Star Trek, Dune, RPGs, Buffy. The highlight, for me, will probably be the presence of Joss Whedon and most of the Firefly cast, with the possibility of catching a preview showing of Serenity. It should be a blast-- see my thought on midnight opening below. Conventions are similar, only way, way bigger.
Firstly, I have decided that I will never move again. I hate moving, so I'm just not going to do it anymore. Should I get into grad school somewhere that's too far away to commute to from here, I will just sell all my stuff and buy new stuff when I get there. I didn't mind it so much last time-- I had only one carload of stuff, and was unemployed before and after the move. Moving an entire household while attempting not to miss any beats at a more-than-full-time job is an entirely different animal-- a snarling, evil animal that hasn't eaten in weeks.
Second, proving that I have learned nothing from the sentiments expressed above, I pretty much immediately began to acquire household goods. My first purchase was a vacuum, which inspired some fairly scary feelings. For example, I got quite a kick at how efficiently the new model picked up even large dirt particles. I smiled as I noticed that its extra-long cord allowed me to clean two rooms without unplugging. If someone could provide me with a vodka martini, a box of bon-bons, and a subscription to Soap Opera Digest, I'd appreciate it. If I have, as it seems, turned in to a '50's housewife, I should at least enjoy the perks.
Actually, I don't feel that emasculated by my vacuum-inspired pride. It helps if you think of it as a power tool for house-cleaning. Some of my other purchases, though, were more worrisome: A shower curtain and a shower curtain liner, for example. Casual china. I now own casual. fucking. china.
Finally, Trey's new set-up in Atlanta has the side effect of allowing me to take the very final step in to full-blown dorkdom. Yes, there is a step left that I haven't taken: attending a convention. I've always been stymied by a lack of geographical proximity to the major dork gatherings. But, this weekend, DragonCon happens in Atlanta. It's geek potpourri: Star Wars, Star Trek, Dune, RPGs, Buffy. The highlight, for me, will probably be the presence of Joss Whedon and most of the Firefly cast, with the possibility of catching a preview showing of Serenity. It should be a blast-- see my thought on midnight opening below. Conventions are similar, only way, way bigger.