March 19th, 2003

tragic moof

moving fun

Phoebe and I swapped bedrooms today - I'm now in the master bedroom, she in the front bedroom. I mostly had to get all my crap into boxes, and I have an awful lot of crap; she doesn't have much in the way of Stuff, but she had the Difficult to Move headboard to make up for it. Still need to move the stuff from the bathrooms around, and haul the desks into the bedrooms; that'll require me crawling under the house to string ethernet underneath. Fun will be had by all - after all, how can you NOT have fun in a crawlspace?

The only ickiness from all of this is that when I turned my futon over in preparation to move it, I found a gigantic wet spot on the underside that had mouldered in various different colors. Bleaaaaah. Fortunately, craigslist has lots of people selling off their futons for cheap.

And to follow up to my last entry: a transcript of Robin Cook's resignation speech; it includes such tidbits as

What has come to trouble me most over past weeks is the suspicion that if the hanging chads in Florida had gone the other way and Al Gore had been elected, we would not now be about to commit British troops.
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