Wednesday, March 01, 2006

A House Is Just A Cover For Your Stuff


Thanks to George Carlin for his firm grasp of the obvious. He's absolutely correct, though - I've never seen two people accumulate so much sh-... stuff, that is, in three years. I've been throwing out and burning a large variety of detritus for the last month now in anticipation of our move in - count 'em - five days. Yippee!

Moving is always a pile of fun at the best of times, try it at -15 C with heavy snow and a stiff wind. Sometimes I feel like just lying down and letting the elements take their course. It's just like going to sleep, they say, only I'm guessing quite a bit colder and with somewhat more snow. I won't, of course, as I've got to do it all again when we buy a house there. *Sigh*.

People I know think I've lost my edge lately, or seem a bit off. Well, I have, and am, dammit! Try this yourself: Leave your chance at being your own boss, sell the house, pack it all up by yourself with a 7-months-pregnant wife and a dog who's constantly underfoot, in the coldest part of the winter, head for a town you're unfamiliar with and are moving in with your wife's parents (as temporarily as possible). Oh, and throw in a job search when you arrive. No wonder I've lost ten pounds and have an eye twitch and an odd pain in my upper back.


All that said, I am looking forward to not being surrounded by boxes for a while, and it'll be but a memory soon enough... Compared to those left out in the cold in N'Awlins by their own government, I really have nothing to complain about.

9 comments:

Miloj Gack! said...

Well said, my friend. Well said indeed. 2006 will go down in history as the YEAR OF MONUMENTAL CHANGE FOR THOSE WHO ABHOR CHANGE!

Like you and me.

Corvid said...

Thanks, man! I'm as tired of talking about this as most would be of reading about it. I kept the banner "absurdity in news, entertainment, music and life in general" because at some point, things will settle down and we can get back to the business of being sarcastic and ironic bastards.

Mr. Wind said...

You guys are looking too deeply into this. You're not being yourselves here. Why do you think the engine has blown up in your car when the only trouble is the air in your tires?
You've got BENT AIR, not flat tires. You take that bent air outta there and you replace it with some good round air - you'll see that it's not all that bad, just a little detour to the straight air depot is all you need.
I say we all meet up on Elgin Street for a litte refresher course on sarcastic wit and beer consumption.

Agreed?

Miloj Gack! said...

You drive, Mr "I have a company gas card". *insert Brad Bitt-styled epithet here*

Corvid said...

Bas'nerds. Make it a weekend when I can travel and you's gots yerself a deal.

Miloj Gack! said...

Well, I wasn't gong to say anything, but, you need to ride on the roof-racks then. You have a funky body-odour thing going on. Looks like the end of March weekend would be the trick.

Miloj Gack! said...

Going. Going. Not gong.

Corvid said...

I'm still wondering who Brad "Bitt" is. F*ckers.

Miloj Gack! said...

He makes gongs. Dwarf gongs.