Category: Daily life

Ch-ch-changes and f-f-fax tones

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It was very, very strange this morning to actually commute to work. For the past five years I’ve been able to walk 5 minutes to my office, but today I had to take the subway. It was only a few stops, but still…it means (gasp!) I can’t go home for lunch.

Eating at my desk instead of on the couch…hmmph. This is not the lifestyle to which I’ve become accustomed…

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Still tired. The cats (or cat, rather; Sonny’s having the time of his life and not whining at all) weren’t so bad last night, but a fax machine called us at midnight and then again at 4 AM. That was a treat. Then, this morning, our stuff is all over the place so our usual morning routine was all disrupted and I couldn’t find anything, resulting in me wearing a belt that doesn’t match my shoes. Oh, the humanity. I’m hoping to get most of the stuff sorted out, set up and put away before I leave on course this weekend.

[tags]new condo, moving, pets, fax machines[/tags]

Little boxes, on the counter, little boxes made of ticky-tacky…

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Yeah, I’m pretty much tired of packing now. We’re almost out of boxes; I’ll have to try to locate some tomorrow. You can barely even walk through the apartment now. Tomorrow I’ll have to take the computer down, tear the desk apart and move stuff into the den just to make some room.

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Bob Ezrin: “Thank God for Trent Reznor.” [via Torontoist]

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I had a chocolate & raspberry crepe this morning, from this place. It were awwwwwwful good.

[tags]moving, bob ezrin, trent reznor, nine inch nails, crepes a gogo[/tags]

Je suis fatigue

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Oh dear, I’ve forgotten to blog. Packing up your life into cardboard will do that, I s’pose. The cats are digging it ’cause they can scale the piles of boxes and crawl into the empty ones. The Dandy Warhols cover of “She Sells Sanctuary” is not as good as I would have thought. Is this week over yet? As nuts as it sounds, I’m kinda having fun ’cause we’re throwing out a whack (a metric whack, not an imperial whack) of stuff. Speaking of that, Duarte, come get your printer. Mogwai‘s Barry Burns thinks it’s high time Keith Richards dies and I can’t say I disagree that strongly. I’m surprised Trom hasn’t called me for more maple leaves yet; he was pretty much mainlining them by the end of the day.

OK, must sleep. I have four hours of meetings tomorrow and (yay) more packing to (yay) do. (yay)

[tags]moving, dandy warhols, mogwai, keith richards, (yay)[/tags]

t-minus-8

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Busy day. I reviewed & submitted my term paper, went for a run, went down to see Nellie at the condo, bought groceries, cleaned the apartment, threw out all the old food in the fridge, packed up all the books and DVDs, answered a bunch of work emails and watched the Raptors beat the Knicks.

Something else I finished up today was loading Nellie’s old MP3 player with country songs. She’s giving it to her mother,who wouldn’t know how to loadit with music, so I pre-loaded it for her. It is the first — and last — time that Alan Jackson will ever touch my hard drive.

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On a completely different note, go read this post by Dave at The Galloping Beaver. It’s the most troubling and illuminating thing you’ll read today.

[tags]moving, the galloping beaver[/tags]

I am Jack's [li] tag

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My life is very, very point form right now. Nellie’s down at the new condo painting while I clean up the mess that has become our old place and write a paper for my class. We were up at 6-something this morning to pick up the car (from Autoshare) and drive to home depot, so the only thing keeping me awake right now is a steady Diet Pepsi drip.

Meanwhile, I have these for you:

OK, back to work.

This sport (bett)ing life

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I tied for 2nd in my NCAA pool, so I get $100. Not bad; if Georgetown had’ve won their game I would’ve made $600. Oh well. I usually finish near the bottom so overall I’m pretty happy. I’m also in 1st in my NHL pool (after a hiccup late last week) and 2nd in my NBA pool.

The Canadiens won tonight, but so did the Leafs. Sigh…you just know it’s going to come down to the final game of the season between Toronto and Montreal, and I’m going to have a heart attack without ever having actually owned our condo. Ragh.

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Shingles all gone now. Still have some marks, and my neck’s still a little sore, but basically I’m at the “now-dead skin falling from my body” phase. Yay!

[tags]ncaa pool, hockey pool, canadiens, leafs, shingles[/tags]

A light at the end of the scabby tunnel

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The shingles are almost gone. I still have the marks on my jaw and a few spots on my neck, and I’m still store, but I’m past the contagious stage. I’m out of the cave tomorrow. Never been so happy to get back to work.

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Two piss-takes which make me very happy: the Quill & Quire’s blog analyzes the self-serving blurbs on Rebecca Eckler’s new book, and Alanis Morissette excoriates Fergie in her version of My Humps.

[tags]shingles, rebecca eckler, alanis morissette, fergie[/tags]

Take that, polar bear cub

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It’s the cutest of all animals cranking up the cute meter even further. Set your adorable threshold to high for otters holding hands.

Between that video and sites like i can has cheezburger, apparently anthropomorphization of animals is my entertainment of choice these days.

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The shingles have moved on to the “throbbing pain” stage. This would explain why the doctor offered me Tylenol3. Guess I should’ve taken that.

[tags]otters holding hands, shingles, trobbing pain[/tags]

It'd better not be flesh-eating disease

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I have a doctor appointment tomorrow, since whatever it is that’s affecting me is getting worse. The sunburn-like pain on the left side of my face and neck has spread to my shoulder blade, as well as to the back and top of my head. In some places it’s actually turned into a rash or something. The thing (it’s too small to call a lump) on the back of my head is still there, and rather painful. My wrist is also really sore, but I think that’s ’cause I had to sleep funny to stay off my left side and jammed it somehow.

I took some off-the-shelf allergy medication today but it didn’t do anything, so the doctor it is. I didn’t sleep well either, between the pain and the partying asshole neighbours, so I now have a tired-headache. I’m going to bed right after the hockey game. Then the doctor tomorrow. The jammed wrist can wait. One thing at a time.

[tags]allergic reaction[/tags]