Not only interwebs, but the return of SPECTACULAR HD to the Gigantic Damn Television, on which I am currently watching Oregon stomp Michigan, and laaaaaaaaughing and laughing.

The only problem is that I think I am going to need a bionic left foot. Anyone have a spare?

I will be moving downstairs all day tomorrow. I had a hell of a long day and only moved shit for an hour tonight, and I’m already wiped out.

I swear to god, when I am done with this move, I’m not moving out of this new place for at least four years or I buy a condo, whichever comes first (which will heavily depend on how the SoCal housing slide and my rise to the upper echelons of Hollywood coincide).

Next post will be whenever I manage to get internet up and running in my new place. Cross your fingers for me that Time Warner Cable actually shows up sometime roughly in their 1-3 appointment range tomorrow.

Moving brings out the big old butch lesbian in me. I mean, not that she had far to come, but for just two examples:

Spackle. I bought spackle. I love spackle. I love the word spackle. I love saying and typing the word spackle. Spackle spackle spackle.

I even love spackling all the holes I’ve placed in the wall, which there are WAY more of than I realized. I guess that’s what framing all your posters and hanging both your guitars and your TV on the wall will do.

Power tools. I get to use my drill to take everything down! With all the spackling I have to do, I now have a legit excuse to buy a power sander! A small one, but still! Power sanding!

It’s a good thing I already packed all my flannel away, or I’d really be a hideous stereotype. At this rate, the haircut I so desperately need will be a mullet.