Post-Cleaning Grumpery

Cleaning has ceased for the time being. The worst of it is done; now it's more a matter of finding a place to *put* everything. As a result, I'd like to ask the world at large to stop giving me things that take up space. I've made this request before, and it's gone largely unnoticed. This is why I dislike Christmas so much: I don't want anything.

Except food and computer upgrades. Heh.

Presently on my to-do list:

• Get a chair. This new bed is glorious but I cannot type or game at this relative height.
• Cull the remaining hoard of shite. I do not care if someone just got me something; if I have no use for it, it has no place here. Space is more valuable.
• Throw away my bloody CD jewel cases. Honestly, what are they even good for?
  
• Finally cash in on Tak's offer of computer upgrades. Will very likely pitch in myself and get a new setup altogether; something in this one is dying, and that simply will not do.
• Install and figure out how to use Illustrator. Har har.
• Finish the two active commissions I have and take the one waiting in the wings.
• Move the stuff in this room around. Remember what I said about needing a chair? There's nowhere to put one right now. *grumble*

And to think that I laughed when they said that Capricorns started off as packrats and then threw everything away for the sake of minimalism later on...

My Phone is Filing a Restraining Order

I've several things to mention:

Firstly, that Abney Park's "She" is a delightfully bittersweet and utterly addictive bit of music.

Secondly, that there is no greater hilarity in WoW than staging an excursion and making one's way into the ruins of Dire Maul in character, right down to unlocking the doors... and then getting a faceful of wall and an "additional instances cannot be launched at this time". Can't speak for Ms. Kos' colleague, but I was dying of laughter.

Finally, I've been cleaning for about twelve hours. Some notes regarding the highlights of the evening:


9:30 P.M. - Mothers are greeting dishes in much the same fashion as one does a friend they've not seen in years.

10 P.M. - Had to explain that the loud thumping noises emanating from the basement were a result of my beating clothes against the washer to get the dust off prior to washing. In retrospect, am contemplating doing laundry on a slightly more regular basis.

12:30 A.M. - ShopVac attempted to eat a fingerless glove. Have administered Heimlich and am now chastising it for poor dietary habits.

1 A.M. - ShopVac has made a second attempt at fellating the phone cord. Fairly certain that the phone cord was not particularly happy about this, going by what sounded like a high-pitched shriek of horror.

1:15 A.M. - ...that had better have been a shriek of horror.