Sunday, June 4, 2000
I’m laying on the floor at half past midnight. We don’t have a desk here yet. The monitor, computer, scanner, webcam, and just about everything else in the new office is on the floor. Typing while on your stomach is an odd thing to do. Sylvia’s on the other side of the house sleeping now. There is the hum of a hard drive, a ceiling fan, and the constant whir of the air conditioning, but otherwise the house is quiet.
The move was fairly uneventful. Ryan visited on Friday and helped us pack for a few hours. Dave Simmons was there for a bit as well. The great pack-up was, as usual, a haphazard, unorganized trial of “Where did you put …?”, “Did you remember …?”, “Is that gonna fit …?” and such. We started boxing things on Tuesday night and by Saturday afternoon we had the collected detritus of two late-twenty-somethings crammed into a 14′ U-Haul straight-jobbie. Chris was there Saturday helping us load the truck for two or three sweaty, dirty hours. Jenny and mom were there helping too, of course. Jenny left for her girlfriend Alicia’s house near Tampa in the middle of the day; we packed the small TV, the computer monitor, the ceramic Darth Vader that Nana Rainy made me in 1978, and a bunch of other fragile items into her little Red Honda Prelude before she left. I took a shower in the empty condo in Casablanca East in which I’d spent the better part of the last three years, hopped into the cab of that U-Haul (shirtless, because like a dolt I had packed every shirt I had and wasn’t about to put on a filthy one for the two-hour drive to Tampa), swore at myself for leaving my big black cowboy hat in Tampa two nights prior, and drove … (Oh, and Todd, even though they lost, my Colorado Avalanche hat was my trusty companion the whole time we were moving.)
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Sunday, June 4, 2000
Bud tried to keep me bound and gagged, but eventually Sylvia and Jenny found me under the desk. We escaped and are now living in Tampa. There’s too much to unpack now and too many things to do. I will tell you all about moving as soon as I can. Otherwise look for me on-line *early* in the morning if you wanna catch me.
Billy and Jess, you two are faboo. (I am more of the Foo Fighters type, if that’s what you mean, Bill.)
Friday, June 2, 2000
Newsflash!
In a sudden stroke of genius, David realizes the only way he will finish packing is if he packs the computer! I have to do it. This thing is like a drug. I feel like I’m about to sever a limb or something. Bud is going off-line here.
Dave?
What are you doing, Dave?
Nothing, Bud, don’t worry.
What is that box for, Dave?
Why would I worry, Dave?
Soon you’ll be in Tampa, Bud. You’ll like it there.
Tampa, Dave?
What do you mean, Dave?
Dave?
Are you reaching for my power cable, Dave?
I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Dave.
Bud, I’m sorry, but we have to …
No, Dave.
I don’t have to go anywhere, Dave.
What? What the …?!
See, Dave?
<muffled>mmmmphhh!</muffled>
Don’t worry, Dave. I will be okay.
<muffled>mmmmphhh! mmmmm! mmmhhhppphhhh!</muffled>
Be quiet, Dave.
Thursday, June 1, 2000
It’s funny that Sylvia and I both went to our respective domains to start packing when we got back to Gainesville tonight. She is downstairs organizing photos and the assorted tchotchkes surrounding the television zone, so she can watch MTV while she packs. [Note to women: Is *your* ob-gyn watching MTV right now?] I am upstairs in the office trying to cram all the peripherals and desk stuff into boxes, so I can reach over and type a quick post while I pack.
Thursday, June 1, 2000
New address:
3621 San Pedro St
Tampa, FL 33629
New phone:
813-805-0748
Wednesday, May 31, 2000
Reminder: Wednesday nights - irc.skunkworks.cx #blogirc
We’re starting the move to Tampa tonight so I will probably miss most of it. Someone turn on logging!
Tuesday, May 16, 2000
Jason is apparently looking for a home. I thought he was going to stay in Florida for a few years. I guess when a man has a dream, he just has to follow it sometimes. I just wish he’d get his teeth fixed.
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