the big move

Sigh. Confluence of events means I'm moving stuff by myself, although there are two offers of reinforcements later this afternoon so I'll leave the blanket box 'til then, maybe. Two carloads so far, and I figure without another car I'll be doing another three or four runs. Trying to figure out what way around to put the front room; I have a choice of two blank walls to use as a projection screen, but one would require me to have my back to the fireplace, and the other has a heater against it so I'd have to put the media stack off to one side for when I'm not using the projector. Oh, the difficulties of the single overprovided-with-toys geek. My one major doubt - the yappy dog upstairs - seems to be a non-doubt. Sure, the dog barks whenever the gate bangs shut, but he soon stops, and it doesn't seem to be a big deal anyway. Time will tell, I guess. Once I've this place fully cleared, I gotta do a top-to-bottom cleanup - hoovering, dusting, etc. sinc e I don't want to give my present landlord any excuse to hang onto my deposit.

and in other news

We were beaten by Australia in the RWC, but only just. This lines us up against France in the quarter finals, which is going to be a tough match, but not as daunting as it would have been a few years back.

and one more

(I'm not listening to kielbasa over and over, just that XMMS is stopped) Last night on my way to the pub I passed a few kids doing all the things with fireworks which result in serious injury: firing them at each other, going back to lit fireworks, and firing intended-for-airborne fireworks along the ground. One of the kids was wearing a full-face balaclava. You may insert a Youth Of Today rant here.