and so.

All my stuff except my bike is now at the new digs. A lot of it, alas, is still on the floor or stacked haphazardly, and I still haven't figured out how best to set up the surround sound to take advantage of both the permanently available TV and the occasionally available projection screen - I've got some nice white walls to project onto, but there are some impediments to which ones I choose to use, in the form of fireplace, storage heater, etc. The new cooker will take a bit of getting used to, since the grill seems a little underpowered compared to the old place, but it's WAY faster to heat up both grill and rings. I've verified the address with the local sorting office and it appears that I do indeed live in "Basement Apartment" as opposed to, say, "6a" - Nerdsholm addressbook updated, btw. Since everyone's asked, no, I am not living troll-like below ground. It's a sort of mezzanine basement, the sort where the windowsills are at ground level. It's actually brighter in the evenings than my old place, even this late in the year and with DST in operation. Tonight I'll be handing over the keys to the old place and sorting out return of deposit, cancellation/transfer of services and final bills, and sorting out a phoneline for the new place through eircom's instant-connect service or whatever the hell they call it. If I'm still keen on the place after a month I'll probably look into getting DSL, but for now I'm sticking with a regular POTS line. I'll also need to redirect my mail until I get all the address changes sorted out. All these little aftershocks after the giant quake of moving.

small age-showing moment

"Man, all these fireworks going off, it's like Beiruit" Comparison to Beirut being the age-showing moment, rather than the comment in its entirety.