Sunday, June 28, 2015

The Person Under the Stairs

Yesterday was a little victory in terms of clearing out the basement mess with Frankenstein's Comic Book Swap and Comix Thing.  Andy, the owner at Cosmic Monkey, bought all my remaining boxes of comics-related magazines for his stock so I didn't have to put them back in storage.  I had everything priced lower than ever so that really helped me.  Now I have a couple empty shortboxes to use for my own collection.  I was having trouble finding all the right sizes so now I'm all set.

This is what a shortbox is, in case you don't use comics-speak.  I don't know the guy I just linked to.  I'm just appalled that he got all this in one go.  I agonize over getting a handful of half-sheet sized zines, even if they're made by friends.

Speaking of which, I did purchase a copy of I Never Promised You a Rose Garden: Part One: My Own Private Portland by my friend Annie Murphy.  Instead of going to bed last night after getting home I read the whole thing from cover to cover.  The best books are the ones that hurt you when you're reading them and long after you're done, that's what Annie's stuff is like.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Tengo sueño

I heard back from the clinic about getting in the sleep study.  The coordinator is trying to make it work with my insurance, so I'm waiting for another call from her.  This is me a lot of the time (ok not really, I just wanted to use this):

I've resumed my love affair with gifs as you can probably tell.  They pretty much can say anything you're thinking or feeling at any given time.

I helped somebody today and yesterday with a difficult situation, and it worked out in the best way possible, with everyone happy in the end.  I also use Bad Brains to express any given emotion so here's something else for you to look at:
   Plain and simple, are you okay? For tomorrow, we generate the courage today.
Is your will about to quake and melt? Let me help, let me help.
...Keep thy heart with all diligence, for out of it are the issues of life.


Monday, June 15, 2015

Wish I Knew This Before...

...when I was moving all over the place and then coming here to Portland and moving the last time into my current house.  It was a long time before I realized how little the stuff I was holding onto and packing and storing actually meant to me.  I've lived in my home about 11 years and I really don't want to move again anytime soon, but if I buy a home in the near future it could happen. 

A friend of mine who well understands moving posted this link on Facebook today:
What I've Learned from Moving Three Times and Trashing Everything I Own 

I barely buy anything anymore unless it's groceries.  Whenever I get something I really think about how much it will get used and how much space it will take up.

Saturday, June 13, 2015

The Borrower

I've arranged to borrow my friend's car for part of today so I can make some rounds of donations in this fair land.  SCRAP, Free Geek, Far West Fibers, and Goodwill will all feel my presence in the late afternoon.  It's been a long time since I could do this, especially since Salvation Army has ceased pickups in my area for the time being, for unknown reasons.

By the way, in case it matters, I am insured.  For driving, that is...when I ditched my car I retained minimal insurance for when I borrow or rent cars.  When I get another car someday, my insurance rates won't rise from what I paid previous to donating the vehicle.

The moth problem persists in my bedroom and I'm starting to dread that my favorite needlepoint chair is perpetuating all of this.  It's not as bad as it was, and I keep telling myself they're just stragglers.

I have a coworker for whom I repay favors by emailing her pics of Johnny Depp.  She lurves him, but I am lukewarm to his charms.  I gave her the still from right before this scene.  I hope she doesn't watch it with her kids over the weekend. By coincidence I'm listening to Caribou and the music's beat matches the gif perfectly! 


Wednesday, June 3, 2015

With No Remorse

I've culled my wardrobe really thoroughly, and got everything hung and folded neatly.  I used to work at Buffalo Exchange and I still have a lot of my instincts about hanging and sorting clothes.  Everything faces left.  I button the top button to keep shirts in place.

I'll edit this post later to show a pic of the closet.  The sliding doors are long gone (you can see then leaning against the flat file in my previous post), and I hung curtains that I never draw, but I still like the way they look!

I've taken out the ancient, rolled-up wool rug from under the bed and vacuumed it.  I put it in the living room to see if it is truly the moth farm I suspect it to be.  I vacuumed beneath the bed too, which has been needing it forever, and I found a comb I've been missing for months.  Not sure how it got under there with the duvet feathers.

As another important duty for the day I shall endeavour to prepare my goods for Frankenstein's Comic Book Swap on June 27.  It's June bitches!  The comics fiscal year has begun!
If you don't get this reference, just stop reading and never return. KIDDING! I have nine followers, I bow to each of you.

And...the less entrancing view of the shortbox sorting shitshow.