Major life changes ahoy! Returned from Europe and before my sleep patterns are even straightened out it's time to start relocation maneuvers.
At the moment, I live inthe Republic of Gilead an undisclosed location deep in the the sweltering, smelly armpit of the Bible Belt. If you've ever wondered where the hell I live, well, good. I keep the precise location vague less out of privacy concerns than out of deep shame; if you were from here, you wouldn't want to admit it either. (It's not Texas, though. It might as well be - high school and college football players are worshipped like jackassy young gods, for one thing - but it's not actually Texas.) After about a year and a half of exorbitant cell phone bills, I'm on the verge of moving to LA where I'll be living with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flurf, omega13, and their cat. And my cat. Assuming my cat doesn't swallow his own tongue on the drive out there or something. Or the earth doesn't open up and swallow me within minutes of getting the last box inside the house. Earthquakes scare me. Actually, "scare" isn't the word. More like "the day the first earthquake happens is the day I buy a house somewhere comparatively safer, like the Ninth Ward in New Orleans, assuming I'm not BURIED UNDER TWELVE FEET OF RUBBLE." I am so going to miss tornadoes.
I'm going to need to come up with new names for the guys, or at least for the boyfriend. I refuse to refer to the boyfriend as "Flurf" unless I'm using his LJ name, and since he only updates his LJ when he's managed to come down with an exciting new disease there's not much point to directing people towards it. I may start calling him Nabeshin and throw things at him until he stops complaining.
Anyway, today I gave informal notice to my boss and secured the form to fill out to indicate I'll be out of my apartment. It's a relief but then I look at the chaos that is my apartment and I just want to play the Sims some more.
Europe trip was good, though I doubt I'll do a full rundown - I mean, it'd sort of be the LJ equivalent of vacation slides, right? The highlight, I think, was Coriolanus at the Globe, the lowlight was spending a mere two hours at the British Museum - they have the Rosetta Stone! I've wanted to go there since I was like eight! Agh! The boyfriend is going back with me, he's just not fully aware of it yet. At least I got to see some Akhenaten artifacts at the Louvre - for some reason he was always one of my favorite pharaohs. I was the kind of kid who had favorite pharaohs. You can see why I was so much more interested in museums than shopping on this trip.
And though I see Merc already heard, some of the rest of you may yet be unaware that THE TWELVE KINGDOMS NOVELS HAVE BEEN LICENSED OMG!! Also Scrapped Princess, it looks like. Ooh, And .hack//Another Birth - I knew about AI Buster but not Another Birth. Hopefully it's a little less awkwardly expository than AI Buster, which I flipped through but didn't buy because, well, awkwardly expository.
Next, license the Suiko novels and I'll seriously reclaim my hypothetical firstborn from Joss Whedon (for getting Serenity made, I think) and Neil Gaiman (just in case he wanted it for some reason) and whoever decided to license the Victorian Romance Emma manga and whoever decided to license Nana, and Ai Yazawa (for creating Nana) and... well, anyway, licensor of the Suiko novels gets a shot at the firstborn too. Or my soul. Whichever.
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flurf, omega13, and their cat. And my cat. Assuming my cat doesn't swallow his own tongue on the drive out there or something. Or the earth doesn't open up and swallow me within minutes of getting the last box inside the house. Earthquakes scare me. Actually, "scare" isn't the word. More like "the day the first earthquake happens is the day I buy a house somewhere comparatively safer, like the Ninth Ward in New Orleans, assuming I'm not BURIED UNDER TWELVE FEET OF RUBBLE." I am so going to miss tornadoes. I'm going to need to come up with new names for the guys, or at least for the boyfriend. I refuse to refer to the boyfriend as "Flurf" unless I'm using his LJ name, and since he only updates his LJ when he's managed to come down with an exciting new disease there's not much point to directing people towards it. I may start calling him Nabeshin and throw things at him until he stops complaining.
Anyway, today I gave informal notice to my boss and secured the form to fill out to indicate I'll be out of my apartment. It's a relief but then I look at the chaos that is my apartment and I just want to play the Sims some more.
Europe trip was good, though I doubt I'll do a full rundown - I mean, it'd sort of be the LJ equivalent of vacation slides, right? The highlight, I think, was Coriolanus at the Globe, the lowlight was spending a mere two hours at the British Museum - they have the Rosetta Stone! I've wanted to go there since I was like eight! Agh! The boyfriend is going back with me, he's just not fully aware of it yet. At least I got to see some Akhenaten artifacts at the Louvre - for some reason he was always one of my favorite pharaohs. I was the kind of kid who had favorite pharaohs. You can see why I was so much more interested in museums than shopping on this trip.
And though I see Merc already heard, some of the rest of you may yet be unaware that THE TWELVE KINGDOMS NOVELS HAVE BEEN LICENSED OMG!! Also Scrapped Princess, it looks like. Ooh, And .hack//Another Birth - I knew about AI Buster but not Another Birth. Hopefully it's a little less awkwardly expository than AI Buster, which I flipped through but didn't buy because, well, awkwardly expository.
Next, license the Suiko novels and I'll seriously reclaim my hypothetical firstborn from Joss Whedon (for getting Serenity made, I think) and Neil Gaiman (just in case he wanted it for some reason) and whoever decided to license the Victorian Romance Emma manga and whoever decided to license Nana, and Ai Yazawa (for creating Nana) and... well, anyway, licensor of the Suiko novels gets a shot at the firstborn too. Or my soul. Whichever.