Well, I moved into my new apartment. Eve and Nina came over the two nights before the move and helped me pack everything up. Naturally, it was an odd experience to box up the past three-odd years of my life, but refreshing, too -- I got to jettison about five garbage bags worth of detritus that I and others had accumulated in that creaky old puke-stained place. The move itself was pretty much a snap, even counting all the heavy shit that had to get moved, not least of all this enormous new sofabed I've inherited from my mom's parents. Yeah, I hired movers. But I did it through this kind of mover auction site where you can get competitive bids, and ended up getting some guys who only wanted $275 and who were totally amazing and efficient. (They go by the name "C & C Movers," but Googling that turns up about a dozen different people, so get their info on the CitiMove site, I guess, if you're interested.) We got the whole thing done in about four hours. Nina helped; she has got phenomenal stamina, emotional and otherwise.
The day I really started packing everything up, I took Kitty to Animal Kind for possibly the last time to get some dental work done. She's developed a drooling problem that's gotten worse and worse over the past few years, and Nina'd finally convinced me that I had a moral responsibility to get it fixed. So I brought her in for a physical and they figured out that she had a really rotten tooth in the back on the right. I resisted on skeptical grounds for a little while, but finally caved and dropped her off. In typical Animal Kind fashion, when I picked her up they told me they'd not only extracted the one we'd arranged, but also performed six other "minor extractions." Yes, Kitty still has teeth, but I'm out a half a G, basically. After I picked her up, though, she was really happy and frisky, and I don't think it's just from the drugs they gave her (although she spent the next couple of days bumping into things) -- the drool is gone! Or, at least, she only drools and predictable times now.
I also got rid of my old tower machine; gave it to Tom's gee-eff, Colleen. While I was clearing all the porn and spyware off of it, I came across a bunch of old ASCII art packages and even the original source and layout material for the zine I did in high school with Razor, Halflife. I'll see if I can post some of it in the next week or two -- it'd a bit cliche to say that it's, you know, angsty and adolescent, but I will say that some of it's pretty grim, in terms how hard it sounds like I'm trying to keep the despair out of it.
So, the new place doesn't get that much direct sunlight, let's say, but there are several windows onto this actually very scenic alley between the buildings that's full of beautiful old brickwork -- and a Heathcliff-like arcade of trash cans that a trio of neighborhood cats have exciting and noisy fights over. Kitty is by turns enthralled and terrified. Also, the kitchen, living room, and bathroom windows are all within a few feet of each other outside, so you can throw things from the living room into the kitchen without getting up. I picked up paint today at Home Depot and mom and Eve and Nina are coming over tomorrow to help get things painted; I'll have pictures after that's done.
The bathroom is kind of tiny. So far that's my biggest peeve about the place.
Last weekend, for the second half of our High Line Festival extravaganza, Tom and Eve and Nina and I went to go see Ricky Gervais at the Madison Square Garden theater. Predictably, he was pretty great, although a lot of the material was stuff he'd done before (and is awfully... I don't know, broad, or something. A lot of jokes about animals and fables and what-were-they-thinking observations on figures from world history). David Bowie (I think -- we were sitting in the back row) opened the show with a somewhat timid rendition of the Chubby Little Loser song from the second season of Extras. There were a surprising number of hecklers for the venue and the act, with whom he dealt efficiently.
I have other Things I've Done to talk about, but I'm going to post this now, because it's been too long.
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