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The most daunting part of the cleanup task is at an end. Mind you, I want to vacuum again but it's 12:30 am. I want to sleep more than I want to clean.
I just wanted to post how cool it feels that I've accomplished this major task. Most of the cruft needs sorting but some of it got tossed. Even the couch is clean. There is still a slab of crap along the rear wall of the dining area but none of it will get in the way of the movers.
I made the final payment at Jordan's. I celebrated with seriously evil food: a Monte Cristo. That's the most traife thing I can eat -- in fact, it was flaunting its traifedy by being on egg-dipped challah. No, schmucks, I didn't actually ask the waiter "could you make it feel more like I'm dissing an entire religion by using their ceremonial bread for my turkey, ham and swiss grilled sammitch?" That's just what it said on the menu. The restaurant was inside the Jordan's in Reading (next to the IMAX) at exit 39 off route 128 if you want proof.
I am pleased. I even found my O-Reilly book on Samba (the interop communication tool, not the dance craze).
By the way, the Pope is getting Extreme Unction (Vatican Council II: The Quickening's name for Last Rites). Don't be surprised if he finally gets slipped a mickey. It took them so long to kill him because he's really the Highlander. Freddie Mercury sang "Who wants to live forever?" I think the Pope just wanted to outlive Fidel Castro, his nemesis. Bummer. Venceremos?
-sacrilege is for everyone, Dante
P.S.: The spell-check's pass at "venceremos" came back with "newsrooms".
I just wanted to post how cool it feels that I've accomplished this major task. Most of the cruft needs sorting but some of it got tossed. Even the couch is clean. There is still a slab of crap along the rear wall of the dining area but none of it will get in the way of the movers.
I made the final payment at Jordan's. I celebrated with seriously evil food: a Monte Cristo. That's the most traife thing I can eat -- in fact, it was flaunting its traifedy by being on egg-dipped challah. No, schmucks, I didn't actually ask the waiter "could you make it feel more like I'm dissing an entire religion by using their ceremonial bread for my turkey, ham and swiss grilled sammitch?" That's just what it said on the menu. The restaurant was inside the Jordan's in Reading (next to the IMAX) at exit 39 off route 128 if you want proof.
I am pleased. I even found my O-Reilly book on Samba (the interop communication tool, not the dance craze).
By the way, the Pope is getting Extreme Unction (Vatican Council II: The Quickening's name for Last Rites). Don't be surprised if he finally gets slipped a mickey. It took them so long to kill him because he's really the Highlander. Freddie Mercury sang "Who wants to live forever?" I think the Pope just wanted to outlive Fidel Castro, his nemesis. Bummer. Venceremos?
-sacrilege is for everyone, Dante
P.S.: The spell-check's pass at "venceremos" came back with "newsrooms".
