Take your stinking paws off me you damn dirty ape!

I woke up the other day, still unable to talk. I feared the worst as I went to a few bars and then finally found my way to the Boiler Room downtown for Karaoke. I never did sing, BUT, the whole night of drinking and smoking and trying to talk without a voice made me suspect I would never again be able to talk.

But, here comes Monday morning. I wake up, groggy and coughing, usual deathbed stuff of the last week and a half. Lo and behold, though, as I am yelling at my cat for doing something annoying... I can speak?

Like the Simpsons episode of old, where they put on a musical of Planet of the Apes, I found myself saying, "He can talk! He can talk! I can SIIIIIIIING!" Yes, windows shattered, and neighbors called the police, but what did I care, I was back to making smartass comments.

So hurrah for me. Work blew donkey balls, however. Not a damn thing to do except try to look busy. Well, I can't say that truthfully, I was working hard at work to convert to the new religion of Domo Kun!

Slowly the disease has spread and my co-workers and I are now loyal servants to the Domo Kun. It was decided Friday, that Domo Kun was in fact the one responsible for defeating Mothra, not Godzilla. Furthermore, he snacks on kittens like Jabba the Hutt on those toad things. Yes, this is what we talk about, and yes we are insane. Also, there's a gas leak in the building I think.

So wrapping this puppy up, I put in my application for my townhouse on Wednesday night. Was kinda expecting to hear back by Friday, but should know all is well and when I'll be able to move in on Monday. I'm shooting for Wednesday so it's shaping up to be a busy week with more packing to be done, utilities to get moved over, mail to get forwarded, addresses to be updated, and finally moving to be done.

Place is friggin sweet, 1350 square feet, and a lot of character. Should be fun spending the next 6 months to a year decorating it with Domo Kun.

Relocating the Dog Pen

With the self imposed deadline of moving to a better place by the 10th of January rapidly approaching, I find myself once again cursing the evils of moving.

Having been through this so many times, I like to think that I'm more prepared each time it happens, but there's always something I forget, or unexpected circumstances that make it all a disaster.

I started looking for a new place about a month ago, and discovered a few really nice apartments with openings. However, I got a new job in Beaverton, and decided to simply move back to the old stompin' grounds to make getting to and from work easier. So I start checking out apartments in Beaverton, and quickly find that either nobody likes to move in winter, or I am looking at really good places that nobody wants to move out of period, as no one seems to have a vacancy!

So here I am, little over a week left to meet my self imposed deadline. I think I found a place! Originally I was looking for a 1 bedroom there, but they had none available, but told me about this big three bedroom which was (just barely) within my price range. So I said okay, put me on your list once it's finished being cleaned up and is ready to go. Well, last week they tell me it's going to take another 3 weeks at least to finish up the unit. Bloody Hell! Buuut, guess what, they manage another property nearby, some condos. Slightly smaller unit, but sounds nice, with central AC/Heat, fireplace, European style bathrooms, blah blah. Anyways, it sounds more comfortable than an apartment, so I'm digging the idea and planned on looking at it this weekend.

Well lo and behold I come down with the plague or something similar last week. By the weekend I had lost my voice and all sorts of other issues were popping up. Sooo, now I got to try to see the unit Tuesday after work, fill out the paper work if I like the place, and try to get it all set and start getting utilities to switch over and what not in just a few days. Joy!

Then the actual moving of stuff must take place... I'm just hoping my illness is gone by then.