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Oh God, where to start...
... is how I feel these days when I think about all I have to get done in the next while. Fortunately I have help.
Of most immediate concern is moving back into my house. It's been one week today since they left and you wouldn't recognize the place. I had no idea of some of the crap I was living in the midst of. Basically, the house had been neglected, not just in the last six months but for the last six or seven years. Clutter accumulated and never went anywhere, sometimes she would run a broom over the kitchen floor or vacuum the living room rug but that was it. Yeah, I suppose the mess was my fault too, but I offer that I was too busy working and/or being crippled to keep on top of things during the years we lived there, while she watched important videos of Japanese TV programs.
Betty and I hauled out boxes of empty jars, bags of bags of bags of plastic bags, and an entire garage full of empty cardboard boxes and baby stuff. We found a good home for the latter, and thankfully today is Recycling Day. The worst part is the dust, especially the dust+grease layered over everything in the kitchen. No, the very worst part was the large patch of black mold we found on the wall behind the dresser in the bedroom. Cleaned right off with bleach but I am disgusted. No wonder she had allergies, I'm lucky Aki didn't get asthma out of the deal.
There is a huge mound of bound-for-thrift-stores stuff in the living room, but I don't think you would want any of it. [Well, actually, there is an almost-new electric stove you can have for the asking, the rest of it is small crap]. This weekend we move in her furniture, and the boxed-up stuff from her place, and the New Order will be enacted.
In other news:
Yesterday I was interviewed on the phone by a reporter for a business newspaper in Buffalo, NY about my US-invades-Canada-in-1935 game, War Plan Crimson. Nice guy. He was doing some research about the actual war plans the US War Department had drawn up to do this in the 1930s (just as a staff exercise, I hasten to add) and ran across mention of my game on the Internet. The article will be published some time in September and I'll get a copy! This coincides well with the reissue of the game by Fiery Dragon Productions of Toronto.
Leaving for Nevada in less than a month now. Have done so little to prepare for it, luckily our gear is all in place, just have to get a good cooler and some provisions and off we go. I do have to get busy casting schwaggy things to use as currency at BM: been thinking of little brains, since the theme this year is "psyche", and revised molds of some of the standard ones that don't use so much metal. But I need more time....
The Pantzooka will be given its share of maintentance, for it has a role to play out in the desert - Comrade Durgy wrote this today:
Pants Cannon Anthem #1
- c. Durgy, 2005 –
When exposed genitalia
really start to ail ya
Use a pants cannon
If from their shirt down to their toes
They're totally exposed
Use a pants cannon
It may be harsh that's true
But you're spoiling my view
With a range of fifty feet
It'll cover up bad meat
Pants Cannon! Pants Cannon!
Refrain
It may be charged with air
Or even TNT
But it's making the world better
For folks like you and me
It's a slacks delivery gun
Putting pantslessness on the run
Pants Cannon! Pants Cannon! Pants Cannon!
When you're seeing a free willy
From someone just dressed silly
Use a pants cannon
If he's dressed like Donald Duck
But doesn't give a fuck
Use a pants cannon
When cover up's the goal
Then call the pants patrol
They'll get there really fast
To cover the bare-assed
Pants Cannon! Pants Cannon!
Refrain
When a shirted guy is loose
And you don't want sofas juiced
Use a pants cannon
If you're looking at a penis
Or somebody's mons venus
Use a pants cannon
If you cover up your tits
Cover other naughty bits
Please don't be a jerk
That fashion look don't work
Pants Cannon! Pants Cannon!
Refrain
Of most immediate concern is moving back into my house. It's been one week today since they left and you wouldn't recognize the place. I had no idea of some of the crap I was living in the midst of. Basically, the house had been neglected, not just in the last six months but for the last six or seven years. Clutter accumulated and never went anywhere, sometimes she would run a broom over the kitchen floor or vacuum the living room rug but that was it. Yeah, I suppose the mess was my fault too, but I offer that I was too busy working and/or being crippled to keep on top of things during the years we lived there, while she watched important videos of Japanese TV programs.
Betty and I hauled out boxes of empty jars, bags of bags of bags of plastic bags, and an entire garage full of empty cardboard boxes and baby stuff. We found a good home for the latter, and thankfully today is Recycling Day. The worst part is the dust, especially the dust+grease layered over everything in the kitchen. No, the very worst part was the large patch of black mold we found on the wall behind the dresser in the bedroom. Cleaned right off with bleach but I am disgusted. No wonder she had allergies, I'm lucky Aki didn't get asthma out of the deal.
There is a huge mound of bound-for-thrift-stores stuff in the living room, but I don't think you would want any of it. [Well, actually, there is an almost-new electric stove you can have for the asking, the rest of it is small crap]. This weekend we move in her furniture, and the boxed-up stuff from her place, and the New Order will be enacted.
In other news:
Yesterday I was interviewed on the phone by a reporter for a business newspaper in Buffalo, NY about my US-invades-Canada-in-1935 game, War Plan Crimson. Nice guy. He was doing some research about the actual war plans the US War Department had drawn up to do this in the 1930s (just as a staff exercise, I hasten to add) and ran across mention of my game on the Internet. The article will be published some time in September and I'll get a copy! This coincides well with the reissue of the game by Fiery Dragon Productions of Toronto.
Leaving for Nevada in less than a month now. Have done so little to prepare for it, luckily our gear is all in place, just have to get a good cooler and some provisions and off we go. I do have to get busy casting schwaggy things to use as currency at BM: been thinking of little brains, since the theme this year is "psyche", and revised molds of some of the standard ones that don't use so much metal. But I need more time....
The Pantzooka will be given its share of maintentance, for it has a role to play out in the desert - Comrade Durgy wrote this today:
Pants Cannon Anthem #1
- c. Durgy, 2005 –
When exposed genitalia
really start to ail ya
Use a pants cannon
If from their shirt down to their toes
They're totally exposed
Use a pants cannon
It may be harsh that's true
But you're spoiling my view
With a range of fifty feet
It'll cover up bad meat
Pants Cannon! Pants Cannon!
Refrain
It may be charged with air
Or even TNT
But it's making the world better
For folks like you and me
It's a slacks delivery gun
Putting pantslessness on the run
Pants Cannon! Pants Cannon! Pants Cannon!
When you're seeing a free willy
From someone just dressed silly
Use a pants cannon
If he's dressed like Donald Duck
But doesn't give a fuck
Use a pants cannon
When cover up's the goal
Then call the pants patrol
They'll get there really fast
To cover the bare-assed
Pants Cannon! Pants Cannon!
Refrain
When a shirted guy is loose
And you don't want sofas juiced
Use a pants cannon
If you're looking at a penis
Or somebody's mons venus
Use a pants cannon
If you cover up your tits
Cover other naughty bits
Please don't be a jerk
That fashion look don't work
Pants Cannon! Pants Cannon!
Refrain
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Or somebody's mons venus
now there's a rhyme scheme!
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I have some 99% cocoa solids chocolate for you to try. It is intense. I brought back some 76% for you but am now eating it. Sorry, but I am weak. The 99% is much more bitter though.
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