Apparently my last plurk was the time we saw a moose, the first week after we moved to VT...uh...12 years ago. Anybody still here?

Today, we saw moose. Just amblin' off someone's farm, heading across the road, being all HPLY SJOT ENORMOUS. Then, back to boxes.

Boxes boxes boxes boxes DELIGHTFUL LUNCH WITH FRIENDS boxes boxes boxes boxes. More boxes. then, later, a box or two. aaaaaaand...a box.

is a sappy creature of habit. I just said so long to my favorite breakfast deli people and baristas and now I'm all misty.

is pack/sort/shredding 12 years of office/job. HEAVY nostalgia. Saving the first paper + pencil "server/network" diagram for framing.

Also: hply sjot there are a lot of cables here. and, tragically, I am a sorter, not a "misc. cables" packer.

Beginning the process of packing the studio. Adding to the process this time is the question: goes into storage or hides in a corner?

It may be worth taking up golf just for the chance to one day crush Rand Paul's nuts with a driver. Hey, "Sometimes accidents happen".

CAN HAZ HOUSE!

"A rather tragic irony. Which is something they also invented." ping.fm/hRIXz