Addio, psico asini d'addio!
Tune in next week for the Grand Finale.
Thought I forgot, didn't you?
But Then Again, You'll Have This . . .
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
Forty-five Boxes . . .
Honestly, I expected it to be more.
They're hiding somewhere. I missed a nook, or a cranny, or perhaps, they're lurking in the huge closet I can't get to yet because of the towering stacks of comics (and don't even get me started on the comics; I can't wait to see the bill for at least a dozen new long boxes).
There are two benefits to today's marathon boxing session. One: I got to see exactly what I own, and there were some pleasant surprises, mostly along the line of "Oh, I didn't remember having that!" or "How the hell did I get three of those?" I'm officially declaring a temporary moratorium on book-buying; I'll never live long enough to read everything currently in my library.
The other benefit? Now my office looks like a cross between a maze and a fort, and I didn't have to use any sofa cushions to build it.
But Then Again, You'll Have This . . .
They're hiding somewhere. I missed a nook, or a cranny, or perhaps, they're lurking in the huge closet I can't get to yet because of the towering stacks of comics (and don't even get me started on the comics; I can't wait to see the bill for at least a dozen new long boxes).
There are two benefits to today's marathon boxing session. One: I got to see exactly what I own, and there were some pleasant surprises, mostly along the line of "Oh, I didn't remember having that!" or "How the hell did I get three of those?" I'm officially declaring a temporary moratorium on book-buying; I'll never live long enough to read everything currently in my library.
The other benefit? Now my office looks like a cross between a maze and a fort, and I didn't have to use any sofa cushions to build it.
But Then Again, You'll Have This . . .
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