...oh my sweet something-or-other-deity-type.

I hate moving. I don't think hate is strong enough. Is there something stronger than hate? Loathing? No, still not strong enough.

Whatever it is, I that moving.

Much love to desertwillow and especially her husband for helping us out for a few hours last night.

No love to my aching muscles and joints for deciding to puss out on me.

Even less love to my glasses, which have been missing since Friday night.

Thoughts on the new Sweeney Todd trailer, Zombi 3, and the hilarity of Deran Sarafian (actor, but also director of Buffy's "Killed by Death" ep) on the Zombi 3 commentary track are all over at Cinema-Geek.com. Which you'd know if you were subscribed to cinemageekblog. Hint hint.

Still waiting on word on the new apartment. Oh, did I not mention that midnightfae and I applied for a new apartment? We did. Best part is that the bathroom is not attached to either bedroom. Privacy, I will know you again.

Yes, the IKEA Workout: destroy your body semi-annually, lifting lovingly crafted Swedish-designed furniture pieces.

Ow.

In better news, I have enough video storage to last me at least another few months.

Cleared out most of the living room in the new place yesterday. Hope to finish up tonight, get some vacuuming done since Mom's allergic to the apartment for some weird reason. Going to IKEA at some point this weekend to get a dresser for the roomie and additional DVD storage for me (I'm running out of space, especially with the addition of midnightfae's DVDs to the mix).

Still need to finish up my room. I can pretty much live out of it as-is, but I still have a few boxes worth of miscellaneous crap to sort through. Additionally, there's a good chunk of my stuff still at the old place, including all of my kitchenware and my clothes hangers (the things you forget...).

Gearing up for Comic-Con ridiculously early, partially because I don't want to be situated so far from the convention center again and partially because I (emo tear) miss my Comic-Con friends a lot. Like moreso than usual.

Classic-Horror is sludging along, slowly but surely. Posted a review last night, will post another on Thursday. Neither is mine. I haven't written a review since October and I need to rectify that. I have something like six unfinished reviews going right now (Mad Love, House of Wax '53, It's Alive, Satan's Playground, The Mole People, and Terror at Red Wolf Inn, the latter being the best cannibalism film nobody ever heard of). Also slowly but surely moving everything to the new dynamic format, which rocks and will save me so much time in the long run.

Working on Yuletide... meant to get this started earlier, but oh well. Going to finish it over the weekend and have it beta'd in time for submission on the 18th.

Oh and just got some contracted web design work. Go me.

Er, that's all from this corner. I lead an exciting life.

So, midnightfae and I have found a new place to be roomies together, looks like. Which is excellent for more reasons than one...

For one, I'm apparently dead.

I was at the grocery store with midnightfae, and I ran into this older fellow who also lives at my apartment complex. He said, "Young man, I thought you were dead." To which I thought, "Say what?" He went onto explain -- there was a stabbing at 1 AM last night near my apartment complex and common gossip was that I had been the victim of the stabbing... and that midnightfae was the stabber.

I assume this is because I am the youngest renter in my complex.

So, yes. Looking forward to new place. Do not wish to be dead.

Eeking off a little bit of connectivity from the tiniest of wireless connections that may well die at any second. My cable Internet went and died on me -- rude, honestly. The really shitty part is I have a lot of stuff to get done tonight.

*ugh*

*miffed*

ETA: In the time-honored tradition of my connection at this apartment complex... I bitch about my connection and it comes up again.

Sadly not mine. Neighbors are listening to soul records with the bass turned up maxi-high. It's shaking my cable modem just a little. Of course, my apartment is also very silent right now, so I might just be upping the volume in my head.

But dear whatever, it is annoying...

Building manager very specifically went out of their way this morning to tell me that the air conditioning was switched on and working. So why is my apartment a goddamn sauna tonight? The air conditioning is most certainly *not* working -- only the fan.

*immolates*