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oh. how nice.

witchOh shit. My stuff’s here.

Uncle B and I were standing on the shingle watching an indigo snowsquall tear through a red sunset over the English Channel when the movers called.

(NO I didn’t have my goddamn camera. He popped off a couple of shots with a pocket camera; I’ll fish it out of the back of the car tomorrow and see what he got).

The movers want to know what part of it I’d like them to deliver to the house and what part to put into storage right away. Honest to crap, that’s like buying a 30-ton load of horse manure and deciding which shit you’d like now and which shit to save for later.

Oh, and Jill will obviously have to be burned. 





Comment from jwpaine
Time: January 5, 2009, 9:16 pm

Didn’t they make that into a movie a while back? Burn, Jill, Burn!

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: January 5, 2009, 9:38 pm

Jill – prescient commenter extraordinaire!

Comment from Allen
Time: January 5, 2009, 9:56 pm

Oooo, check the doors for wires, carefully. Speaking of which, is the term “booby trap” sexist?

I can hardly wait for Uncle B to say: “you packed this?”

Now, how cool is that? Jill is our resident Farseer. Oh crap! Jill, don’t tell me.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: January 5, 2009, 9:58 pm

Huh. Not hardly. When Uncle B’s dad died, they unearthed batteries in drawers with dymo tape stuck to them that said things like, “might be some use left in this.”

I threw out 80% of my shit on the front end.

Comment from Glenster
Time: January 5, 2009, 10:18 pm

What’s that? Jill speaks Farsi? Wow!

(don’t mind me, just trying to start rumors! πŸ™‚ )

(uh-oh – did I break the weasel-smilies?)

Comment from Jill
Time: January 5, 2009, 11:13 pm

(bowing) What can I say…everyone has to have SOME talent. Don’t applaud, just throw money. πŸ™‚

This is what, like, 3 times I’ve done this to you, Wease?

Oh, and do an indigo snowsquall and a red sunset make something purple?

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: January 5, 2009, 11:20 pm

I ain’t saying nuthin’ . The night before Jill posted those words I had a similar skrying in the spirit vision.

Room at the stake for two?

Bloody freezing here in England, tonight. It might be a welcome release.

Comment from scubafreak
Time: January 6, 2009, 12:32 am

Well, if Jill is attractive, we could just settle for some rug burns…. πŸ˜‰

Comment from Scott Jacobs
Time: January 6, 2009, 2:01 am

Now now now… We can’t burn her until we have a proper trial.

Someone go get the duck…

Comment from dfbaskwill
Time: January 6, 2009, 11:48 am

George Carlin had a great bit about “stuff”. What we take for an extended vacation, then a week’s vacation, then a weekend, then a day trip, all the way down to what we really needed, which was a set of clothes and maybe a wallet. The rest was stuff we really didn’t need.

A 30 ft. container seems like it would hold a lot of wallets.

Comment from Jill
Time: January 6, 2009, 11:59 am

Oh, George…how I miss you and your stuff.


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: January 6, 2009, 1:57 pm

The coldest January in a decade and you two spend it stood on the beach watching a colourful snow storm unfold? Beautiful but ultimately crazy. Like Sean Young.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: January 6, 2009, 2:26 pm

I had to look up shingle. I initially thought they were sunset-watching on the roof – and I’ve seen photos of that roof – and I was really impressed.

Comment from scubafreak
Time: January 6, 2009, 2:31 pm

Speaking of freezing, UB, did you see this one out of Vail Colorado?

http ://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2009/0106091vail1.html

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: January 6, 2009, 3:57 pm

Guilty, as charged.

Still thawing-out my doo-dahs.

Comment from nbpundit
Time: January 6, 2009, 4:52 pm

Doo-dahs? Heh…precious bits doncha mean?

Comment from Old Grouch
Time: January 6, 2009, 5:27 pm

Hey Jill, you’re not “Jill-all-alone,” by any chance?
(scroll to first picture)

Comment from Muslihoon
Time: January 6, 2009, 6:34 pm

Oh how fun!

My sister was going through her boxes and after about half a month, thought she was almost done. Today I reminded her of where the other half of her stuff is.

Unpacking is hard.

Comment from Jill
Time: January 6, 2009, 6:57 pm

OG, sadly, no.

But I will admit to being the Jill on the left side of this page.


And to quote the late Mr. Carlin: “Why is it that their stuff is shit, and your shit is stuff?”

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: January 6, 2009, 7:02 pm

Are those the same doo-dahs the Camptown Ladies sing about? Whoa….

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: January 6, 2009, 7:56 pm

Now that would be telling, McGoo, old boy πŸ˜‰

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: January 6, 2009, 8:12 pm

Badger, you rise ever higher on my Mighty Hero scale!

Comment from jwpaine
Time: January 7, 2009, 11:48 am

Not to go all Grammanazi on you, but the proper nomenclature is neither doo-dahs nor precious bits, but direct objects.

…And yes, Steam, those are what the Camptown Ladies were singing about.

Uncle B: left dangling, eh?

Comment from Nicholas the Slide
Time: January 7, 2009, 1:16 pm

I would probably be an evil person to note that I also moved about a month and a half ago and 9/10 of my boxes are still as of yet unpacked.

I’m mean like that. Or perhaps simply lazy. You decide. πŸ™‚

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