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What was I thinking?!


We went down to visit my stuff today. The local mover guys COULDN’T have been nicer. They had shifted my container’s worth into three large crates, and they were incensed on my behalf that Arpin hadn’t packed it properly on the front end. They offered to help me file a complaint.

“Look here!” the man said, “this chair is broken.”
“Oh. Heh. Yeah. Broke that years ago. Shouldn’t have leaned it back on two legs all the time like that.”
“And this! It’s just wrapped in plain paper!”
“Oh, that. Hm. Yeah. It’s kind of crap, that thing.”

Folks, I have just spent umpty-ump thousand dollars moving an entire container of complete shit to England. Sentimental value, my silky sable ass.

Anyway, we’ll have to arrange for a dropoff next week. We’re expecting torrential rain and gale force winds, but a good soaking isn’t going to make things any worse. Just to show willing, I grabbed a box marked “kitchen” — and brought it home to discover the Museum of Godawful Tacky Ceramics.

Did I think a heaping helping of buttugly was going to cheer me up?


Comment from naleta
Time: January 9, 2009, 9:18 pm

Shades of George Carlin! You packed all your stuff and it magically transformed itself into shit on the journey across the ocean! There’s got to still be something good in there, though. Doesn’t there???

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: January 9, 2009, 10:44 pm

Hell, Weaz, I bet you could take all that nifty ‘Merican stuff down to the nearest fleamarket and really clean up. Especially if you put up a sign saying “Imported Used American Stuff…from the estate of Lady Silky Sable Ass Badgerbugger ne Stoat-Weasel.”

That’ll get ’em talkin’.

Comment from QuasiModo
Time: January 9, 2009, 10:44 pm

Yeah, but it’s *imported* shit…much more valuable 🙂

Comment from porknbean
Time: January 10, 2009, 1:23 am

I’m coming down with something. I blame McGoo.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: January 10, 2009, 5:47 am

Hey! It wasn’t me that recently opened an ancient packing crypt from abroad that probably went through some tropical hellhole and might have picked up cooties! For all we know, Hobos, Scandis, or Liberals may have nested in that container!

Comment from Gudis
Time: January 10, 2009, 11:21 am

Speaking of wacky shit:

Comment from JuliaM
Time: January 10, 2009, 2:17 pm

“Hell, Weaz, I bet you could take all that nifty ‘Merican stuff down to the nearest fleamarket and really clean up.”

Yup, find a local boot sale. You can sell anything there. I once saw a coffin…

Comment from Brigette
Time: January 10, 2009, 2:39 pm

Someday you might be happy you have that hideous cup and broken chair. I’m on the opposite extreme and throw out anything that’s even borderline crappy. Helps keep my house neat (or it did before I had kids who keep it permanently godawful) but there have been many times I’ve thought, “I wish I hadn’t thrown out that ratty old [fill in piece of junk in question].” Be of good cheer.

Comment from Brigette
Time: January 10, 2009, 3:13 pm

PS I feel your pain (as Bill Clinton used to say) having to pack up ALL your stuff FOREVER. I’m on a 6 week trip and packing for the whole family for a month and a half away damn near put me over the edge. On the bright side, however, I get to bore the crap out of readers with travelogue type stuff on my blog.

Comment from MCPO Airdale
Time: January 10, 2009, 3:26 pm

In my 25 years of marriage, I moved my sweet, patient Missus and all of our belongings into 9 different homes in 8 disparate locations. I’ve also noticed the transformation of “stuff” into “shit”!

Good luck parting with it.

Comment from Scott Jacobs
Time: January 11, 2009, 4:35 am


The guy on the right kinda looks like a penis…

Comment from lauraw
Time: January 11, 2009, 9:39 am

Folks, I have just spent umpty-ump thousand dollars moving an entire container of complete shit to England.

Owning a little shipping company, I lol’d.

You would not believe the stuff people hire us to oh-so-carefully pack and crate up. I often think to myself how anticlimactic it must be for folks when they get around to unpack their ‘treasures.’

Some of these things really are treasures, of course. But for the most part, people are irrational and cannot let go of their crappy crap.
Sometimes the bubble wrap is several times more valuable than what it’s wrapped around, yannow.

Comment from CONSERVATIVE \’12
Time: January 11, 2009, 11:04 am

I’m trying to finally not do exactly that this time ’round, having moved 4 times in the past year. Gritting teeth and asking myself if I actually have a plan to use each item afore packing it. So far I’ve let go a spare set of well used dishes, two crates full of extremely outdated computer parts and some old manuals.

Comment from jwpaine
Time: January 11, 2009, 6:36 pm

I still have textbooks for obsolete software; it is dutifully packed, unpacked, and shelved with each new move.

If programming Windows 3.1 ever comes back into style, man, I’m on top of it.

Comment from Nicholas the Slide
Time: January 12, 2009, 1:48 pm

I’m a lazy packer, I just throw stuff in the nearest box and sort it when I get around to unpacking.

… which I haven’t yet done… >_>

Comment from Michael
Time: January 12, 2009, 5:24 pm

Lady Silky Sable Ass Badgerbugger


Comment from Muslihoon
Time: January 12, 2009, 5:36 pm

Most of my stuff is books. They is heavy. Oy gevalt. But I love my books. They is my precioussssssssssssssss.

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