egypturnash: (worried)
Yeah, my stuff is definitely in the Roadways depot in Kenner. I might be stuff-less. I won't know for a couple weeks; my moving company is low priority compared to rescue efforts, as it should be.

Time to seriously price out Mac Mini vs. iBook. Plus an external Firewire box to put my existing HD in to get all my data alive again. I wonder if Apple has profit margins that would let them consider the publicity points of a Major Disaster Refugees Discount.

Things to mourn: Ten years of sketchbooks. My library. Original art friends made for me. The art and my sketchbooks are irreplacable. I can draw new things, but there were a lot of things in those books I'd sort of like to scan and finish.

Not that big a deal: My still-fairly-small female wardrobe. Furniture. Assorted junk.

Kind of annoying: All my CDs. I have them on the HD, though not lossless compression.

I don't know yet; I won't know for a while. I can't really worry about it yet.
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Quicktime movie of Katrina, from outside Florida up through Mississippi. Pretty. Frightening, but pretty. I'd been wanting to see more than the looping four hours or so that the weather reports would do all this past weekend. Link from the Wikipedia article on the storm.

My stuff may have been in a warehouse in Kenner. I'll hopefully find out later today, and start working on having it go up to Boston. The moving company said the place was relatively unscathed, last they heard. I still have my hard drives on me, and my tablet. I'll miss my library and clothes and originals friends did and other stuff if it's trashed, but I'm alive.

I'll be really glad when my life becomes boring.

Every time someone says "thank God, it's a miracle" upon hearing that someone got out of the storm safely, I have to bite my tongue. Some miracle. You want a miracle? Try a divine finger coming down from the sky last week and stirring the fucking storm clockwise so it dissipated, okay? That's a miracle. Your friend and all their stuff surviving is luck. If your God saved 'em, it's from shit he threw at 'em in the first place.
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I'm writing this from [livejournal.com profile] ultraken's laptop. Stage 1 of my move is completed.

I got introduced to the Ur-Surf band on the drive down. Seems that pretty much all the surf rock bands are taking off of the Shadows... who're British. Who knew? Surf, spaghetti western, good stuff. I shall have to find the CD for myself sometime; it's very happy music.

*flop*

Jul. 29th, 2005 02:19 pm
egypturnash: (Default)
Everything is packed. i think.

My computer and monitor are in their boxes, in the closet in the computer room.

Most of my stuff is in boxes in the garage.

My bed is disassembled and leaning on the wall. I still need to move the mattress back against it so it's out of the way. I also need to dodge the splatter or two of puke one of the cats left under it while I do this. Cats. Kin, Rik, Diva, you don't do that, right? 'Cause if you do I might have to reconsider my hopes of moving to Boston in a year or two.

I have a few things targeted to go to Goodwill or the trash, whichever works.

I have a suitcase and bag stuffed full of clothes, a handful of books, my HD/keyboard/tablet (if I get that freelance check or a job, I think I'm gonna buy a Mini, and I'll have all my data right there).

I'm waiting for my ride to SIGGRAPH to show up.

Also, there's a freaky avatar expo happening on Second Life soon and I'll be in it. If I'm not in transit, of course. Okay, I admit I nominated myself.

I'm going to do final arranging, then get some Coke and not move.
egypturnash: (toy)
How does one safely pack a skirt made of bubble wrap? Maybe the windup toy bug costume's tine is over.



Oh, if anyone wants a box full of SF magazines (Analog, Asimov's, F&SF, Science Fiction Age) from the late nineties/early two thousands, and you can come pick it up, contact [livejournal.com profile] dv_girl or [livejournal.com profile] centauress. Until I pulled them out of a couple boxes of other miscellaneous debris, they hadn't been touched since I moved to Glendale. Free for the hauling, or if you must you can give me or Sammi some bucks for 'em. It's the one in the back of the garage marked "SF MAGS/GOODWILL", because that's where it's going if nobody grabs it.

sigh

Jul. 28th, 2005 12:52 am
egypturnash: (Default)
It always comes down to the last minute.

I'm packing everything away. I have tonight, tomorrow, and tomorrow night. Then it's down to LA and Siggraph - a little earlier than I originally thought.

And then... after a few weeks... it's back to New Orleans.

I still need to actually confirm the moving pod thing for shipping my stuff to New Orleans. I have the forms and they need filling out and e-mailing. I have a little checklist of Things That Need Doing. I have a bag of stuff destined for Goodwill, and I should make sure Sammi and Stacey know that that's where it's going, instead of back to New Orleans with me.

Mostly, I just need to pick clothes Siggraph and the weeks until I'm reunited with my junk, cram the rest back into boxes, seal them all up (I'm out of packing tape, damnit) dismantle my bed, and pack the computer away.

I "just" need to do all that.

Luckily I seem to have gotten over the running in mental circles and weeping phase of this. But I think I'm going to go for a walk right now.

Didn't I have more socks, once upon a time?
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Boston is so intricate and grid-defying. If I do move here, I think I need to buy a GPS unit to keep from getting lost, lost, lost. [livejournal.com profile] lediva says the streets were planned by just building up cow-paths, and it shows. That and the age of the buildings makes me feel a little like I'm walking around the French Quarter everywhere I go; it's just not built for cars, and I kinda like that.

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