Missives from Packing Central

Meta-comment: We have too much crap. This admission comes as a shocking surprise to the Gentle Readers, I am sure.

I have finally conquered Mount Paperwork, filing recent stuff and shredding phone bills from 1998. (For some values of the latter. The shredder choked and died on nynex-spew and Steve only just resuscitated it.) This has been an albatross hanging on my neck for, um, three years now. (Embarrassed cough.) I am now embarked on the utter random junque in the rest of the basement, punctuated with further "discussions" with Steve about his vast pile of unused and yet-unsold electronica. CRAIGSLIST. EBAY. I DON'T CARE, JUST FUCKING DO IT.

Not terribly sanguine about getting it all done in time--I may yet have to take Friday off for frantic throwing stuff into boxes. Didn't help that yesterday was expended in time-consuming yet necessary (and at least productive) running around. For instance, we now have a furniture item to put the TV and its attendant components on when the nice men move them in. A propos, anyone want to buy a gently-used entertainment center of unusual size? It's a nice piece, or three pieces as the case may be, it just won't fit in the destination room due to low ceiling.

The garage. We haven't even touched the goddamn garage yet. Sweet monkey Jeebus, what a job that's going to be.

I only engage in five-minute bouts of helpless coughing when I'm trying to sleep, now. This is something of an improvement. I think all the dust and cobwebs I'm stirring up in the basement are likely to prove unhelpful, though.

Trends in superhero development

For our last SG hurrah before the all-packing, all the time channel, we tried the Abandoned Sewer Trial; i.e., "fight your way down a maze of easily-falloffable catwalks through hordes of Geigeresque aliens to face a Cthulhic tentacled horror at the bottom. Oh, did we mention you only have 90 minutes? And that the horror is protected by a force field generated from four disparate machines, which regenerate themselves within two minutes after you destroy them."

This might even have been doable, except that all the enemies conned purple to the entire team. It took us so long to fight our way down that we didn't have time to cope with Mister Big Drooly Hentai Thing, and even if we had, we couldn't kill the generators (and their equally-regenerating guards) fast enough to run back and have a go at the fucker. So instead, there was a lot of glorious dying. The astute will notice that our last outing, the respec TF, ended in similar fiasco. I can't wait to see what the 40-levels have in store for us.