today's deep thought

Achieving orgasm is not unlike making sauce Hollandaise.

In which there is much cleaning, searching, and emptying.

First, there was a mad cleaning/putting stuff away frenzy in preparation for the arrival of nedlnthred's parents, and that was Good. (HEY YOU CAN SIT IN THE LIVING ROOM NOW)

Then there was, or I should say "is" as I'm in the middle of it, the process of tearing all of the places where my STUF resides in the effort to find my passport. I've just been through the media room (also known as "the sage room", "the room dariodevil was staying in", "the office cats' suite", and "Jesus Fucking Christ it's cold in here"), where I was pretty sure it wasn't, but there was always the off-chance bubblehead possibility; and I have not found it there, but I have done a considerable amount of reorganization. For instance, all my DVDs are on shelves now (and by that I mean "contiguous shelves", not "stacked haphazardly on ten different ones next to books, CDs, and God-knows-what"), and in order. Also I have rounded up miscellaneous items that weren't anyplace intuitive and put them in a more sensible location.

Meantime, Beth's former housemate (the one who went sorta loopy last winter) has FINALLY FINALLY come with helpers to take away all the masses of stuff she left here. Hallelujah, and also Praise the Lord. This will help considerably. E.g., traffic in the upstairs hallway was not materially assisted by the presence of a filing cabinet taller than me, nor yet a dressmaker's mannequin.

...which latter, based on the sound f/x I just heard, would seem to have tumbled down the stairs. Oops.

Now: to disassemble my bedroom. This will be !fun. But if my passport has not fallen into a wormhole, this is where it will be.

(Possibly is now also taking an antihistamine. I have kicked up enough dust etc. to have generated my patented impression of a 19th century consumptive.)

YAY TEH BUS

The IDE bus, that is.

Thanks to expert consultation from sweh and audiovile, and purred encouragement from Cravat[1], my PC has finally a) recognized both DVD drives, b) stopped thinking that the Pioneer A108 is a "PILDEER %008!", and c) will hopefully stop BSOD'ing at random moments.

Having entirely mined out this rich vein of avoidance behavior, it is time to search my closet.

[1] another feline hanger-on, who thinks I am her human. shechameleon: she looks just like Killer (but without the milk mustache).

Nope.

Can't find the God. damn. passport. anywhere.