Cobwebs, begone
The cobwebs in this weblog are starting to resemble the ones in my apartment. Were it only that a simple robots.txt file would rid my place of those pests. They're fast spiders, and smart. They can see an airborne shoe half a room away.
I'm moving out of this place soon. But there are strata of cleanup tasks to be performed before I can begin to pack. The post- Burningman chaos overlays my pre- Burningman mess which overlays the default state of disorder. Then there's all the stuff. I've been living out of the same duffel bag for the last two months. I have truly found the bare essentials of what I need to survive. The only problem is that if I happen to mislay anything essential, this useless crap clogging my apartment swallows it up. The Goodwill will be getting a big donation from me soon. Let them trip over it.
I may have found a new place to live. Vicki and I found an amazing apartment in Koreatown. Now we just have to sort out my job situation, her moving back to Los Angeles from New Orleans, and how I'm going to keep the spiders from hitching a ride in my packed boxes.
We got engaged. Yes, engaged to be married. My delight is inexpressible in text. You'll have to ask me about it in person. Me jumping up and down and smiling ear to ear is essential for properly conveying that story. If I haven't eaten recently I might even do a backflip. Its that cool.