Tuesday, October 11, 2011

The Scourge of Man: Part 3

It is done.

I moved. I spent the better part of last week frantically doing last minute packing. I had reached that point where I really didn’t care where things wound up, just as long as they were in a box, garbage bag, or down the front of my pants.

This necessitated me saying (more than once) ‘why yes, that is a mace in my pants.’
Of course, this is why I keep finding things like underwear in my microwave and live ammunition in a box marked ‘impale with spear.’

NOTE: I marked boxes like that so the ninjas would not hide in them. I then impaled (or sometimes bludgeoned, as per the mace comment above) any box not marked. Any box that screamed or bled was thrown away. Once the boxes were safely in the truck, I tear-gassed the whole load anyway, just to be safe.

Anyway, after a frantic day of moving things into the truck, me, my brother Rick and my best bud Sean all piled into said truck the next morning and drove five hours to my new domicile, where we then unloaded all the boxes we just put in.

And then we went to Red Robin and ate burgers. We also apologized to the waitress for the constant giggling. We were up at 5 am, drove for 5 hours, and then unloaded a 22-foot truck. We were allowed to giggle.

So, here I am, typing my very first blog in my new apartment, which still doesn’t smell or have blood stains on the ceiling. Both of these conditions will be fixed soon enough. I have also started a new job (Octopus Strangler), but more on that later.

I’ve managed to unpack about 80% of the boxes, which are now piled neatly in the middle of my kitchen. The rest of the boxes are strewn about, as I haven’t quite figured out what to do with the contents. I mean, you don’t just toss a 23-piece collection of Yeti tibias on a counter and call it good. You have to think about these sorts of things. And by consider, I mean stare at a wall with your head slightly tilted until you get a headache and decide to watch TV instead.

And now, for a serious note: a big thanks goes out to Laura aka Longhair, who helped pack the truck. Thanks also goes to my big bro Rick aka Rick and my best bud Sean aka Sir Blue Pants, who made the drive and helped pack and unpack as well.

And another thanks goes out to the crew from Redmond: Leigh, Laura, Sean, Devon, James, Leah, Ugdo, Stan, Eric, Beth, and Doug, who sent me off in style. Fair warning: I will be back.



Insectoid said...

Good to see you're alive! After such a long silence, I was afraid the ninjas had gotten you.

So, after you're all settled in your new castle and have dug a new pit (don't look in)... THEN will we get to hear when WM is returning? Pretty please? :P

Rahel said...

You sir, are epic. =D
I was expecting to see a post from Leigh explaining your sudden demise! I wasn't ready for that. TT
We are SO GLAD that you are alive!! =D
-Andrea the Swift of Arrow/Aseawen

Jason Janicki said...

Leigh is currently drawing his little heart out, Insectoid. He's trying to get some backlog together before we start posting again, but hopefully soon :)

Thanks, Rahel :)

Antonious said...

Jason, not that it means much, but I can understand the giggling part 150%. I once went to work on a Thursday at 11 PM, got off work, rented a 27' truck, spent the next 24 hrs loading it by myself, drove an hour through rush hour traffic, set up a campsite for 20 people as I unloaded the truck over the next 24 hour period before finally allowing myself to sleep. By that time opening a gash in my leg by dropping a crate made me giggle. Caffeine poisoning is very funny.

Jason Janicki said...

Yeah, the one advantage to sleep deprivation: most everything is eventually funny ;)

Kris said...

Comic site has two postings of this entry in case you didn't know.

Jason Janicki said...

Yeah, we've actually asked them to remove one of the entries on a couple of occasions, but it's never gotten done. I'll shoot off another email to them though.

Thanks for mentioning it :)