Wednesday
anybody wanna help me move?
we'll probably be loading a truck friday night, and unloading it (and bringing it all up a flight of stairs) saturday morning. so if you can help with either of those days, PLEASE give me or arielle a call. free food will be provided. (*bribe* *bribe* *bribe*) feel free to comment on this post, but bear in mind that i might not see it until (gasp) tuesday... tonight i pack up frank the black (my computer) for taking downstairs and eventual transport. thursday there will be mad cleaning (so, yeah, if you want to get in on the cleaning action as well...call me! [or arielle.]) friday we pack everything, and that night i start my little house-sitting stint for john and kristi (kristi - if you read this before i talk to you - daniel said he could stay on until then if it was more convenient for me...and with all the moving stuff...it was). the cable gets turned on........monday? and i get home to make use of it tuesday. granted i might be able to make use of john's laptop. but whatever. you get the point. from here on out, the phone call is the more effective means of communication.
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I would very much like to help... things are REALLY crazy for me right now... but who knows. If I at all can, I'd like to.
And I predict that, like any self-respecting blogger, you will satiate your burning hunger for the world wide web somewhere, somehow, before Tuesday, and will be reading this. So gimme a call, if you guys are coming up short. peace.
My offer to come and sort of stand around and drool still stands.
Can I poke you?
Now George, how will you play guitar with all those broken fingers?
broken fingers??? and yes, before tuesday, but not until sunday...
thanks for your help, george - greatly appreciated, especially amidst your craziness (am i making sense right now?)
gotta run...
Oh, don't worry. The craziness is a permanent thing. :)
bwaHAHOOlaguanalana...
You're at one week... *sigh* how bout a post from your new place of residence?
sorry, dears. the internet is (for some yet-to-be-determined reason) not yet working at the new place. and i don't feel like i can really do a proper post sitting in the welcome room at church....hence the comment.
Hi Alyssa...
commenting...
commenting...
*this is an auto-generated message from the george t.o. department*
"you guys are bums. what a great time to stop blogging. thanks a lot."
no problem, man. but seriously - without you around, what is there to blog about? life has lost its meaning...
*Wind howls through the vast emptiness and somewhere a tumbleweed rolls past like a bad cliché. There is very little that can be seen in the thick half-gloom save for what may be sandy red dirt or possibly a non-descript white floor. In the remote distance a florescent light flickers randomly from an undiscernable height.*
(enter Ben)
Ben: ....Um, hello? Anybody there?
(Ben looks about with a somewhat confused expression on his face and takes a few steps forward)
Ben: .....Alyssa? George? Jo? Anybody? Guess not...
(enter Sven)
Ben: (doesn't hear Sven approach and jumps slightly when he looks over and sees him standing right next to him, but tries not to show it) Oh, hi Sven.
Sven:......
Ben: You haven't seen Alyssa around here, have you?
Sven:......
Ben: Yeah, didn't think so. Um, so....what are you doing here, exactly? And how did you get out of the attic?
Sven:......
Ben:.......
Sven:......
(the light flickrs in the distance)
Ben: (to no one in particular) I'm kinda hungry. Don't suppose there's a fridge or something around here anywhere, huh?
Sven:......
Ben:.......
Sven:......
(the light flickers again. This time Ben takes notice of it. He raises an only vaguely existant eyebrow, looks back at Sven, looks in the direction of the light, looks back at Sven, and looks in the direction of the light again.)
Ben:.......Well...um...I'm gonna go check and see what that light is...'cause it's going to really start getting to me if I don't know what it is.
Sven:.......
Ben: No, no, that's cool. You can just stay right here...and not move. At all.
Sven:......
Ben:......yeah....so....I'll be right back.
(Ben turns and starts striding quickly in the direction of the light, furtively glancing over his shoulder occasionally. Sven does not appear to follow, but when Ben stops Sven is apparently still standing right next to him. Ben is ever so slightly perturbed.)
Ben:.......
Sven:.......
Ben:.......
Sven:.......
Ben:.......alright, if you don't mind me asking, how the HELL do you do that?
Sven:..............(shrugs)
Ben: (sighs) Okaaaayy...
(light flickers. Ben looks over at it, notices that it seems to be the exact same distance away that it was before. Ben looks at Sven. Sven looks back. A tumbleweed rolls by between the two young men, and they both watch it as it goes and raise identical, only vaguely existant eyebrows, a perfect mirror image. They looks at each other. The light flickers. Ben looks over at it, then looks back at Sven. Sven looks back at Ben. Ben looks off into the thick half-gloom and sighs)
Ben: (to no one in particular) It's gonna be a long night...
Sven:.......
Ben: Yeah. I know.
*the wind howls*
*alyssa pokes her head up through a previously unseen trapdoor, looks around, and sighs. the dust around the trapdoor stirs with the unexpected movement, but other than that, all is still*
alyssa: ah... ben footprints. and sven footprints, too - how delightful! so sad all i've got is this trapdoor. and really, i haven't "got" it at all... oi. i do hope it shan't be like this much longer.
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