So it turns out I own a lot more stuff that I had originally thought I did. At first, packing up books, CDs and comics, you know, stuff that’s on shelves, was simple and made moving look like it was going to be relatively easy. Well this facade didn’t last long…

Example… Clothes? No problem, I don’t really own that many. Oh wait, jackets? I have quite a few of those. Packed. Done. Oh hey, there’s some more jackets in here, better pack those into some more boxes. Next up… oh wait, there’s more coats in this closet. Better get out another box…

Now repeat this process but each time with a different set of objects like: camera equipment, lighting equipment, computer components, cables, files and folders, scripts, musical instruments, toys, knick-knacks, kitchen stuff, photos and general tiny doo hickey things that I have a tenancy to hold onto for posterity reasons and mix it all up in a building rush of growing haste, panic and the fact that you’re not doing it in any order and you just keep discovering stuff you completely forgot you own and that’s at least a brief description of the moving process I went through this weekend.

Actually, don’t get me started on the packing of the DVDs either. I thought I’d have enough boxes to hold all of them… totally didn’t. In fact, the volume ratio of DVDs was well more than all my books, comics, cds and clothes combined.

Moving is not fun and in fact, I haven’t even moved yet, I’ve moved my furniture (half of it) into my new temporary room, but the room isn’t actually free yet as the guy still hasn’t moved out and wont be for a few days. So all the stuff that required a trailer is packed into the corner, but all the crap that’s in boxes is currently stored at a friends until the room frees up and even then, I don’t think I’ll fit everything into the room.

So it’s safe to say that this whole moving experience has developed a new found appreciation for the lifestyle of hobos and I’m pretty much close to denouncing my worship of consumerism. Well, not quite. But I think I’m going to start selling off a lot of the things I own just so that the next move, whenever that will be, will involve a lot less stuff needing packing and moving… hopefully.

It’s been a long weekend and aside from the packing and moving, there was also a lot of house cleaning involved and by the end of it all, I was dead on my feet, but still managed to go out for some drinks and work a full shift. Actually, I’m still tired as hell because I haven’t had enough catch up sleep, but at this point, I’m used to it. It’s just hard to write anything right now and feel its something actually readable. Like that last line, pretty sure it doesn’t make much sense.

Anyway, a super massive huge big thanks to everyone who helped in some way from helping transport stuff to putting me up for a night (or both). You all know you are. And now I shall enjoy a few days of homelessness until I get to do some proper moving into my new place.

I’m typing this on my own computer now, which is such a welcomed change as I find it really hard to type on particular keyboards. One of my anal retentive issues I’ve got with have that particular clicking noise that I’ve got to have.

But yeah, this is really still a kind of temporary thing. The computer is only hooked up through a really long cord across the house as we’re still waiting on the landlord to get back to us on drilling a hole in the corner to feed the cables under the house. Another problem from that is that despite this house being totally awesome old and pretty, is it’s ridiculously cold at almost all times of the day. The heater I bought (as my old and much bigger and better one was lost in my absent moving period) isn’t heating up as big of a room as I’d hope it would and I’m only getting mildly not cold temperatures going on. The rest of the house, like the hallway for example are like giant, pretty looking meat rooms with steamy breaths and everything going on wherever you are. I can’t wait for winter to end as this house will be great in the summer, but so far a deathtrap in the winter.

Oh and finally got results back today on our 48 hour film and how its done as a possible wild card selectee… nada! I never thought I’d be selected and once again, I’m right. So the big win is now I finally get to post it out online to the world for all of you to see. So without further ado, here is our entry into the 2007 V 48 Hour Furious Filmmaking Competition… Flash Sanders: Funk Detective.

So my room is pretty much set out. Desk. Bed. Computer. Stereo system. Super sweet leather chairs… all totally checked.

Still got to work out the internet connection as there is no easy way of connecting to my room at the moment, so for now I’m limited to using other flatmate’s computers which are all connected to the internet and running without hiccups. Reckon this is just a conspiricy of theirs to stop me using up all the bandwidth downloading emu porn or something. Cause that stuff is hot.

But yeah, the place is looking great and over time shall be even greater. Maybe a Chuck Norris level of great, but that’s a big stretch to be honest. But now I’m getting into a more settled lifestyle free of running around trying to remember where I live, I can finally get started on some editing of videos that have been in need of editing for sometime now.

But first… drinking. I’m just gonna keep writing it up everywhere because of the mega crushed phone incident, I have lost quite a few numbers and shall keep posting notes on here, myspace, bebo and public toilet walls of the flatwarming that shall be going on here this Saturday where there will be much drinking and… yeah, that’s it. Just the drinking. Email or txt me if you need details, but be sure to include who you are because I’m now sick of messaging people back “blah, blah, blah. Sorry, I lost my phone to a bear that mistoke it for a jar of honey and I’ve lost some numbers. Who is this?” Happens all the time. Damn grizzlys.