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Palpable apprehension becomes tentative joy

It's the age-old moving story, from our old place to our new place:

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No, I didn't age tremendously and then en-young-en. That's my dad with Silas in the top pic. Thanks to everyone who helped out! Life--and yes, even blogging--should return to normal soon. Sam is the only one who will miss all the boxes. (Note his contented box-tower perching in the first picture.)

Further proof that there is an endless supply of weird shit for babies

Behold, the Wash Pod, apparently shown here with some sort of pleasure droid:
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Fantagraphics has awesome office picnics

That is one lesson to be learned here. The other lesson is, I think, "Don't fuck with Fantagraphics."

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Condo for sale

The old Belltown place is now online and officially on the market. Don't miss the staging photos:

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This is not my beautiful house! This is not my beautiful bowl of plastic fruit! (Professional staging is apparently becoming much more common.)

Amidst this process, I learned about a cool new site called Walkscore.com that rates how walkable your neighborhood is. The condo ranks a 91. Our new place ranks a 94, although it is certainly less walkable. Walkscore cannot, unfortunately, differentiate between the brand-new Whole Foods on Denny and the "Saveway" sketch-mart next to Occidental Park.

Take that, Jesus!

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Recent Arrivals at my house


  • The first disc of Californication. I had heard it was kind of sucky, but it was much, much better than I thought it would be. Good enough that we're going to watch the rest of the season (which is doubly amazing since we haven't even started watching new Weeds yet).

  • The deafening sound of, apparently, a heavy-duty drilling rig that's boring through—I'm just guessing here—a deep, abandoned well that's been filled with hundreds of thousands of thick metal dinner plates. It's been echoing across the Qwest Field parking lot, coming from King Street Station. It sounds like they're destroying Amtrak.

  • An official, bona fide Roast Beef greeting card (thanks, Tom!)

  • A keg of Rainier, for the Post-Natal Kegger (and, hence, a deductible business expense!) (what, you didn't know you were at a client party?)

  • A Roku Netflix box, which we aren't hooking up until we're done with our deadline for Beasts: Book Two. The tension is nigh unbearable. Unopened consumer electronics? Sacre bleu!

Humans

  • Beijing Shanghai Other Seattle Jason
    For whom my jealousy currently knows no bounds has subsided to normal levels
  • AL
    "For fuck's sake"-saying secret Space Shuttle pilot
  • Ben
    My personal economist
  • Boy Jill
    Child star, misanthrope
  • Dalton
    a.k.a. "Words"
  • HB
    My high-plains baby-mama
  • Hunts
    Big giant soft-spoken death-cheater
  • Jason
    Hard-rocking, hi-tech coolio
  • Jill
    Muffin baker, dream taker (and don't miss her food blog either)
  • Jim
    Funny, in Booklyn
  • Jot
    Rock 'n' roll Dungeon Master
  • JPD
    Spread-eagled beagle guy
  • Karin
    My editor/hero
  • Kurt
    Fighting crime with his homemade suit of armor
  • Shanti
    Drinks a lot, or not at all
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