I just realized it’s Sunday. We’re supposed to have Sensational Science. But to give you an idea of how far my brain has shut down, I forgot what the time difference is between Washington and North Carolina, thus leaving my best friend twiddling his thumbs for an hour while I scampered here, there and everywhere looking for those 1,001 items that you didn’t know you needed until you moved into a new place. Every weekend for nearly two decades I’ve been calling this man, and yet I forget what time it is. Gah.

I’ve been trying to scan the political news, and can only get through a few sentences before my brain tries to crawl into a corner and die. Trying to unpack over 30 boxes of books on top of the usual household implements will do that to you.

In better news, thanks to the kindness of a strong friend, I do have a new microwave. You don’t realize how much you rely on those damned things until you haven’t got one.

Things will return to normal shortly. In the meantime, don’t forget to check in at Z’s place later for COTEB XI.

Thank you, Ron Britton, for finding the Lolcat that sums it up so superbly:

It applies more to my soon-to-be-former roommate’s poor boyfriend. I gave up cheap for convenient long ago. He wanted to, but ended up like the poor cat above.

Still. I should’ve hired someone to pack the damned books.

Posting is likely to be light-to-non-existent today, depending on when the Comcast guy gets me hooked up, and how well the move goes. Please accept my profound apologies for not having something set up in advance, and consider this your opportunity to write something brilliant for the next Carnival of the Elitist Bastards, which will be sailing from Captain Z’s place this weekend.

See you all from my new location.

…but lost the electoral. That gorgeous tobacco loveseat the vast majority of you liked so much would’ve won, but Fred Meyer had this on sale for $250:

Plus matching rocking recliner for $230. And this photo doesn’t do it justice – it’s a damned attractive loveseat. It’s also dead comfortable. We got friendly, one thing led to another, and it’s currently in a friend’s garage awaiting its new home.

Granted, it’s not as fancy as the other one, which was an awesome sweet design. But I took a look at the fabric up close, and, well – it’s that shiny, weird-feeling sort of microfiber that looks great for about six months and then totally goes to shit. This cherry isn’t. It’s made of the kind of microfiber that will endure years of abuse. And did I mention comfortable? And the fact I got both it and its recliner for a hundred bucks less than I would’ve paid for the other loveseat alone? Well, it was worth mentioning again.

Your votes did count. Without them, I never would’ve considered a dark brown loveseat. Thank you all very, very much for your input. I wish I could reward you with drinks. Instead, I’ll have to reward you with pics of the awesome decor you’ll enjoy should your travels ever take you to Seattle, and you decide to drop in at Dana’s casa for an evening.

You guys rock even more than that new recliner of mine…

And now, back to Science Sunday.

No consensus has formed around my first choice in loveseat. That being so, I have quested further afield, and discovered a few interesting possibilities. Once again, your opinions are desired.

I love this one for the style and the fact that it’s made by Simmons (screams comfort, doncha know), but being a smoker, I especially love that they’re calling this color “tobacco:”

Isn’t that sweet?

There’s also the temptation of a good recliner instead, though. This one is super-cheap and looks super-comfy.

For comparison’s sake, I’ll put up yesterday’s find, and you lot can battle it out. If you were dropping by Dana’s house for a little light Con-bashing, followed by a movie, which seat would you pick?

Bear in mind there can be only one. My soon-to-be new place is slightly smaller than my budget.

Thanks for your input, my darlings.

I’m shopping for a love seat. Found this one on clearance at Target:

I mean, how cool is that? A love seat that converts into a bed fit for midgets! Or for someone who wants to spread out her laptop and writing crap in front of the teevee some night.

What do you all think? Aye or nay?

Happy Hour will be unavoidably detained today. You can blame this guy:

Given the choice between more Con dumbfuckery and astrophysics with Neil deGrasse Tyson, put it like this: Con dumbfuckery is forever, but Neil’s only going to be in Seattle tonight.

There’s also apartment hunting to be done.

Back soon, my darlings.

The nice thing about NaNo being over is, I can spend almost an hour chasing after pictures of things I didn’t know existed until I searched for pictures of hotels and housekeeping. The only towel origami I’d ever experienced was back when my friend Devin folded up a penis to leave on the pillow of the ultra-religious roommate who’d just moved in to a friend’s dorm. It was inspired by the smiling sperm keychain another friend owned.

I don’t have to tell you where the keychain was placed, now, do I?

So. Right. Housekeeping news. I’m still cleaning up debris from Hurricane NaNo. There’s a few bits to add in before we have a really truly complete book for those of you who wanted to raze it to the foundations. What fun is demolition if you don’t get to demolish something complete? Those of you who requested a copy will have it by Saturday. Spend the intervening time getting in touch with your evil Inner Editors for me, por favor.

Those of you who pay attention to such things might notice a comment or two suddenly vanishing. Spammers have gotten clever – they’re either using people or someone’s created AI that has just as much brain function as the average Expelled fan. Which is to say, just enough to get past the spam filters and pretend to be saying something worthwhile. Comments left by spammers will die a hideous death, so if you’re a spammer, don’t waste your time.

Finally, don’t forget to check out Kaden’s find. How many of us here have the atheism? Mwah-ha-ha! I think we should run a betting pool on whether GodTube got Poe’d or not.