My stuff, Hank, and my apartment

This entry was published at least two years ago (originally posted on July 9, 2001). Since that time the information may have become outdated or my beliefs may have changed (in general, assume a more open and liberal current viewpoint). A fuller disclaimer is available.

My stuff is here!

I got woken up this morning to the ring of the doorbell as my shipment of almost everything I own at the moment got delivered. I ended up with one pallette to be shipped — a grand total of 1,075 lbs. — and when I stood next to it, it looked like it was about 7 ft. high. Lots of crap, basically, but it’s my crap, and it’s the crap I wanted to keep.

Looks like I won’t be into my apartment until tomorrow evening, rather than tonight. A bit of a bummer, but nothing too huge. When I talked to my landlord the carpet people were in the midst of getting the new carpets down, but the new locks hadn’t been installed yet. So, I call tomorrow afternoon to see if everything’s good, and hopefully will actually get a ‘yes’ this time.

And lastly — Hank! I put in my first online order for a DVD the other day, so that I could get ahold of the Heny Rollins DVD I babbled about a while ago. It showed up in the mail today, and so I’m now the quite happy owner of Henry Rollins: Talking From the Box/Rollins Goes to London. Talking From the Box I’ve actually seen before on videotape with friends back in Anchorage, but Rollins Goes to London has apparently not been released before, so that’ll be a completely new thing for me. Very cool…hrm…guess what I’m watching tonight?