I’ve been a bad boy… I heard of BlueShark GXG pads from MyMyBox last year and been keeping an eye on them for a while. Well, the version 2.0 pads came out recently and I read a few reviews that claim they’re much better than Cobalt Flux pads. I personally can’t wait until it gets here, though the fact it weighs 85 pounds is somewhat frightening. That’s freaking heavy, and it’s made of pure metal: no more wood!

I spent all Saturday packing, and have come to the realization that I have way too many books. So far, I have over 16 file-boxes just to wrangle my excessive book, video-game, and DVD collection. It’s definitely a good thing I’m divesting myself of possessions, because this is getting out of hand. I still have to pack the pantry, the kitchen, and my bedroom, but progress is steady. Sunday has been a laundry extravaganza, as I hauled four loads worth to the laundry-mat five blocks away.

The moving has somehow already begun. I’ve managed to locate a new abode in the Lakeview area, and deposit gripped firmly in hand, I’ve procured movers and started the lengthy and arduous task of packaging my meager belongings. The management company appears excessively paranoid, perhaps even fanatically rabid when performing background and other sundry checks on prospective renters. What began as a simple rental application quickly escalated into a veritable gauntlet of eerily invasive and laughably obtuse hoops I leapt through in hopes of obtaining shelter.

Holy Shit! Keith Olbermann seems to be a Democratic version of Rush Limbaugh, but that video is scary. It also doesn’t help that the Republicans are now questioning the freaking Democrats about their silence on the Foley scandal not days after reports Republicans knew about Foley for years, possibly even a decade! I understand a party may want to retain power, but Jesus Tapdancing Christ this is absolutely inexcusable. Is nothing sacred?

And you are faded, and I am gone. To this, answers flutter from within dark recesses unbound and belittled. I’d seek no relevance through the unkind sights or withering sighs, but for all masks hidden in our eyes. So in the glimmer, a stark contrast filtered through and through, is flown beyond oblivion. There were once wishes in the unbidden, sake for sale, and writ bold by sole and solitude. So the wavering visages of the ides walk, undaunted by rage or irony, slackened not by tidings of two and seven.