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Memo to myself: Stop upgrading things. I downloaded the new Microsoft Java stuff because of a security concern that was uncovered about the "old" one. As a result, the IE page displayer that I use is seriously fucked up. Everything is displaying in a font that's about one or two points too large, and it looks a little too bolded, and... bleah. So, if this looks seriously wrong in IE, I apologize, but at the moment, that's how it looks to me, too.

The title of this bit is a little misleading. There's a Cerebus segement that's titled Insecure Sinecure, and that title has been rattling around my head a little bit lately. Sosumi.

Anyway, I didn't write bupkis for the last several weeks, because we've been packing and moving and all the related shit, and for the longest time, if I had tried to write anything, the sentences would have been in all caps, and been things like, "WHERE IS THE FUCKING INSULATION CREW YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKERS INSULATE THE HOUSE GODDAMMIT SHIT DAMMIT!!", and since that's barely intelligible, let alone interesting reading, I've been more or less content to sit quietly and let Liz do everything.

There. I added a point-size definition to the style sheet, and things look somewhat better. Still, I wonder why it screwed up in the first place. Oh, well.

So, about the title. Lately, my life has consisted of not being too stressed about moving. If you've been around me at all lately, you know that this has been a complete success. I've been so serene and tranquil that on multiple occasions I've been mistaken for a Buddhist monk, out on pilgramage to see the world. Yeah, right. And I've been a little sensitive to certain things, and I wanted to just let it all out in one hyperactive spew, that was likely to be a little insensitive.

Anyway, just a little note for anyone out there who ever builds a house, and then has friends come over to help you move. Nearly all of them will at one point make an observation about your house, and then tack on some charming comment like, "Well, I guess it's just not how I would do if it it was my house."

Not your house?! Well, fuck you Jobu, it's OUR HOUSE! Neener neener neener OUR HOUSE! Not good enough for you?! Watch in hideous fascination as I roll around in the absolutely fucking expansive master bedroom and rent out the gigantic walk-in closet as office space! HAHAHA!! Watch in insane fury as we play loud music without disturbing people on the other side of the walls, floor, or ceiling! Listen in stunned amazement as we aren't woken up by the sound of loud music coming from people on the other side of our floors, walls, or ceilings! HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE!!

No, really, I'm fine. Thank you for asking, though.