... And six boxes later (I swear I thought I had the office nearly packed. How I came up with 6 more boxes, I don't know. And there's still the closet. ), I need a break. Have I mentioned before how much I hate the moving part of moving? Because I really, truly, unquestionably do. So very much, I could write a song.

Moooooooving....
Oh, you metaphorical son of a whore
One who sucks the balls of my time
And I'd rather be spendin it
Doing stuff, like watching tv
Layin in the sun
And frying chicken
Moo-moo-moo-mooooooviiing...

Haha. Um, just kidding. If I were going to write a song about moving, it would have a lot more curse-words.

So in my big Sorting Fest I've been having with the masses of junk that I tend to stash in nooks and crannies, I came across a list. Perhaps you have heard me mention the Good Guy/Bad Guy Team Theory of the NHL? I have, more than once. Anyhoo, there is one. And apparently I actually made a handwritten list of every team in the NHL and which comic book character they are best represented by. Because, you know, I'm crazy and weird like that. Some teams haven't got a character match, and some that do I cannot for the life of me figure out what the hell I was thinking.

But for your entertainment (and to serve my procrastination and frequent break-taking tendencies), here are some of the highlights:

(I didn't put enough thought into it to make them universe specific, thankfully. That would be far too embarrassing).

Philly - Good Guy Team - The Thing. I know that's fairly obvious, but come on... in Philly it's always clobberin' time.

Boston -Good Guy Team - Batman. Again with the somewhat obvious color coordination, but then you got that super old-school thing going on, too.

Colorado - Good Guy Team - Captain America. Because of the being disgustingly perfect.

I also dubbed Columbus and Minnesota the Wonder Twins, because they were young and useless. Kinda funny, since Minnesota ended up actually being pretty damned good.

New Jersey - Bad Guy Team - The Kingpin. Because, well, duh.

NY Rangers - Good Guy Team - The Punisher, with a question mark after it. I think I was going for a sort of Good Guy Team with a Bad Guy Attitude thing, but got stuck (Any suggestions Mr. You-Know-Who-You-Are- Unabashed-Rangers-fan?)

Chicago - Bad Guy Team - Magneto. They got that bad guy thing on, but they get mad cool points.

Detroit - Bad Guy Team - The Red Skull, for the exact same reason that Colorado has to be Captain America.

And there you go. Now that I've put evidence of what a geek I am on the internet for all sundry (yes, all 6 of you) to see, I shall hang my head in shame while I pack the numerous board games that we never play but The Boy insists we keep anyway.

Stay tuned for More Embarrassing Things Mikkie Finds While Packing! And Stupid Songs! Can you tell I'm getting a little slap-happy? Or maybe packing tape has as of yet undiscovered mind-altering fumes.   ¶ 6/05/2003 12:48:00 PM

  I filled my first day of not being required to show up anywhere with a bunch of errands. Kind of disappointing, eh? Among them was a forray into the Super-Walmart, where I got a couple of new tires while I did my shopping. So I pick up a Pet Taxi for the kitties, since they'll be making the drive to NJ with me in a couple of weeks and I wanted it available to them so that perhaps they would get used to it.

*Note: this is pointless. I did the same thing with the dog's carrier - although his trip will be much shorter since he's flying. I do not want to make an 18 hour drive with a dog if it can be avoided, and since he doesn't really like the car, I don't think he wants to either. However. The cat carrier? Totally ignored by the cats. Can't keep them out of Puck's, though. So naturally he doesn't want to go in, because he thinks it theirs. "Damned right it is!" they say. Eh.

So back to Wally World. I pick up the cat carrier, a few incidentals, and a gallon of that putrescent green paint I was talking about a few posts ago. Go back to the Tire & Lube area, pay for everything, and exit through the door that leads to my car. Only my dumb ass thinks that I can set a gallon of paint inside a pet taxi, balance that on my hip, and open the door at the same time with my keys and my purse in my hand, which, apparently, I can't. Plunk goes the gallon o' paint, and now Walmart's exit through their service garage is decorated in lime green paint spatters ala 1989.

Strangely enough, they were very nice about it, and I had about five jumpsuited mechanics come a'runnin with their rags not to clean the floor, but to get the paint off of my things. Very nice, I thought. Still, the good southern girl in me was properly shamed, and it made me feel worse that they shooed me out and wouldn't let me help clean up my own mess (not that I would have let me either, out of fear of further mishap... heh).

I also bought boxes, lined up all the utilities to be shut down, filled out some paperwork at HR, and did a bunch of other crap not worth mentioning. That was good. But now I need to work on actual packing, which I am quite loathe to do. Sitting around and pissing off on the computer is much more my style, thank you very much. But then, I do have a week left before the movers come. I work soooo much better under pressure.

  ¶ 6/05/2003 10:13:00 AM

  Guess what, folks? In less than an hour and a half, I will join the masses of the unemployed. I can't freaking wait. WHOO!   ¶ 6/03/2003 03:38:00 PM