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Mar. 22nd, 2002 12:49 am1 am next day: Two friends have now responded to a description of my new hobby by telling me to move to a new apartment. Luckily for all involved, the rearrangement has left me a little too tired to generate sarcasm as quickly as necessary in situations like that.
Getting the CDs across the room... first I tried doing handfuls, which was too slow. Then I tried loading up a container (the top of a comic-book box, in this case) with discs, carrying it across the room, and unloading it. This was faster and better, but it took time to pack discs into the thing in a fashion that kept them from clacking around. Finally, I admitted to myself that risks would have to be taken and started picking up tall stacks of discs whole, with my arm as the primary structural element. This isn't hard or anything, but I've done it before and ended up with jewel cases flying everywhere from a single misstep, and I no longer have lots of extra intact cases sitting around for such disasters.
Didn't fuck up. Much glee. All 2000-some bedroom discs are now roughly where they need to be, and the 500 living-room discs have a home, if they want it.
Nothing else moves an inch until I have time to make it, which means potentially waiting until Saturday night.
Getting the CDs across the room... first I tried doing handfuls, which was too slow. Then I tried loading up a container (the top of a comic-book box, in this case) with discs, carrying it across the room, and unloading it. This was faster and better, but it took time to pack discs into the thing in a fashion that kept them from clacking around. Finally, I admitted to myself that risks would have to be taken and started picking up tall stacks of discs whole, with my arm as the primary structural element. This isn't hard or anything, but I've done it before and ended up with jewel cases flying everywhere from a single misstep, and I no longer have lots of extra intact cases sitting around for such disasters.
Didn't fuck up. Much glee. All 2000-some bedroom discs are now roughly where they need to be, and the 500 living-room discs have a home, if they want it.
Nothing else moves an inch until I have time to make it, which means potentially waiting until Saturday night.
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Date: 2002-03-22 10:23 am (UTC)