Willikers

i have no idea what willikers means, but that's about how i feel today.

as in, golly-gee willikers!

but also with a tinge of "i dreamt i had a worm in my arm."

all clear?

sorry for the lack of blogging, but things have been ka-razy. in the past week we packed up the entire house, sold two thirds of everything we'd accumulated and left another stack with the salvation army. i've cancelled my cell phone and various other services, changed my address to "africa" with other places, and made a small pile of stuff earmarked to come with us. i just reserved a truck to drive to LA next weekend and...

next weekend?

hells ya.

bartlebee is doing the boingboingboing and i'm not much better off. things are intense, but then again, a repo man is always intense.

(bartlebee: film reference there)

i've got a wife. i've got my life in various boxes or converted into cash (did i tell you we made over $1400?). i'm consolidating accounts and wrangling details. there are tanzanian visas in our passports and tickets in the bag.

i still have to figure out how i want to connect to the internets from overseas. to gmail or not to gmail? my mail server has a web interface but it's kinda sucky. and i already have a bazillion email addresses.

where does the madness end?

it's the new year if you're of the heebie persuasion. so happy new years. if you want to see me before i leave indefinitely, i suggest contacting me soon.