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May. 3rd, 2005 05:06 pm"Sorry, this isn't the time capsule, either."
The oddest part about the recent messages is that I'm not actually finding them in the boxes I'm unpacking. They're mysteriously appearing on surfaces, found as I'm tidying up at the end of an unpacking session. This one was in one of the 12 boxes of fanzines I unpacked last night. Along with a most-welcome boost to my accessible music CD library. (No, I hadn't put everything on iTunes. More fool, me.)
Y'see, there was this space at the end of each box. Just right for 9 CDs, plus a few small pictures or office supplies on top. So I now have another 100+ albums I haven't heard in the last year and a half. Yay!
My only problem now is that if I find any more CDs, I'll have to come up with a solution to the impending CD shelving crisis. That could be tricky.
My musical horizons are likely to get stretched again later this week. Catherine Crockett (WINOLJ, to the best of my knowledge) is the roadie for a "Canadian psych/noise" band, Gastric Female Reflex. The band has a gig in Easthampton, MA on Thursday, and they all plan to stay here at Toad Woods before and after. Looks like fun. Now if I can just keep going with everything else that needs doing before Sunday. Life is going to get even more social for a bit after that -- 10 days straight of 1-8 house guests, plus a very welcome dog.
I'm off to attempt the rescue of the largest of the bird feeders. The squirrels wrestled it to the ground today, forcing it to spill all of its seed in the process. They're having a squirrel picnic in celebration. So much for the effectiveness of the "Squirrel Away" pepper additive.
The oddest part about the recent messages is that I'm not actually finding them in the boxes I'm unpacking. They're mysteriously appearing on surfaces, found as I'm tidying up at the end of an unpacking session. This one was in one of the 12 boxes of fanzines I unpacked last night. Along with a most-welcome boost to my accessible music CD library. (No, I hadn't put everything on iTunes. More fool, me.)
Y'see, there was this space at the end of each box. Just right for 9 CDs, plus a few small pictures or office supplies on top. So I now have another 100+ albums I haven't heard in the last year and a half. Yay!
My only problem now is that if I find any more CDs, I'll have to come up with a solution to the impending CD shelving crisis. That could be tricky.
My musical horizons are likely to get stretched again later this week. Catherine Crockett (WINOLJ, to the best of my knowledge) is the roadie for a "Canadian psych/noise" band, Gastric Female Reflex. The band has a gig in Easthampton, MA on Thursday, and they all plan to stay here at Toad Woods before and after. Looks like fun. Now if I can just keep going with everything else that needs doing before Sunday. Life is going to get even more social for a bit after that -- 10 days straight of 1-8 house guests, plus a very welcome dog.
I'm off to attempt the rescue of the largest of the bird feeders. The squirrels wrestled it to the ground today, forcing it to spill all of its seed in the process. They're having a squirrel picnic in celebration. So much for the effectiveness of the "Squirrel Away" pepper additive.
