Moving sucks

Hello and welcome to moviefone!

Despite the rumors, I am indeed alive and well. Well may be a bit of an exaggeration on account of the ick I’ve had on and off for, oh, about a month now. Unrelated sidenote: Do fish get the ick? Is that the official name of the fish common cold? I seem to remember when I was little my mom telling me that my fish, who was lethargically swimming on its side with ominous looking spots on its skin, had the ick. Is that real or just a sugar-coated mom-term? At any rate, between the ick and this whole moving thing, my ass, it has been kicked.

Among the other super fun things I’ve been doing the past few weeks, one activity that sticks out in my mind is transferring the gas service. Thank god you can do it online now, because as anyone that has dealt with People’s Gas in Chicago can tell you, that shit takes forever. A whole new alternative energy source could be discovered before they take you off hold to tell you they’ve pushed the off/on buttons for your two addresses on their giant Deathstar-like switchboard. At least that’s how I imagine it. Or, if your karma’s not so hot, you’ll get the kiss of death… the bizarre mandatory meter reading appointment, which means you’ll be sitting around an empty, echo-y apartment during a “convenient” 4-hour window, so they can arrive at the 11th hour and silently disappear into the basement with their clipboard for 20 seconds and then head back out again.

As I was filling out the online transfer form, I did discover some very fun possible dwellings in the “Location” drag down menu that I can’t wait to live in one day. Here are just a few of my new future homes I am looking forward to:

Hanger
Pier
Garage Apt
Carriage
Lobby
Lot
Cabin
Cottage
Penthouse
Trailer

Also, in the area where boring old “street” would normally go, there are any number of exotic thoroughfares you could live on:

Annex
Arcade
Bayou
Beach
Bluff
Bridge (so chilly! and expensive to heat!)
Camp
Cove
Course
Dam
Fields
Forge
Freeway
Hollow
Isle
Junction
Knolls
Locks
Neck
Ranch
Stavenue (what is this? the love child of a street and an avenue?)
Who knew Chicago had such a diverse terrain?! Alls I know is that I am moving to an isle or the neck real soon.

Hope everyone is doing well. Wish us luck that we don’t get trapped in the labyrinth of boxes that is our apartment.

April 27, 2008. Uncategorized. 6 Comments.

6 Comments

  1. Miranda replied:

    I shall live in a Compound. In my perfect world I would be thoroughly prepared for the coming of The Revolution and live in a warren carved into the side of a mountain and connected by broadband-enabled burrows.

    April 28th, 2008 at 10:13 am. Permalink.

  2. the little one replied:

    Good luck with the transition! Thanks for the comment on Sassy. Moving does suck, a lot. As far as locales to live, don’t you think the bayou might smell? Doesn’t sound all that appealing to me. ;) [Oh, I know you must still love the emoticons or how ever the hell you spell it.]

    April 29th, 2008 at 1:42 pm. Permalink.

  3. karen replied:

    mandy…yes.
    perfect plan.

    Hollow…who will reside in the Hollow?

    April 29th, 2008 at 7:34 pm. Permalink.

  4. laura_a replied:

    everything you always wanted to know about “ich”(or “ick”) but were afraid to ask your mom;

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ichthyophthirius

    April 30th, 2008 at 11:43 am. Permalink.

  5. collene replied:

    wow! you rock!! stretching your librarian legs, eh?? :)

    April 30th, 2008 at 3:19 pm. Permalink.

  6. Anne replied:

    Yes, fish get the ick. We had an aquarium full of ick when I was about 7. All was well until their tails fell off and then they died, slow rotting fish corpses that floated to the top of the tank. Isn’t that a lovely bedtime story?

    I vote for cottage on the beach. But not the Maine beach because it is FREEZING here today.

    May 3rd, 2008 at 8:20 am. Permalink.

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