Totally loopy
Yes, it’s yet another post about packing. Sorry, but that’s pretty much all I can think of right now. Those of you looking for hardhitting critiques of academia, random poetry, or amateur music-criticism, try back in a week or so once the dust has settled. And I mean that literally: I just vacuumed under my bed for the first time, well, since the bed arrived in the apartment, and there was so much dust that my stalwart little vacuum cleaner overheated and spluttered to a stop. Killer dust bunnies. Terrifying dust bunnies. Frank from Donnie Darko dust bunnies. Bunnies, bunnies, it must be bunnies!
Ahem. Anyway. What I was going to say was, I’ve come to think of packing as having a depressive stage ("urgh, why bother, just pitch everything, my God why do I even have this much stuff, everything will go horribly wrong, I think I need to lie down now") and a manic stage. This evening I got some kind of strange second wind and hit the manic stage. Suddenly I was all "hey, this is FUN, this is like doing a great big jigsaw puzzle, whoohoo, I can cram the Tupperware into that stockpot! I’ll just keep going all night!" The triggering event may have been the discovery of the missing jumbo roll of tape, which had rolled under the one piece of furniture I didn’t think to look under.
I’m now winding down for the night, but I’m still a bit loopy. Imagine the Magnetic Fields‘ song "Chicken with its Head Cut Off" as the background soundtrack for this post. (Nothing like singing the chorus of that song — "Well, my heart’s running ’round like a chicken with its head cut off, all around the barnyard, falling in and out of love. Poor thing’s blind as a bat, getting up, falling down, getting up…who’d fall in love with a chicken with its head cut off?" — as you run from room to room like the proverbial headless chicken yourself.)
Magnetic Fields! Oh how I love them!
Maybe “Pappa was a Rodeo” will help with the movingness.
You know what really oughtta exist? Donnie Darko: the Musical.
Good use of BtVS musical lyrics. Of course, now I have the damn thing stuck in my head. 🙂
…or maybe midgets…
Awfully quiet over there! Dust bunnies didn’t get ya, did they?
Your comments won’t let me comment 🙁
Okay, they will let me say I cannot comment, but they do not let me say that you managed to get my favourite band and my favourite BtVS episode into the same post…
I’ve had some comment spam issues lately (bastards!), so the comment wonkiness may have had to do with Typepad blocking the spammers and removing the offending comments. Hopefully it was a one-time occurrence.
Fellow Magnetic Fields fans! Yeeha!