Well the web server is back in action after the move and I have a few things to catch up on.

First, to quote Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, let’s take the recent unpleasantness. It appears that Dubyuh is going to be in charge for another 4 years. It hurts the soul, it really does. I hope these guys are happy!

Second, I moved. It was pretty painless since I hired movers. It’s absolutely amazing how fast three burly Mexican guys can haul all of your worldly possessions across town. Here’s a picture of the outside of the building– more to come once I find which box I packed my digital camera in.

Third, I hurt my eye… sort of. For several days before The move my left eye was very irritated, as though there was something stuck in it. This wasn’t too surprising since I was stirring up a ton of dust and grime while I was packing everything. As the days went by I tried a lot of stuff to clear it out; blinking while holding me head at a certain angle, dousing it under the faucet, Visine by the gallon but nothing worked.
One day, while trying in vain to locate and eradicate the interloping particle, I saw something odd. One of my eyelashes had inexplicably decided to grow out of the bottom edge of my eyelid. Since it was growing straight down, it laid across the cornea causing the irritation. I yanked it out (yes it hurt) with a pair of needle nose pliers and WHAM it was 100% better. I realized afterwards that this must have been bothering me for some time even before I noticed my eye was irritated. It was as if something over the last weeks had been bothering me and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it and now that feeling had gone away. Judging from a quick Google it looks like that hair took anywhere from 2-4 months to reach it’s eye-jabbing length. I can just imagine it creeping in slowly irritating the eye in tiny increments until it finally gets close enough to a nerve to make me notice.

*shudder*
Bodies are weird.

Fourth and finally, I have been pondering the subject of “hipsters.” Matt (My ex-roommate) and I discussed them at length one morning on the way to Augies and Matt pointed out that they nearly always wear mesh backed baseball caps and t-shirts which they consider ironic in some way, but really aren’t. Obviously someone agrees with me:

…old-timers and the hipsters who have just shown up. Young post-collegiates in ironic T-shirts and forklift drivers in sincere ones.

It just goes to show you that there isn’t a single original idea in the world, not even about hipsters.