Andee from the internet.

I keep dreaming about 222 Elm. That damn house is stalking me and laughing at the fact that I could never afford it in a million years (and apparently neither can anyone else - it's still on the market).

I am so done with moving every 2 years, I swear. I hate the packing, I hate the uprooting, I have the psychological crap I go through during long drawn out transitions. At least this time I don't have to worry much about the scrubbing, as we all seem to be forfeiting our security deposits to J and S in order to get out of the post move scrubbage. I really am half inclined to find myself a house when I come back just so I can put down some damn roots and stay somewhere for a while.

I was having a conversation with a friend yesterday about how they never want to get married, have kids or buy a house because all of those things = trapped to them. Me... I don't know. The goings on of the past couple of years have kinda soured me on committed long-term relationships to the point where I roll to disbelieve in forever, but the abstract concept of it all is still something I chase because I'm jonesing hard for something stable and consistent right now - something to go home to every night and not have to worry about where I'll be (or who I'll be with - lets be honest here) in the next year or five. And since I don't have much faith in people right now or in myself ever, I guess I'm turning to real estate as my new metaphor for stability... in abstractia anyway. Not that real estate can't leave you too by way of fire or foreclosure. But... meh. Even if I can't afford it in this lifetime, there is something rather comforting in the idea of 222 Elm... probably all that brick. It looks like a heavy, solid house - something about it just says "yeah... I always was here, and I'm gonna stay here until they tear me down. Which they won't cause I'm a goddamn historic landmark, muuuuhahahaha. Come all ye big bad wolves just try to huff and puff at my ass.... CAUSE I'M A BRICK.... HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE."

.....okay, got a little carried away there. But yeah. *sigh* Back to work and packing.

Welcome to Boston, where the new tunnels system should have signs posted warning motorists of falling rock, it takes fifteen wrong turns before you get to your hotel, and when you get into the hotel itself, it follows dream logic. No I'm serious, if you're like me and have dreams about hotels every so often you'll immediately recognize the place where room 201 is between rooms 237 and 238. You've dreamed it. it's crazy.

Anyway, we got here, after doing battle with laundry, unfinished renders and compositing, packing, emotional overwraughtness right and left, putting a deposit down on our weddingthingie space, and trying to get through Boston without killing anybody due to the fact that while our hotel may be in plain sight from the highway, getting to said place took 45 minutes of navigational blundering due to bad signage and inconveniently placed road islands. And then there's the weird dream logic hotel, where the hallways are ovens cause all the air conditioners vent into them and the numbering system for the rooms is quite remarkably hosed.

I've decided that I can't stand the underground tunnel type things. While driving in Boston is legendarily nightmarish, I find I quite like being able to see things around me like people and trees and sky and stuff, unless I'm going through a mountain or under a body of water or on the subway, though I suppose I tacitly support the idea of making driving less fun so maybe more people could do the public transport thing or something. Seriously... the tunnels just made me extremely claustrophobic, which is funny cause it's a five lane underground highway. Plus there's that little thing where part of one somewhere collapsed and killed someone a couple of weeks ago doesn't help with the whole making me comfy with it idea. On the other end one of the wrong turns we made got us lost in the North End, which was extremely pretty while we were trying to find our way back... I saw a couple of buildings that I totally want to photograph... there was this office building with Gigantic. Pointy. Ostentatious. Chandeliers. That I of course thought were the coolest thing evar in their "Ph33r me, we are GOTHIC" sort of way. And a store of some sort that had large models of ships in the windows. Might have to go back and check that out later.

So since C and I might have opportunities to get away from the Revenge of the CGI Nerds convention, does anyone have any special things or places we can go that only cost the price of T fare? We are teh poor. :)

Speaking of which. In the words of Stephen Colbert, "Hollywood, you are on notice." I read in this week's EW that they now have to gall to be remaking Revenge of the Nerds. I am apopletic. I mean, what next? Back to the Future? Grrr.

Anyway, today has been shitty and I just had to help haul lots of heavy compy equipment upstairs in the yecch that is the soupy weather, so I'm going to put an end to the misery by going the hell to bed.