Neanderpundit

Ralph “Tarquin Fintimlimbimlimbimwhinbimlin Bus Stop
Ftang Ftang Olay Biscuit Barrel “Nader enters the race

This might be good. Without a spoiler McCain probably can’t beat Osama. Nader could just gum up the works but good. After Perot, we owe the dems one.

I’ve moved less organized people, so this wasn’t bad- but a day spent dragging someone’s household up and down stairs wasn’t as fun as I’d hope. Still, I’m not nearly as stiff and sore as I might have expected. I DID take my Ibuprofin before I began. And my favorite moving day song ran through my head all day.

CARDBOARD BOXES – Loudon Wainwright III
I’m gonna go to the supermarket,
I’m gonna go to the liquor store,
I’m gonna get me some cardboard boxes,
You know what them boxes are for,
I’m gonna rent me a U-Haul trailer,
Hook it on the back of my old car,
Call up some of my stronger buddies,
That’s what your strong buddies are for

We’re gonna move,
We’re gonna move

Give it to the Salvation Army or the Goodwill,
We got so much junk it’s a joke
Wrap a knickknack in some old newspaper
I know it was a present, but the damn thing broke
Your old shoes and my old T-shirts,
My strong buddies crave ice-cold beers,
Don’t throw that away, it’s a family heirloom,
I’ve had that ashtray for fifteen years

We’re gonna move,
We’re gonna move

We’re gonna empty out our old place
And move into a brand-new better space
We got the books and the records and the tapes and the pictures
And the pots and the pans and all the breakable glass

The living room couch and the dining room table,
The washer and the dryer, what a pain in the ass
The TV and the home entertainment center,
The box spring and a queen-size bed
The Christmas decorations and the bureau and the playpen,
If we had a piano, I think I’d drop dead

We’re gonna move,
We’re gonna move

At the end of the day, the old place is empty
And the new place houses all of our stuff
Hunt back all the crap in the cardboard boxes,
It wasn’t that bad, it wasn’t that rough
But my strong buddies look a little bit grumpy,
I don’t know why, I broke my butt,
Tomorrow we’ll call up the telephone company
And get another set of house keys cut.

I can tell by the look on your face
You just love your better brand-new space, baby

DO taste a bunch better than the rolled instant crap. Even if you get tired of waiting for them to cook and eat them when they’re not completely softened.

A little maple syrup helped also.

I’m helping my doctor move today. Should be fun, a bellyfull of Ano-Weet. His daughter is supposed to bhe there, wrangling cats. I can barely wait.

Update: Oats kicked in around eight, at the doc’s new home. Made his downstairs crapper absolutely unlivable for several weeks. Between the oats and the eggs I had for breakfast and the gyros I had for dinner, he may be moving back OUT soon.