October 28th, 2002


Moving to the new place...

Next Saturday, a bigass moving van will arrive at our place near downtown San Jose at around 11am, at which point we will load all of our stuff into it, move it about 5 miles away, and unload it in our new home in Santa Clara.

If any warm bodies with a pulse would be willing to assist in this process, please reply... we'd appreciate the help. Everything is all set to move, and we're hoping to get it all loaded and unloaded withing three hours, people power permitting...

"But what's in it for me," you say? The answer is obvious, of course. A world of fabulous prizes!

- Twentyfive LiveJournal invite codes per person!
- Lunch! (Indian food? Beer and pizza?!)
- An invitation to our housewarming party, tenatively scheduled for the middle of November!

We can also offer customized bribes! :
- Our help in the future with such things as: moving your stuff, pet sitting, towing services (we have our own trailer), resumes, web design, proofreading, document design, etc.
- Use of our future hot tub, to arrive hopefully no later than Christmas.

Or, if you really need a bribe, I can afford to pay out some cash. Name your price for approximately three hours of moving stuff.

So, what's your poison?!

On daylight savings from hell and early morning movies...

Yesterday was about getting ready to move, with breaks for chatting with friends and whatnot (Yay friends! Yay whatnot!) ...and even time for happy s3xx0r!

In a way, I feel like I'm waking up from a long sleep -- but in the case of today, I woke up far too early. "Grand Hotel" was on, so I got to see Garbo, Joan Crawford, John and Lionel Barrymore, etc. It was a very star-studded affair for 1932...

Movies had something in the early 30's that was definitely lost for a long time... a moral lassez-faire that made for some rather honest (and sexy) story elements... but then again, they instituted the whole morality code in Hollywood right around that time, didn't they?! Betty Boop stopped having late night parties, wearing short skirts, and having people try to take her boop-boop-be-doop away... shame, really.

One interesting tidbit from Grand Hotel... the mention of a drink called a Louisiana Flip. The funny thing is, you can't find the recipe online in English.

Ingredienten: (Ingredients:)
7/10 witte rum (7 parts white rum)
1/10 triple-sec (1 part triple-sec)
1/10 grenadinesiroop (1 part grenadine)
1/10 sinaasappelsap (1 part orange juice)

Doe alles een tot de helft met ijsblokjes gevulde shaker
Enkele minuten goed schudden en in hoge champagneglazen serveren
(Add all the ingredients to a shaker full of ice cubes, shake briskly for a minute, and serve in champagne glasses?)

Retro has yet to reemurge. This makes me slightly irked.

Ooh. The Thin Man is on!

"Oh, Nick, you're hurting me!"
"Of course. That's what I was intending to do..."