Well, I lugged another box of books down to my car a few minutes ago. That’s all I could manage. I think I’m getting tendinitis from my computer mouse. That’s my excuse, anyway.
The books are going to my storage unit. Eventually. Tomorrow I am going to try to get the rest of the books in the car (see if I move to another upstairs apartment — maybe not the dumbest move I’ve made this past year but it was pretty dumb) and a few other things (my paintings, mostly), and then I have to do some serious culling of my belongings. Apparently Goodwill doesn’t do donation pickups, so fuck them — I’m going to post a sign offering free furniture on the mail kiosk. Goodwill would just jack the price up anyway — this way someone will get a nice couch and stuff for free. As long as they remove it from the apartment.
Grumble.
By the way, thank you everyone for your donations. The fundraiser is still going — it will be until I get a job and get a paycheck. No word on the part-time temp job, I sent the resume out to some Craigslist ads on the advice of an ex-coworker (one of our other ex-coworkers got a job through Craigslist — I’ve pretty much given up on Careerbuilder, all I get is ads for those fake university sites; you know, the ones that set you up to get a phone call about scams like the University of North Phoenix or whatever). And tomorrow I’m going to hit the Publixes and other grocery stores around here. They’re always hiring cashiers. And there’s always Disney — but I live nearly an hour away from them, so they aren’t exactly practical. Then again, it depends where I eventually move to, doesn’t it?
Okay, blah blah blah about my miserable life is over. I’m actually feeling a bit better about things. But I am going to try to post about something interesting (such as, not my life) at some point tonight. How about the way frothing Muslim death eaters are continuing to make every miserable? Any minute now I expect to here of a real-life version of the Dark Mark (maybe a vertiginous, phosphorescently glowing crescent and star! I suppose a skull being technically a face, or the underpart of one, is off-limits to Real Muslims™) in the sky above a major Western city. PS: do you suppose Dirty Harry is now sorry about writing up a mealy-mouthed “it’s not nice to Moderate Muslims” slam of the Fitna movie? I doubt it — Libertas has its moments, and then it has its off-moments. This is one of the latter. When are people going to get the fact that it doesn’t matter what “moderate Muslims” (if such a creature actually exists and isn’t mythical) think about anything? They have no more power than the infidel to control what Muslim terrorists think and do, and all efforts to give these “moderates” an opportunity to show some spine have mostly led to failure. Talk about preaching to the converted — I’m sure a “moderate Muslim” wants to be left alone to live his life the same as we all do. That’s nice, but it’s no help at all in any kind of war — of ideas, of guns and bombs, of anything. All this nicey-nice talk (as a ultra-liberal professor of mine used to say) does for us is make us feel warm and fuzzy, and we are already too inclined to indulge ourselves in this manner.
Update: Canadians are coming through. (Incidentally, Canadians have become the current unlikely canary in the coal mine for free speech, vis-á-vis Muslims and their unwillingness — not inability, unwillingness — to take any kind of criticism. I’ve been remiss in following the whole Mark Steyn & Co. vs. the Human Rights Kangaroo Court brouhaha going on up in the Great White North. Kathy Shaidle, who has to live there for some reason, has been following the whole thing.)
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