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My family owned old peoples homes. Oldies, tards, pants shitting, I’ve seen it all.

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<— Over there.I hate you Tate.

Moved my missile command today.

About as heavy as I remember. Does not compare to the TV though.
After moving it turned it on to make sure its still working.

Hmmmm no display. probably bumped something in transit.
Had to open it up and reseat a few of the controller chips, nothing major though for some reason I really love the idea of opening MY ARCADE machine, with MY KEY and fixing it.

Hard to explain, it just feels…well cool.

Little bit conflicted about this thing though, part of me wants it to die, then I’ll put a computer and monitor in it with mame and movies. It would be much more useful and entertaining.

However it is a collectible, classic arcade machine that will gain value over the years. It would be a crime. Dunno.

Still moving house. i think I’m going to die.As I typed this, I’m sitting here looking a my calendar dully, trying to understand. I guess nine days without decent sleep doesn’t sound quite as bad as it feels.

I’ve been moving furniture for the last week. I have several stories:

The TV:

I have a 84cm tv, CRT that I bought a few years back. It’s big, it’s heavy its hard to move with two people.

I moved it by myself.

I lifted it off the cabinet onto the floor. With fucko the dog riding my leg, after I booted him outside I picked it up again. Nope to big to fit through the door. Nope to deep to go through sideways. On to the floor. Dragged it through.

Same issue the the front door+ steps. Tv making an alarming creaking sound. fine I’ll carry you.

Git it to the car. Tying to open the boot and get it in without dropping it or hurting my car.

Got it in. Just. Hatch back.

Put a few pillows around. Should be fine. Drive along with my hatch open, slowly. Watching the TV with one eye as I drive.

Seems to be moving.
It’ll be ok.

THUD.

Fuck. FUCK FUCK.

The tv fell backwards on its screen onto the edge of the boot. No implosion is a good sign, lets see if its cracked, then at least I wont need to carry it inside at the new place.

It’s fine. Moved it in deeper into the car and off I go.

Get the the new house. Exhausted. Lift the tv out, get the the front door. Same issue again. Cant get through.

So I put it on a rug and dragged it in.

***
Whitey’s house (My old house) has mice.
It’s winter. It’s an old house. nothing exciting or special there.

Put traps around, be careful of food and scraps and clean.
Not the first time, nor the last time I suspect.

Anyway, I’ve been out of there for two weeks, and moving stuff on occasion.
It’s warm in my room. dark and quiet.

Mouse party.

I noticed my cupboard was stinky. Whitey told me about catching mice.
I went about my business.

Every time I went back the room smelt worse though.
Then came time to brave the cupboard.

I started throwing away clothes right away. My favorite all tweed suits. nooooooooo, my fuzzy jumpers ;(

Underpants broken in just the way i like them

Then I got to the BOX. I had other boxes in there which (Please god) seem ok, brush some droppings off a quick sniff and into the car.

This one was different. This one had eyes and squeaked at me.
I looked down into the box and locked eyes with the fearsome creature, it lunged at me teeth bared, ready for combat, hit the floor and scurried off.

I paused. Thinking and feeling some measure of surprise.
WHEN its partner dived out of the bottom of the box and onto my foot and *ahem* scurried off.

I put the entire box in three layers of plastic bags and put it outside.

I couldn’t find the mice again.

***
My dog keeps pissing on our rugs.
Primus eventually installed our phone line.
Basically I’ve been moving furniture and waiting for deliveries.

I bought a $600 set of drawers today for the simple reason that I didn’t want to browse anymore, I just wanted to go home and that all they had.

I got a hard rubbish table to go with it.

Getting ready to move house. The new place has absolutely no storage. No shelves, no cupboards, not so much as a hook on a wall.

We’ve been looking at ikea cupboards, shelving units dubious quality and expensive given the timing, rent, bond, utility connection fees, internet ect.So while browsing around and looking at clothes racks I decide that I I’m not paying good money for something I can build myself…

$20 in wood later I have what I think is enough for two decent sized racks.
I figure that these things usually sell for $30-$50 each. $10 and some time = bargain.

The first one took an hour. I suspect it’ll fall apart soon.
Several near misses with power tools make me frightened, not sure if I will continue.

Three robots, 90 minutes and one betrayal later. Robot day is over.

Taters promised to join us. He offered me $50 to go alone, I offered him $25 to join me.
He accepted and later offered “his” $25 to our third.

After 6 weeks of work on our suits, he backed out five hours before the event. Bitch.

Whitey took his money, modified his suit and replaced him.
As much as it was possible to replace him. The three of us started robot day with hurt feelings and confusion.

Just another example of the value of Tate’s work I guess.

***
Anyway at 8am we wandered off to suit up. We had a few issues getting arms and parts on WITH NO ONE TO HELP US as our photographer was in Tates suit. As a result several things were lass than perfect.

Still looked hot though.

We went for a wander, around Collins street (Melbourne, Australia, business district) , a wander through a busy train station, raped a ticket machine, ushered off by security at one point, danced for awhile and wandered back.

As you do.

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Adding this story back after tardmo (Tate) “moved’ my files.

Something is alive in the roof. Something big. It lives over my bed and scutters around all the time when I’m sleeping.

This along with he fucking dog do not make for a good nights sleep.
At first it was just a small sound. I think they are breeding. it’s either rats, birds or possums.