for the studious ones

so if you're paying attention, you'll notice a $25.00 deduction in the blissfund. no, I'm not dipping into the till - here's wha happen:

uber-nice craigslister gives me $25.00 for my pier one mirror, in the form of a check, which sits in my car for two weeks. I add it into the fund total online with all intentions of cashing it and putting in the shoebox.

slightly weird ginny cheap cologne cadillac guy gives me $35 for my archaic twenty pound vcr, and dvd player.

realizing I need an air conditioner for the new digs, I peruse craigslist for one, and I meet tammy, uber-cool craigslister number two. she gives me the most well maintained window unit ever, with remote and all the original screws in a baggie. with batteries. for $50. so she got all the cl funds from those two transactions, and I had five bucks left over, which went to a latte and the basket on friday.

so that's the blissfund report. it's lower, but I've saved more than I was going to increase it by.

other site changes - you may have noticed (a) the commenting thing and (b) a general lack of postings by yours truly. I was starting to get spam comments for online betting and all kinds of general shite, and when I got about a hundred in an hour, I plugged in the commenting tools from typekey. if you're wanting to post regularly, please take a second to sign up - and if you can't be bothered, just tell me you love me (dammit) in my guestbook link over there on the right.

for the lack of posts - which I started noticing once my columns all disappeared as the days started to pass - there's been A Lot Going On. trying to find time for mom, packing, shows, laundry, the job, showers, and the like. the job and the shows (unfortunately in equal but opposite ways for both) are often the first things to suffer - but I'm getting back on track. I sat on the back deck at my mom's on monday in the sun for what felt like the first time in a year. it's just been so fucking cold. and everything else - well, two-thirds of my belongings are going to be at the space flea market this weekend if you're wanting. I had to make the call of either using my time to maybe make fifty bucks over a weekend of tagsale-ing and tagsale-promoting, or I could bring steve all my crap and get guestlisted for a couple of shows.

so steve's going to sell all my stuff.

but it all balances out... the things I thought I couldn't sell, like some old jewelry I was going to consign, a shitty old laptop, my retardedly expensive stupid purchase dishes - there have been people in my passing that need these things. a friend wants the jewelry and her son wants the laptop. the guy moving in, who just called off a wedding last week, loves the dishes - I'm going to pick up something funky at a secondhand store and find some silverware and cups and I'm going to have him pay me back for it. and dave kone is buying a house, which I'm seeing as finally getting paid for the hours and days and years of stamp licking, volunteering, sweating, crying, and general emotional angst that mighty purple and the space put me through when I was starting to grow up.

I am the karma enforcer. (say, I am the firestarter. you know.)

plus there's a guy coming to buy the printer, a chick for My Big Orange Retro Couch, and I think the only hit I'm taking to move is to pay to get the piano back to my mom's. I was setting it up via craigslisters, and she was just not having it. she'd rather dish out the $200 for professional movers, which I then in good conscience can't let her pay. she doesn't mean for it to wind up like that, but that's just how she is. I've learned to stop fighting her about this stuff. plus with how cheap my rent is about to get, these things are less of an issue. the cd I can't live without, the class I'm pulled to take, the movers my mother insists on - they are now a little more manageable.

I won't be able to catch iron & wine, because I'll be moving that weekend, but to be honest I thought it was a little too expensive anyways.

so that's the update on the blissfund and the blissful one. on where things are, where they're going, and what the fuck it has to do with flea markets and pianos and stuff. I've got this great pile of stuff I'm piling up to tape on the walls - a mishmosh of moments like you wouldn't believe. tickets and set lists and photos and passes and magazine articles and just general goodness.

I was going to list a word from our sponsors here to wrap up the post, but it deserves a top spot.

be well.

~vvb