Let's catch you up on what's been happening with your Too-Cool-to-Blaug Protagonist!
The end of August was... interesting. Molyneaux and I parted ways with our apartment, but neither of us had any idea where we were going next. He is currently sort of in State College and sort of in Shrewsbury (long story).
I, on the other hand, am back in York.
And the astute ones in the crowd quickly ask,"But, dude? What do you mean by back in York? Weren't you living in York the last time you updated your dilapidated little online journal-thingy, here?"
Um, yeah. About that? Heh...
I had to move back in with my parents for a month.
Now, some people might think this would be torture. But I get along with The Tauz 'Rents pretty well, so I wasn't expecting it to be a bad experience or anything. It just put a tiny ding in my pride. But, all in all, my return to Cellar Dwelling was quite temporary, partially comforting, and totally free. Even the nasty sinus infection I had for almost the entire time I was living there didn't make the overall experience a bad one.
After a month had passed, my next (and current) place was ready to be moved into. So now I'm shackin' up with Jordan and Conor, my buddies from So-Yo-Co who are 2/5 of Pandas! And even though I occupy the smallest room in the house, the unusual setup here at The Pandas Explodo-Lab has been working pretty well, so far. The amount of hugs I get every day from these guys is unsettling! (I find getting no hugs daily to be unsettling.)
I say unusual setup because, my room is quite tiny. Here are some pictures I took, to show you just how small it actually is, so you know I'm not just exaggerating like I do constantly, all the time.
Don't get me wrong--it's completely livable, and, actually, rather cozy. But it is almost literally a BED ROOM.
As you can see from the photos, I was able to squeeze a couple of shelf units and an area rug in there, but the bed is pretty much the main feature. But there are definite upsides to my minuscule quarters. For instance, I have no room to leave clothes lying around, so I am forced to be at least a little more tidy than usual. I have a bathroom pretty much to myself, just a few feet outside of my room. And I can't foget the brand new ceiling fan. That thing is pretty tits. They installed it just for me, and it is now the new home of my Monkey Bells!
But since my room is so tiny, my desk and computer are in the Very Long Living Room.
How wacky, right?!? About a fifth of the Very Long Living Room is dedicated to being my "office". (And for the record, only two of those longboxes of comics are mine.)
(First of all, Respect The Pawpaw Wade Anvil.) And I'll bet you're thinking that the lack of privacy would kill you. But for me, it's actually pretty cool. I can hang out with people while I'm cruisin' the 'net or type out a Blaug entry while watching Jordan play a video game that I'll never enjoy playing myself. So that's workin' out pretty well for me.
After having lived here for a couple of months, we decided to have a house-warming party this past weekend. A whole mess of kickass people showed up and warmed our place right the hell up.
I only took a few pics, so here they are!
In preparation for company, I made time to decorate my cubby hole walls and shelves with my girl-repellent brick-a-bracks!
Also, there were people visiting! Below are Greggy T., Calvin, Aaron and Jordan, bein' all up in the Living Room. We were happy to see Greg, as he now lives in Jersey, and we miss him. Calvin and Aaron live much closer than Jersey and I suppose we were happy to see them, too.
My dear friend Molyneaux and his Lovely Lady Catie also were in attendance. Here's how Molyneaux chose to salute his hosts for the evening. (To be fair, that's how he always salutes us. Also, we usually kinda deserve it.)
This group of hooligans was playing cards in the Dining Room for a bit. They are (L-R) Engler, Brossman, Big Cal and Autumn. We played a calm and fun round of Mau. I'm pretty sure it was the first round of Mau that has ever been described thusly.
This guy and his mustache were there. I hear he plays in some band. (The guy... not his mustache.) Oh, Mr. Parkinthepark. You do gesture so oddly, sometimes. But you are fun!
Now those people from the dining room are in the kitchen. BritBross was gettin' all hand-talky and shit. The Calebs seem entertained.
Mere inches away, I am cornered in my own kitchen. I was okay, though, since I was sporting my R.I.P. Henchman #24 t-shirt. Engler's shirt, was also in the kitchen.
At one point, Bruno was playing on our home theater system in the aforementioned Very Long Living Room. There were a ton of people watching said movie with great intent and loud laughter. And then there were these guys. Conor, Big Bro Mark, and Witmer were all hangin' out in there, too! Note the unsure face on BBM's face as he caught bits and pieces of Bruno from the far end of the Very Long Living Room.
Maybe it's not his kind of humor, but I was really happy to have Mark-o stop by and chill with his kid bro for a while. It was also very awesome of The Wit to come and hang for the evening. I'm glad he got to geek out with my musically-inclined flatmates, finally!
We were really glad that there were a whole bunch more people who came out to spread the cheer that night, even if some of them didn't make it into the pictures. I hope a good time was had by all. I know I had a blast. And I continue to have a blast living here. We are a weird little trio, but the circumstances are good, the house kicks ass, and we all have gas. A lot. So we have stuff in common. Which is nice.
Now... about those hugs...
