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Big Pack: Act One, Scene One
Apr. 16th, 2005 12:30 amI have archivist impulses, but I also have potlach impulses, and the Big Pack—stage one of which happened tonight—is indulging them both beautifully: I get to weed my possessions like billy-oh, but I don’t have to feel bad afterward, because it’s not like I’m throwing them away (or, to be even more crass, selling them for extra petty cash). No, not at all. They’re just going to go live somewhere else for a while…ie, probably forever. But I can get them back anytime I want, really I can!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Cal spent the whole packing portion of the evening crawling around on the floor bare-ass, chewing on random CDs and stuff. And he’s already figured out that I don’t want him in the kitchen, so he’s decided it’s really funny to try and sneak past me whenever I’m doing something that prevents me from blocking off the doorway; sits there grinning and sticking his tongue out, all mischievious, little imp. Isn’t developing a sense of humour/jokes pretty advanced for six and a half months? But then, look at everything else he’s been doing.
True to my original plan, I left out all the videos I either thought it was likely I’d want to see again soon(ish) or had recently been thinking about seeing again, plus the ones Steve hasn’t watched yet and says he wants to. There’s a lot of those. The DVDs, on the other hand, have been left in place in their entirety—mainly because they seem somehow "easier" to access, plus I just weeded them recently anyway. Maybe constantly seeing them right there in front of me will finally make me access things like my complete set of The Jewel in the Crown, which I bought on impulse last year for over $100 just because it was so incredibly formative to me, even though I haven’t actually seen any part of it since I was 15.
Or have I? Did I watch part of it with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
agincourtgirl on PBS, late one university-era evening? I’ll have to ask her.
Man, it’s late, and I’m tired. I’m going to bed.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Cal spent the whole packing portion of the evening crawling around on the floor bare-ass, chewing on random CDs and stuff. And he’s already figured out that I don’t want him in the kitchen, so he’s decided it’s really funny to try and sneak past me whenever I’m doing something that prevents me from blocking off the doorway; sits there grinning and sticking his tongue out, all mischievious, little imp. Isn’t developing a sense of humour/jokes pretty advanced for six and a half months? But then, look at everything else he’s been doing.
True to my original plan, I left out all the videos I either thought it was likely I’d want to see again soon(ish) or had recently been thinking about seeing again, plus the ones Steve hasn’t watched yet and says he wants to. There’s a lot of those. The DVDs, on the other hand, have been left in place in their entirety—mainly because they seem somehow "easier" to access, plus I just weeded them recently anyway. Maybe constantly seeing them right there in front of me will finally make me access things like my complete set of The Jewel in the Crown, which I bought on impulse last year for over $100 just because it was so incredibly formative to me, even though I haven’t actually seen any part of it since I was 15.
Or have I? Did I watch part of it with
agincourtgirl on PBS, late one university-era evening? I’ll have to ask her.Man, it’s late, and I’m tired. I’m going to bed.
