Resistance is Futile

First of all, I have tried not to write anything about this sick woman in SoCal who felt the need to have 14 children. At first I was interested because it isn't every day that someone has 8 babies all at once and they all live (so far). But as the story of the mother started to emerge, I started getting really angry. This insane person - with the help of insane fertility doctors - had all these children with no realistic way of supporting them. Now she wants a reality show, interviews and endorsements for her story. Here's the story, Octopussy: you need help and I feel sorry for your children. Credit for the Octopussy label goes to a friend of my co-worker Michael. Spot on, man! I usually go with "Uterine Clown Car", myself.

Second, in keeping with the times I've been accused of being aloof or secretive, I have been sitting with the idea of leaving CA for a long time. I mentioned some of my disgust in the 1/16/09 post. I will never make enough money here to have the life I want without either more education (and that's no guarantee) or working my ass off at a job I don't want. The politics have become more and more comical. They're comical if you're waiting for that hilarious, feel-good musical about oral surgery. And being so far away from Casey grows more and more terrible all the time. So now is the time for me to declare that I will be moving to North Carolina in June. That little feat will require hard work, luck, lots of money, and the good wishes and support of friends. The decisions that have to be made around my stuff, my job and my poor beleaguered car are not going to be easy, but they need to be made sooner rather than later. Now that my back is feeling better, I can start looking at what I have in storage and figure out what I can throw out & what I can ship ahead. I don't have much more of a plan, so any input on how to move across country will be greatly appreciated (looking at you LY and Strom!). This is all new and scary to me, but it's exciting, too!