Quick notes on life happenings:

• what started as a weekend getaway turned into “oops, home’s bathroom is unusable, can’t really go home.” We really need shit to stop blowing up. (At least, after three cancellations of increasingly humble anniversary plans, Rogan and Mac finally got a weekend to relax in between disasters? But seriously, I want to go home to my workstation, Madgic won’t finish itself.)
• At least most of our big gay packages have come in. We needed that win.
• We finally got to find out who translated our plural history essays into Chinese! It was Simplex Systems! Thanks, guys!
• we found out the above because Nobody (a median) reached out to us about translating other posts we had made into Chinese! It’s crazy to think our stupid little posts about Anglophone plural slapfights would be of interest to Chinese plurals across the sea, but we could use the win!

 We have a new place! Just signed the sublease! Back north of the river we go, to move in with two humans and a dog. Thank you to everyone who helped us find a new place so quickly. With friends like you, we are truly rich.

We will be boxing and hauling throughout February 4 til the weekend of February 10th, which will be the big moving party. If you are available to help box or haul, please let us know!

Thank you again.

 Mori: on Monday evening, while Rogan was pancaking after the Anarchist Book Fair (which became our biggest moneymaker of the year, gross AND net, holy shit) our roommates TIDYNADOED the apartment.

Everything is so clean now, guys. SO CLEAN. I could lick the countertops. And the house inspector came so now we have smoke alarms, and maybe other shit will get fixed! Biff just cackled and rubbed his hands together like the Devil meeting Donald Trump and went to reorganize the Tupperware drawer. (We all have hobbies.)

Another mouse got caught, this time by one of the roomies' old-school snapcrack traps. RIP mouse. Eat cheese in glory.

 Mori: OMG GUYS HOT WATER BOTTLES ARE AMAZING.

Okay, so apartment heat is still in progress. And we are forbidden from using space heaters, ever, on account of this house being wired by gremlins. It was time to bust out the old-school hot water bottle we inherited from a previous tenant three housings ago. We always knew one day its time would come!

Low-Tech Magazine had nothing but praise for the humble hot water bottle, but we were dubious that the water that came out of the hot water tap was enough. It seemed so mild. GREATER FOOL WE! We deprived ourselves of most excellent thermal comfort, and for what? LEARN FROM OUR IGNORANCE, DEAR READER!

If we want to work at our sitting desk, we can achieve MAXIMUM THERMAL COMFORT like so:

1. Fill hot water bottle after washing dishes, so the tap is nice and hot. (Do not pour boiling water into your bottle. It will damage the rubber and also risk hurting you if it leaks or spills.)
2. Sit at desk.
3. Put hot water bottle on lap. (Warms it AND easy reach for your hands!)
4. Drap body with towel, blanket, poncho, Snuggie, etc.
5. MAXIMUM COMFORT!!!

Seriously, this is the best. The seemingly mild heat sticks around, warming your body directly. It is super comforting to hold and doesn't fuck with our shoulder or back. Sticking this in our bed as a foot warmer will be magical. So far, it is way better than just layering up, and it keeps our hands warm, which is equally difficult and important while we're working.

SOOOOO worth lugging for three moves! A+!

Alas, it seems our household is being dispersed June 1st; the landpeople are moving back in. So we are room-hunting.

Locals, if you know anybody hunting a roommate, please spread the word! We're in financially better condition, so can afford rent + util up to $1096. We have no pets, enjoy living with others' animals, don't smoke, fully vaxxed and boosted, and we have references.