2002-10-22»
In Witch Space»I'm really sorry if you've been trying to get hold of me for the last few days. We're in the middle of moving house, and while it's going pretty well, it does involve me doing most of my Net work within a two hour window in our old but still-wired house. Our old house is empty of anything but a Web server, a wireless AP, and house-moving sheddings, so I feel like I'm hacking from a squat. Again.
Still, relocating is one of those perfect excuses to do a mass re-re-re-re-organisation of one's life. And thus I imagine that I will have much more free time, just as soon as I have scanned in all my books' barcodes, re-installed Debian from scratch, and bought a bunch of useless boxes from Organised Living.
Yeah, right. Still, we did our final moving cash splurge today, and bought a Roomba. And, what do you know, it's actually pretty good: both at cleaning and removing the bejesus out of nearby cats. It backed Dyson into the corner of our living room within minutes - she kept tottering backwards for about ten yards, like she was facing the Feline Terminator.
I feel somehow safer knowing that as I sit here, surrounded by crap, writing crap, somewhere else in town my new home is being cleaned by a small beeping robot.