I’ve moved more than that, obviously, but with D, this next move will be move #6. I expected a few more, of course, but this next place we at least get to be at for 2 years, though I wouldn’t be surprised if it was more like 5-6. At least let him get to the age where we can live in a retirement community–I know, you wanna judge, but have you seen those places? They’re super nice and maybe 40% the cost of a new community. By then I’m gonna be old for real, instead of old for fake right now. I’m kidding, my insides are still aging like I’m on the last decade of my life, and that’s been true for years. But those places have some value, and I’d imagine my existence as a permanent hermit will be easier to attain some place where they have a doctor on call 24/7. Plus, I would still be the hot young thing hitting about 50 at that point, so there’s still some excitement in my future.

I feel like every time I move I shorten my life by a few months, and of course there is nobody as unsurprised as me that we are still dealing with the obstacles to any success known as selfish me-me-me Americans so of course I am moving again during a pandemic. We still have all the things, these things going with us to the next place:

3 Medify filters

ozone machine for disinfecting

now we both have Apple Watches, still have the BP cuff, thermometer

lots of masks

I still have the VR, flight sim and all the pedals, etc. we still have all the fun tools. This next place we’ve decided to keep the master bedroom as our shared office/workshop, & I am getting a 3D printer absolutely. We still have the giant tv for our there, we still have the stereo and every media source worth anything, so I am once again looking forward to becoming a permanent hermit for another year and a half at least.

I’m going to be showing my renovation of this next place as a tenant, as I have learned some clever clever tricks along the way–and it’s going to be nice to set things up in a long term sense for once, as there was almost no place we lived where I thought we would be this long as a plan. Part of me hopes we can afford to buy our own condo–perhaps this one would be worth it, hard to say just yet.

and run-on unrelated idea, but did happen today

Today I bought that magazine cover I had for Tattoo Savage 20 years ago. I should have put up a photo the month it was for, but we’ll see what it looks like next week. By the way, this was pre-cultural appropriation as a social crime–at that point we were all borrowing from each other’s cultures and traditions as a compliment, not with some nefarious superiority at all. It was more scenester stuff–bindis and braids and holy crap I am a baby. I’d only had a few peels by then, and my face is kinda fluffy but I have other photos from that time where I wasn’t. Anyways, I bought the magazine for posterity or because I don’t have the other one I was on–and because it’s 20 years ago. So why the fuck not? I’ll rescan it–you know I posted it here but it was tiny and I lost the magazine during one of my ten billion moves anyways.

I have to build coronabalona.com now as I own it, buttt–I have all the articles unpublished but have so so many sources of information right now it would be insane not to share it. The t-shirts are going to be on the second site, as it will be less jokey anyways. Only fools would make fun of something that is killing so many people everywhere and that’s something I still possess enough of, a soul, to make people think it is a joke to be made fun of.