From Dusk Till Dawn: Moving Out
Last Wednesday afternoon I got a call from the Salzburg student home administration to move out by Friday 11am which meant more or less a catastrophe for me: My room was sooo cluttered and stuffed with electronics that it would be next to the impossible to get everything out by Friday. And to make things worse: Our rendering project Codename: Windshield that had started in December 2006 also needed to be finished by Friday.
Things can be ordered after groups, but try to minimize space and better don’t use boxes when you don’t know how to pack them properly: Sometimes things take up less space when just jammed in without a box.
And a dressing tip everybody should know: If a fat person thinks that wide pieces of clothing, especially pants flatter their bloated shape, that they’re fucking wrong: What really matters is the silhouette. And by dressing yourself in floaty trousers you make your bottom half look like a medieval tower. The same is true for long dresses and long skirts. They belong to the Uma Thurmans of the world and not the… horizontally challenged.
I nearly just snapped because we thought that we wouldn’t be able to jam everything into the car. Worrying for six hours if everything really fits in without knowing the answer until the last piece is a good way of becoming mad within hours instead of slowly building a mental illness with years with of neurosis. Lisa, by the way, got claustrophobic within just the four hours of our journey to Graz by just sitting on the side driver’s seat. Yes, my car is a Yaris Verso but on the other hand I just have too frickin’ much stuff!
Here’s a short selection of the things that needed to fit into the car
- A big tower PC
- …with 2 TFTs, printer, scanner and 5.1 sound-set
- Four large boxes with stuff
- A Les Paul e-Guitar
- A keyboard plus stand
- A Nespresso machine
- Huge amounts of clothes and electronics
- A vacuum cleaner
- My darkroom equipment
Filling the car was like professionally playing Tetris, but without the disappearing lines. When we finally, finally were ready it was dawn already and the car was so stuffed that Lisa had to have my backpack on her knees and our pot-plant sat on the cockpit. The pot plant’s name is Lily, by the way because Lisa wanted to buy a lily for her staged photography project but only got this pot plant of undisclosed breed. So we ended up calling her lily and giving her water every day.
I predicted a long drive to Graz because the car was just overloaded. So I stuck a big Koopa from Paul’s and my animation on the back of my car so the other drivers would know that I would be as slow as a tortoise. 1 We left the campus for the summer around 5:30am instead of 11am, but I just couldn’t stand it there anymore — loading the car was just too much stress for me.
Of course I was too tired to make the whole drive at once and so Lisa and I made a stop after 160 kilometers and took a nap for nearly an hour. Then we made it to Graz where I had to dump all of my stuff in the garage: My parents get the roof fixed and it will be done within the next week hopefully. Because I usually dwell in the attic my room there is more or less uninhabitable.
Unfortunately Lisa doesn’t have an internet connection, so I will blog this article as soon as I snuck into my parents’ house at night and got hold of the loose LAN-cable.
But there’s a good thing to it too: Lisa was so kind to let me move it at her place. Yet I think she already regrets it…
- EDIT a day later: Somebody stole my Koopa! Argh! ↩
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