Take the cilantro, leave the zamboni

The July 05 Library Journal column on Graphic Novels (remember when they didn't have that as a regular column? It hasn't been there long) attempts to expand on last year's explanation of shojo and shonen manga, by getting into explanations of shonen ai and yaoi (with discussion of how those terms are applied differently by some US marketers, i.e. not all stuff marketed as yaoi in the US is going to actually be explicit), along with explanations of what bishonen are, and what dojinshi is.

I am very amused. I only learned what these things were in the past two years, so I think it's great that it's making it into LJ.

Today I hassled 2 moving companies, both of whom still haven't called back with estimate appointments or phone surveys. I set up new service in Northampton with Verizon, for phone and DSL. I tried to get my PSE&G service shut off down here but the web form for doing that was down and I wanted to keep the phone line free. I talked with Jody about the possibility of putting my stuff in her basement, and talked to Cathy about getting moving help in general and a backup space to put stuff. (She has a minivan and a hand truck and a garage. She is GOOD to know.) I informed my colleagues from VALE Reference Services Committee that the VRD conference has accepted my proposal to give a talk about the Q&A NJ Academic Queue in SF in November, and confirmed that I can drive to Rutgers next week for a meeting. I called one more moving company... and got an appointment to get an in-home quote on THURSDAY THE 21ST. Uh huh, that's gonna work SO well. I took a break to panic to Kathy in circulation, who put me back together. I let Mount Holyoke know that the whole moving quotes process is going slowly and starting to turn into me needing storage, and asked for their advice.

Then I came home. I ate dinner, and called a friend to offer to let her have my gardening equipment. (She left me a message later, accepting the offer.) Got Jen to come over, and we took my old loveseat, broken lamp and the awful TV stand down to the garbage stockade. (But we kept the cusions; I'll throw them in the garbage at the bitter end.) I called facilities to take the pieces away. Then we loaded up the low bookcase I'm giving to Jen, and took it to her place with a stop at Drugfair for dishsoap. Then I came home.

Now I'm writing this. It feels like I didn't do enough today, because so much of today was waiting for phone calls that never came. Tomorrow night: packing, packing, packing. Just so I have a little more of that done, and so I'm ready to take some of the breakable, flammable and otherwise moveable crap up to MA this weekend.

I'm tired!