howard wrote:Hmm.
I thought you left the swamp because you were too much of a pussy to stick around and argue historic metaphors used to try to analyze current Egyptian politics.
There is a philosophical term for this. Well there is
now since I'm about to come up with it.
Moving a house full of stuff; some necessary, some idiosyncratic. This takes weeks. Possibly months. When everything is boxed, and you have denied yourself so many essentials for so many days days days because, well, it's
boxed, then you are finally ready to have movers put it all in a big ass truck. Or two. This takes maybe a couple of hours. Which is fuck all compared to how much time you spent preparing all this. They are a mere fraction of your frustration.
Truck, ferry, arrival. Then. Then? Then! The movers toss everything in the hut. And then comes unpacking. Unpacking? Oh, yeah, that's fucking fun. Those nuts and bolts that I put in a plastic ziplock bag that belong to the Ikea moron table? Yeah? Yeah. I put those where I would never lose them. And that would be about . . . ah, fuck knows. Not in any of the first hundred boxes.
Amount of time to prepare compared to the amount of time it takes movers to physically take your stuff from one place to another? This is a collision of alternate universes that I get to fund. They are urgent whereas I am more like plate-tectonic over-cautious.
There is a philosophical term for this. No, it's not Schrodinger's Cat. That would be a ridiculous comparison. I have a better term. One more suited to tree-hugging British Columbia.
This is Kierkegaard's Untrimmed Cunt. This is Seneca's Sphincter. This is Aristotle's asshole.