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Tomorrow, MurderingMouth moves to San Francisco. I would like to wish the whole Fresno crew a wonderful life. I’ll be back when the weekend is past with all the trials and tales of the move.

Whilst I try to maintain a maximum of 10 days worth of entries on the front page, I realize it’s been more than ten days since my last entry. Time sure drags on when you’re having fun.
No real excuses on the lack of updates. They’re definitely wanting. I’ve been busy and lots of stuff has [...]

From LiliBat:
I will miss SF, but I rarely go out. Most of what I do is come home and play games and the way things are now I can’t afford a lot of games OR going out. The cost of livivng here is so high I can’t afford to live so what’s the point?

Mmmm… Rain. Rain makes a MurderingMouth happy.
I’ve lived in California all my life, and yet each year I’m taken totally by surprise at the drama surrounding Californians’ reactions to the arrival of Rain. California tends to get rain from roughly November to April only, and only about one major storm per month. Californians don’t even [...]

Vacation over. Back to “reality” (eg, back to the crappy city with the crappy rip-off prices, the crappy cramped apartment, the crappy job and the crappy car). Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like a home away from here…

One thing I sort of have to give San Francisco credit for is being one of the most child-free cities on Earth. An article recently indicated that there are more dogs living in San Francisco’s homes than children. If only other factors (such as real estate, transit, sanitation and mental health) would be treated with the same [...]

An interesting exchange recently regarding the “love it or leave it” philosophy. Coincidentally, the Chronicle also published a rather candid reflection on San Francisco today as well… I knew David and I weren’t the only ones who have recognized the change in malls from one-size-fits-all shopping centres to specialized boutique villiages… Oh, I mean the change in cities from one-size-fits-all living and working [...]

San Francisco is sort of like a really cute guy you’re trying to pick up at a bar, only to find out he’s a total tease. After a while you just realize maybe he’s so conceited he just wants to see how hard you’ll work to get him in bed. Ultimately, he may be cute, [...]

It will take a while for me to forgive San Francisco for the horrible goodbye it’s given me. My last day will be consumed with more moving drudgery: numerous trips to the goodwill, paying exhorbiant fees to get still-useful furniture carted away, multiple trips to random trash-dumping facilities, avoiding the asshole downstairs and his vindictive [...]

A place to call “home” is something we all want. Most people seem to use the concept of location as an integral part of their own identity. It’s often what most of us spend our lives searching for: a place where we belong.
I grew up in Fresno, a bigger-than-it-thinks-it-is city in Central California. Most of [...]

Baby, Location’s What You Make It: An Early Reflection.

Preparations for departure are nearly complete. The gadgets are all charging and preparing for their long day of heavy usage tomorrow.
Last night I finally got to meet Michelle, now recovering from a 12-day cruise which combined seasickness and morning sickness… Poor thing. Everyone’s having babies these days. My Mom even alluded to the idea of David and me [...]

I just finished the most efficient packing job of my life, squeezing into one duffle bag the monstrous volumes of presents I procured at Target today. Hopefully they last well thru next weekend, when I unveil them in Fresno for my immediate family’s Xmas celebration whilst I’m in town.

 
I spent most of the day in [...]

At San Francisco’s airport (the airport whose concessions prices reflect their geography). Might be here a long time. Missing hubby. Trying to decide if a career as a Globetrotting Accounting Crack Whore (GACW™) will destroy me sooner than later…
The only thing getting me through the next 48 hours will be:

The promise of seeing my boy’s face [...]