Wish I could just get to the fish.

I’ve been ridiculously hard-working lately at my paid job which is partly an offshoot of trying to get in everyone’s good books so my move to Victoria can happen. Who knows if it will work – but it makes me feel like I’m doing something to get myself there when in fact I’m actually still just waiting for an answer. So – although I hoped I would be moving by November 1st, it looks more like mid-November or December will be likely at this point. It’s bugging me in particular today because I was supposed to be looking for a place to live this weekend and now I’m not going to be doing that (unless something changes in the next two days).

In other news Darren (and by extension his support committee which in large part is me) are being gleefully attacked by anonymous radicals on portland indymedia (who are probably the same people who tried to have my feed removed from anarchoblogs yesterday). I would post my thoughts on this, but really – I don’t think it would make one whit of difference.

I still have to write about the fishes from storm bay (a dead one and a glowing one) – hopefully I’ll have some time soon to do just that!