Our 23″ mon­itor — now with a strip of blown pixels cour­tesy of our shitty movers.

IT JUST never ends, does it? Today I rearranged my office (christened “the murder room” by Shel­ley on account of it being red) and thought, “Hey, why am I using the 20-inch mon­itor when I could be work­ing in style on the 23-inch one?” So off I go to the guest room (guest room, for eff’s sake, guest room) and find it still wrapped in three tow­els with a large “FRAGILE” sticker on the front.

Unfor­tu­nately the epi­leptic howler mon­keys our wreck­ing mov­ing com­pany […]