Finally in California

Man, it sucks to be out here. Sucks like awesome.

Yeah, so, I’m in the CA for good. New apartment and the same job. I packed up all of my belongings, put what would fit into my car, parted with the excess, threw Pat into the passenger seat for entertainment, and drove from Boston to Cupertino.

Now I’m here with a pretty good sized two bed/two bathroom apartment and just one of me. I’ve acquired some of the basics – coffee and Pliny the Elder – and have begun to settle in.

Yet I have no furniture. None.

As I write this I wait for a response from a few craigslist people and contemplate how I can Ikea Hack everything I need. The Lack series is pretty versatile, but I’m not sure any combination will silence all the screaming, happy kids outside (very different from just screaming kids).

Excuse me while I go sit on my porch, in my imaginary rocking chair, and yell.

I’ve finally made it

I’ve made it big.

I was unaware that my career was taking off or that I was even living a high profile life. But I can’t and I won’t fight it. I will embrace my new found celebrity – the celebrity that has been legitimized by my own Ikea desk component, the Vika Leif.

A quick search on the Ikea website shows that even the biggest stars in Hollywood don’t even hold the same honor as me. There is no Clooney, no Pitt, and not even a William H. Macy filing cabinet.

You can have your “stars” in your precious concrete. I have a $25 desk bottom made of the finest solid oak (capable of a max load of 50 kg!) named in my honor.