I've moved back to Mountain View successfully, with only as much angst as one might reasonably expect from moving nearly four hundred miles for the second time in this year. Not to mention the fluid relationship dynamics.

But I'm here. Saturday Jim & Chrisber flew into Burbank, and from the airport we went and rented a Ryder truck, and then to IKEA, where huge amounts of furniture were acquired. My own haul was three bookcases and a loft bed; Jim got three bookcases, a tv stand, and a nighttable; Chrisber got a bookcase and a tv stand. Plus we picked up three bookcases for Trip and two for Ambar -- so as you might imagine, the first layer of truck stuff was all boxes of IKEA furniture. This worked quite well.

Then we went back to my place, loaded the truck with my millions of boxes, and drove north. I drove my car, with Jim keeping me company, and Chrisber drove the truck, with Earl keeping him company -- Earl having decided to come up with us at the last moment, both from efficency (he's working at Affymetrix today & tomorrow, so he needed to come up anyway) and also to keep me from having a nervous breakdown. I was (and continue to be) very, very appreciative.

We arrived late and slept. Sunday we (myself, Earl, Jim, Chrisber, Trip, Margaret, and Harold) had breakfast at Lyon's, and then everyone (except Harold, who had to work on refurbishing his bathroom) assisted in unloading both the truck & my car. With six people this all went quickly, although it was hot enough that it seemed to take days to finish. Once all of my stuff was moved we took the truck around to deliver bookcases to everyone else, and picked up Ambar's waterbed, and unloaded that, and then Chrisber took the truck back and everyone fell over, which mostly seemed to involve taking a lot of showers.

Once clean we gathered again at Trip's, and from there went to downtown Palo Alto to find dinner. After a failed attempt to go to the Mango Cafe (Chrisber: They have goat!) we ended up at Siam Royal, which is a pretty good Thai place on University. Slow service, but the fried sweet potato slices were exceptionally yummy.

Back to my new place (the place formerly known as Room 16? Will anyone actually call it anything other than Room 16? Do we care?) to play Mythos, which is ... difficult to describe, I guess. It's a CCG based on Lovecraft, with the goals being to fulfill the requirements of adventure cards by getting certain other sets of cards into play. Thus it is funny, and not terribly competitive (one wants to keep other people from winning, but victory isn't defined as destroying other players), and it made a good game for sleepy people who had been moving all day. Rachel & Jeremy showed up, and everyone played Mythos except Jim and Rachel, who sat around trading gossip. I did laundry and panicked at Rachel about my new job between turns.

People went home. I went to sleep, and slept not enough, and now here I am at Tango, sitting at the server (I won't get a desk & machine for my own for a while, it looks like), peering over the New Developer's Guide that Rachel wrote last week & compiling the piece of our product I'm going to be working on.

So there. That was the move.

Tonight Earl & Czr & I are supposed to go to Rangoon (yummy Burmese restaurant with coconut rice), with perhaps Jeremy and Chrisber and Jim as well. I hope they make it -- I think an Earl/Czr/Cera meal has the potential to be fairly uncomfortable.

I read The Stress of Her Regard by Tim Powers while packing and liked it very much. Over the weekend I read stuff by Mike Resnick; Soothsayer, Oracle, and Prophet, which as you might guess from the titles are a trilogy. They were not as good as I expected, but pretty enjoyable.

Music-wise I've been listening to some trance sampler CDs, one of which I like a lot (Trancespotting), and one of which ( Reinventing the 80's) is medicore aside from a few really good tracks. I bought a Brian Eno CD (all Ceej's fault), but have not yet listened to it.

Rachel's out of her meeting. Time to work.