Why do we need super produced intros to prime time football?

I, soon, am moving to Australia. The Lucky Country. The land of upside down people. All of whom are descended from criminals and ride kangaroos to the platypus pond where they feed koalas with Yahoo Serious. Or at least that's what I've cobbled together from Crocodile Dundee and The Simpsons and the Steve Irwin show. I've been told it's not exactly like that, and warned that I should refrain from saying "CRIKEY!" or trying to start a game of knifey spooney if I ever want to see my fiancee naked. Since I very much do, I'm going to have to work on my willpower.

Anyways. I am moving to Australia just as soon as I can scrape together the (very large amount) of cash. But the thinking about it makes me happy, so I do that pretty much all day. Of late I've been taking a mental checklist of things I need to take with me and what to leave here and what might be worth something to sell. If I ever remember to get the digital camera from whoever had the digital camera I'm going to put a hockey jersey that I didn't buy (swear) on eBay, should garner like $40, which is actually something. Other than that, though, I don't think I have anything really sellable. The family will flip me some cash for my television, DVD player and Wii (I chose poorly) and I'm so damn happy I didn't buy the XBox when I intended to a few months ago. I have some DVDs that, by all rights, should be worth something to the right people–the "Red Cross" version of the Sleepaway Camp box set, a "tin box" Evil Dead II, few other things–but apparently all of those people have them because the current eBay auctions are bringing in nada. It's annoying as shit.

I also have to, eventually, sift through every book and DVD I own and decide what's worth bringing with me (thank science for region free players) and what's not and then see what I can do with those. It would be nice if there was one of those whole city garage sales and I could toss the tubs out and let people pay me $1 each for whatever random Star Wars (gifts!) and Stephen King (guilty) books they want, but that ain't gonna happen, and I don't have enough other stuff to have my own sale. Frustrating. There's so many things I want to keep though. For purely selfish reasons. Purely "those are mine" reasons. My Hitchhiker's Guide, all my graphic novels, trades, and comics, a box at least of TV on DVD (Scrubs, The Simpsons, Aqua Teen, Dexter) and that doesn't even count the...uh...rent-to-own DVDs living under my bed.

I really wish I could take my bed. I love my bed. Fond memories, even if the mattress and box spring needs replacing. It alone (lots of wood) would be about an arm and half a leg. Just not worth it. Not to mention I'm fairly certain it won't survive being taken apart, sent half way around the world, then put back together. Sigh, sigh, sigh.

But, you know, it's all for a good cause. If ever there was a reason to put masses of my stuff on the auction block, this is it. I almost feel like a grown up. I also feel like it's sad just how much of my life (read: stuff) is so easily discardable.

Still, on the plus side, the lovely girlie started my moving process when she stole my Catwoman toy. Evil woman.