The White Peril 白禍

The walls in my apartment can talk.

Not in the if-these-walls-could-talk sense. Don't expect, if you come for a visit, to have the intercom system chat with you about whether I'm usually wearing anything when I eat breakfast. It's the water heater and ventilation system. Like those in Atsushi's apartment, they have enough buttons and lights to make you feel, as a friend of mine once put it, afraid you might launch something equipped with a nuclear warhead if you push the wrong part of the touchpad. Unlike those in Atsushi's apartment, they don't just beep at you when the fan goes on or the bath has finished filling. Instead, a chirpy woman's voice tells you, "Power is now turned on!" or "The bath is heated!" I'm sure it's a great boon for blind people living alone, but I just find it grating. I figured there'd be somewhere to turn it off, but I haven't found it on any of the (three) control panels. Yeesh.

Moving into my new place today--the moving guys should be here any minute. I had planned to get the deal where they pack up your entire apartment for you like dermestid beetles defleshing a skull. But since Atsushi and I still have all our stuff mixed together, I realized I'd be standing over them going, "That television, but not that one...that refrigerator, but not that one...that couch, but not the sofa," the whole time. So I did the kitchen stuff, the books, and the clothes. I'm not sure exactly when I'll have the Internet turned on in my new apartment, so posting will be as light as it's been lately, though you may not notice. Hope everyone has a great weekend.