The Gong Show

I’m off to a new apartment in less than a week. So long upper west side. I’ll miss the proximity to Columbia, but I’m off to greener pastures (and better pizza) down in the west village. My new WalkScore looks great.

But, of course, going off to a new apartment means I must deal with the dreaded “M” word: Murd-uhh, wait no… Moving! Sometimes it feels like murder. Danny should have wrote “gnivom” on the wall.

My father sent me my theme song for the next week of my life, which I thought I’d share with you all.

I vaguely remember a very relevant scene from a Woody Allen movie. I’m paraphrasing, but it goes something like this: A bunch of people, including Woody, are standing around a coffin at a funeral. One of the bereaved relatives says, “Oh, it’s so sad. What a tragedy.” To which, Woody responds, “It could be worse. He could be moving.”