Thank you, Ron Britton, for finding the Lolcat that sums it up so superbly:
It applies more to my soon-to-be-former roommate's poor boyfriend. I gave up cheap for convenient long ago. He wanted to, but ended up like the poor cat above.
Still. I should've hired someone to pack the damned books.
Posting is likely to be light-to-non-existent today, depending on when the Comcast guy gets me hooked up, and how well the move goes. Please accept my profound apologies for not having something set up in advance, and consider this your opportunity to write something brilliant for the next Carnival of the Elitist Bastards, which will be sailing from Captain Z's place this weekend.
See you all from my new location.