Amerikansks ar allfor omloknad ty glosa

So I'm in my new place in Medford. The cable is hooked up and my V8 Splash is in the fridge. While both of those factors would generally suggest that I am all moved in, that is not precisely the case.

Since the dresser and computer desk at my old place did not belong to me, I had to make an IKEA run this weekend to buy some of my own. It was all pretty cheap (both in terms of price and allaround quality-of-product), and I was happy to learn that the horror stories about the difficulty of assembling the Pride of the Swedes furniture ended up being untrue.

For the most part, the directions are idiot-proof, with plenty of easy to understand chronological pictures. What struck me, however, is that there were only pictures. Perhaps it was an official IKEA management memo regarding not wanting to waste precious toner on actual words for the direction sheets. Or, maybe those Aryan Scandinavians just figure Americans are too stupid to handle written directions.

Either way, I'm happy to report that even illiterate Americans could put together my Malm dresser or my Gdalspk computer desk. The directions for my Spoorplunk end table, however, might cause some problems due to an accidental chocolate frogurt spill from an arm spasm brought about by last night's Sopranos episode, which was on at the time of assembly. (I mean, c'mon- whack both Bobby Bacala and Silvio in the same show? Christ, I realize it's the second-to-last episode, but damn!)