
Disaster hit. For years I bragged how if our house flooded, all of South Carolina would have to go under first because of the elevation. So hubris is defined as the washing machine flooding the garage-turned-into-a-room where my comic books, studio and Godzilla collection are.
The collection is on shelves and mostly vinyl, and the comic books were in boxes on a table. But the carpet, which was old, was ruined. This was the room where as a kid, my sister and I would play in a toybox big enough for both enough to crawl into with all of our stuff. Hence, this became the toybox room.
The humidity was terrible. I had to open all four windows, plug in two fans, and trash the carpet. I moved out as much as I could, and luckily there was no real damage to the house.
However, as you can see from the picture, the place is still a mess.
The plan is to move EVERYTHING out so that I can reconstruct with a blank canvas. New carpet is top priority after sweeping and vacuuming, since the floor sill has stains from when it was a garage. There's a place up the street where I have the chance of possibly scoring some remnants. Then I can move the collection back downstairs.
This has been a hellishly trying weekend. I busted my ass for two weeks straight with my nose to the grindstone trying to finish the second Archive CD. I finish with a day to spare, and then bust more ass trying to get ready for the con. The washing machine pisses all over my studio room, and my fiance gets ill at the same time. No studio, no con.
One of my fans really gave me a light shining down on my misery. Maybe it was God's way of making sure I didn't get into an accident over the weekend. I'll just keep my faith in Him and take this opportunity to max out the room.
More pictures to come of reconstruction, as well as damage reports. There was one casualty, but no fatalities.