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Dec. 28th, 2008 02:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressMeant to hit twiddle1-5 and accidentally hit twiddle-4 instead, which lead me to this page instead of twitter, and yeah, I guess I can update this every once in a while, considering I've been hein2, 3 about actually doing so recently.
Soyeah. Am alive. Am working like an absolute madwoman --the four days before the 24th, and the two days after the 25th. Luckily the next week or so is better --I think I work the 29th, 30th, and...3rd, but have all the other lovely New Yearsish days off, which is nice. Work is...worky. Boring as all hell, but I get money, and slacking around with my assistant manager is fun. (This is not to say I dislike my other coworkers, they're just not as entertaining as Phyllis.
Pretty much everything I've been doing outside of work is watching TV and playing Nethack. Veronica and I have gotten through the second season of Buffy. I would do some babbling/spec about what's gonna happen next, but, see, everyone on my entire friendslist has probably either seen all the Buffy they want to, or have no interest in seeing any of it, meaning they either already know what happens, or don't care. Damnit.
Oh, but the Middleman! The Middleman is something that most non-Talia4 people haven't seen, and I've only seen three episodes thus far, and a little out of order, but *oh*, is it wonderful. The main character is a bit of a dreamboat who swears using gosh darn it all to heckism, non-ironically, and it's terribly cute! And he likes milk!!
So yes, go watch The Middleman. It is excellence.
Um. Yeah. That's life. I don't even have dance to babble about right now, because I'm in placething -Maryland!- and there isn't weekly dancing here, merely every other week. Le sigh, and stuff.
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Goddamnit, I used to be so good at writing clever, witty, essaythings. Whatever happened to that? If growing up means turning boring, perhaps it's not as good a thing as I've been lead to believe.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Okay, technically I mean command. I'm slightly uncertain why I steadfastly continue to call it the twiddle key --I think it's a momism or something.
2: hein = heinous. Call it watching too much Buffy, my language tends to take on a little bit of the scansion of whatever media influence I've had most of recently.5 I originally picked hein up from the Lauren/Emily duo.
3: Well, I mean, more hein than usual. Considering that I last posted, oh, two days ago, I don't think there's any worry that I'm still around and minorly obsessed with this thing.
4: Non-Talia, mom, Keith, Eric (Maccytu), Magus, and whoever else has had it forced upon them.
5: Reading the Catcher in the Rye was hell for me for a couple days until my internal monologue got back to semi-normal. Nethack simplifies my voice, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea6 steampunkifies it a bit, and Buffy makes me start to do a little tiny bit of the Buffyspeak. (obligatory warning: TVTropes will ruin your life.
6: Oh yeah, did I mention I'm reading that? Old school science fiction for the wins. I picked it up at the store one day because I was bored and needed something to read, and found myself totally engrossed. I'm only up to chapter ten or eleven or so, but damn, Jules Verne could apparently write.
Soyeah. Am alive. Am working like an absolute madwoman --the four days before the 24th, and the two days after the 25th. Luckily the next week or so is better --I think I work the 29th, 30th, and...3rd, but have all the other lovely New Yearsish days off, which is nice. Work is...worky. Boring as all hell, but I get money, and slacking around with my assistant manager is fun. (This is not to say I dislike my other coworkers, they're just not as entertaining as Phyllis.
Pretty much everything I've been doing outside of work is watching TV and playing Nethack. Veronica and I have gotten through the second season of Buffy. I would do some babbling/spec about what's gonna happen next, but, see, everyone on my entire friendslist has probably either seen all the Buffy they want to, or have no interest in seeing any of it, meaning they either already know what happens, or don't care. Damnit.
Oh, but the Middleman! The Middleman is something that most non-Talia4 people haven't seen, and I've only seen three episodes thus far, and a little out of order, but *oh*, is it wonderful. The main character is a bit of a dreamboat who swears using gosh darn it all to heckism, non-ironically, and it's terribly cute! And he likes milk!!
So yes, go watch The Middleman. It is excellence.
Um. Yeah. That's life. I don't even have dance to babble about right now, because I'm in placething -Maryland!- and there isn't weekly dancing here, merely every other week. Le sigh, and stuff.
***
Goddamnit, I used to be so good at writing clever, witty, essaythings. Whatever happened to that? If growing up means turning boring, perhaps it's not as good a thing as I've been lead to believe.
~Sor
MOOP!
1: Okay, technically I mean command. I'm slightly uncertain why I steadfastly continue to call it the twiddle key --I think it's a momism or something.
2: hein = heinous. Call it watching too much Buffy, my language tends to take on a little bit of the scansion of whatever media influence I've had most of recently.5 I originally picked hein up from the Lauren/Emily duo.
3: Well, I mean, more hein than usual. Considering that I last posted, oh, two days ago, I don't think there's any worry that I'm still around and minorly obsessed with this thing.
4: Non-Talia, mom, Keith, Eric (Maccytu), Magus, and whoever else has had it forced upon them.
5: Reading the Catcher in the Rye was hell for me for a couple days until my internal monologue got back to semi-normal. Nethack simplifies my voice, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea6 steampunkifies it a bit, and Buffy makes me start to do a little tiny bit of the Buffyspeak. (obligatory warning: TVTropes will ruin your life.
6: Oh yeah, did I mention I'm reading that? Old school science fiction for the wins. I picked it up at the store one day because I was bored and needed something to read, and found myself totally engrossed. I'm only up to chapter ten or eleven or so, but damn, Jules Verne could apparently write.