Well, my class's Pearson site is down for maintenance. Thankfully, my teacher is merciful and will give me full credit. Of course, I will use this free time to finally write my fanfic - well, at least the outline!
I'm translating my last -sort of- finished-piece from Swedish to English. Took me too many tries to write "thought" to realize my word-thing had changed over to Swedish again.
Burgers and beer at on one of my company's restaurants where I get to eat for free! It's in my contract... I suspect they might soon add a Homer clause in the future to limit consumption. Until then, keep em coming, boys!
Love that show! As per what I'm doing, I just finished making over 70 phone calls, so now my brain is an ooze of useless mush.
Just finished meditating. About to do a homework assignment, some push-ups, and some writing. After that, it's time to watch another episode of Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex, read a chapter or two from The Hexslinger Omnibus, and play Bloodborne for a while.
Haha. I've been doing the thing at work where you pick the phone off the cradle and then hang it right back up. Often it leads to this exchange: Guy: I've been trying to call you for an hour! Me: And I've been trying to answer it. Guy: How soon can you seat a party of 15? Me: Wednesday. (hangs up) Or: Guy: Do you deliver? Me: No. Guy: Why not? Me: Because $50 steaks don't like sitting in cars. Click. Or: Me: Thank you for calling Cafe Awesome, this is Homer, how can I help you? Lady: Can I speak to the manager, please. Me: Sure, let me find him. (waits) Hi, this is Homer, how can I help you? Lady: Hi, this is Cathy from Sprint, are you happy with your phone service? Me: I was until you called. Click. Fuck phones. I hate phones. I have 17 million more important things to do than answer a phone.
Its a very good show. Clive's reaction to Liv's personality changes always kills me. Writing is superb too.
I thought about doing a phony advice video cast once. I might have mentioned it on here before, but I used to build igloos and wanted to do the podcast from inside it. I'd call it "Ask Igloo Joey" or something and just make up questions from fake people. Like: "Michael from Raleigh asks: Dear Igloo Joey, what doesn't anyone at work take me seriously," to which, I would dole out some inappropriate advice. The other idea was to write a self-help book called You're not Special and Nobody Cares (so shut the fuck up and deal with it).
First things first: For a living? For "fun"? Mind blown! Somehow I missed the igloo stuff. It must have been before my time here. I would have remembered that. Shit like this is why I loved writing articles about interesting people and interesting jobs. Igloo building would qualify, my friend. That is fucking cool (no pun intended). So many questions...*Makes note to buy Homer lots of drinks so he'll tell igloo-building stories* That would be hilarious. Also, that would make a fabulously irreverent cartoon. Nah, that would be Dr. Phil.
Their body language can be disconcertingly playful at times. Particularly when you pair it with blowing people away with automatic weapons.
For me it was the voices. It's different when you're outside of Japan and the whole kawaii culture seems kind of, well, cute. Once you're here, however, that high-pitched childish shit really, really starts to fucking grate on your soul... So the tachikoma and I just didn't get along for quite some time.
Is there anything else you can do when talking to someone on the internet? No telling who’s behind the screen. Probably a human. And if Cave Johnson taught me anything, it’s that humans can’t be trusted.
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Had to rewrite a rewritten chapter because I saved it under my default word doc for novels, and when I opened it, thought I already saved a separate file. I deleted everything in that 'default' novel template, not realizing I didn't save a separate version and when I went to look for it....boom.. yeah. Pissed, just a little. Had to write everything over. Can't even remember what I wrote in the last one. Only good news about it is I was only 600 words into the rewrite so, not much lost.