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Jun. 30th, 2010 07:50 am( Русский язык )
Definitely need to watch the German at night. That's a habit I can't afford to get into.
Note to self: Read over this later and pay attention. Kiki pasted me a motivational poster this morning that had movie!Ivan Vanko on it and the caption "Russkii, motherfucker, do you speak it?" which led to me wanting to make an icon to that effect and then a brief discussion of what the Russian for 'motherfucker' would be, both literally/grammatically and semantically. Which lead to that link. And now my brain is trying to translate that into other languages. So far I've got Spanish and French and I'm working on Japanese. I'm not sure I want to google for rude kanji, but it might be hilarious. Expect icons to that effect oh god. Kiki, want an icon with Oscar on it that says that?
Seriously, I've got Spanish, French, probably German, and Japanese eventually down, and we're working on Russian, anyone else want to volunteer "[Language], motherfucker/language equivalent, do you speak it?" in [language]? This is almost as much fun as "Oh god, there's an axe in my head."
Ghetto Spanish rice was made even more ghetto by basically being a can of Hunts' chili tomato sauce, rice, and water. I think actually next time I won't use the chili tomato sauce, because the spices were slightly... my taste buds associate them with chili. But someone else's taste buds might not! Anyway, it's good enough to eat the rest, which means it's in my bento today. And fruit-and-nuts, and something else. Blargh. Did not get enough sleep last night, and somehow still managed to get all my exercises done. And my Russian. And be almost ready to go on time. I managed to solve the stretching dilemma by going back to my yoga program and making a routine. It's still a bit awkward because the volume is so soft it makes the cues almost inaudible, but I may solve that problem by just attaching it to my clothes.
Aaand then I splurged on Battlestar Galactica, because it was in the Gold Box deal and I've been meaning to watch it anyway, and I still had gift certificate money. Not anymore! Right. Really going now.
Also, why is Gibbs suddenly in my head being my physical trainer? Make him stop.

Definitely need to watch the German at night. That's a habit I can't afford to get into.
Note to self: Read over this later and pay attention. Kiki pasted me a motivational poster this morning that had movie!Ivan Vanko on it and the caption "Russkii, motherfucker, do you speak it?" which led to me wanting to make an icon to that effect and then a brief discussion of what the Russian for 'motherfucker' would be, both literally/grammatically and semantically. Which lead to that link. And now my brain is trying to translate that into other languages. So far I've got Spanish and French and I'm working on Japanese. I'm not sure I want to google for rude kanji, but it might be hilarious. Expect icons to that effect oh god. Kiki, want an icon with Oscar on it that says that?
Seriously, I've got Spanish, French, probably German, and Japanese eventually down, and we're working on Russian, anyone else want to volunteer "[Language], motherfucker/language equivalent, do you speak it?" in [language]? This is almost as much fun as "Oh god, there's an axe in my head."
Ghetto Spanish rice was made even more ghetto by basically being a can of Hunts' chili tomato sauce, rice, and water. I think actually next time I won't use the chili tomato sauce, because the spices were slightly... my taste buds associate them with chili. But someone else's taste buds might not! Anyway, it's good enough to eat the rest, which means it's in my bento today. And fruit-and-nuts, and something else. Blargh. Did not get enough sleep last night, and somehow still managed to get all my exercises done. And my Russian. And be almost ready to go on time. I managed to solve the stretching dilemma by going back to my yoga program and making a routine. It's still a bit awkward because the volume is so soft it makes the cues almost inaudible, but I may solve that problem by just attaching it to my clothes.
Aaand then I splurged on Battlestar Galactica, because it was in the Gold Box deal and I've been meaning to watch it anyway, and I still had gift certificate money. Not anymore! Right. Really going now.
Also, why is Gibbs suddenly in my head being my physical trainer? Make him stop.


