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Mar. 14th, 2012 09:30 am( Gaeilge )
I have no idea where my Japanese book has gone. This is irksome. I really hope it didn't get packed.
So, it looks like we finally are on for inspection tomorrow morning! At this rate, as much trouble as has been going on, the boy thinks we might have a heffalump instead of a house. I am trying to stay hopeful, but that is not helping. Still. It will be what it is. We have the money for the down payment, we have the money for the repairs we know of so far, and we have the money to get some appliances and some new furniture to replace our falling apart furniture, so if there are no new major repairs, we'll be good. And then it should be smooth sailing from here. I hope. And (I'm fairly sure I said this before) at this point I hope it just so I don't have to fucking deal with all of this anymore, I am behind on shit I want to get done and I want to devote brainpower to something other than house logistics or recovering energy.
Better news. I got an answer to my burning question about Carlyle and spinning last night, which is to say that he has two people to help him during his spinning scenes. They do a pretty good job, from what I've seen! Apart from the weirdass rig of the walking wheel in the most recent scene, which I didn't even touch because I don't know all the ways a walking wheel can be rigged up. He was also incredibly bitey last night. I'm going to put that down to weariness and homesickness from coming to the end of shooting the season and hope it's not a sign of impending Sorcery.
After the bitey wee Scotsman there was Merlin. The 1998 mini-series Merlin with the unlikeliest Merlin ever because I could not then and I still cannot see Sam Neill as Merlin. Ever. But he is the subject of my latest frenzy and I wanted to watch it. I forgot just how utterly hilariously awful that miniseries is. Everyone takes it so seriously! They forget that they should be frothing and chewing the scenery as the over-the-top everything demands. The CGI was... well, okay, it was 1998, so it was suitable to the standards of TV miniseries at the time. And remember. This is the Hallmark Merlin. Adjust your expectations accordingly.
Still the unlikeliest Merlin ever. He wanders around with his pretty blue eyes and long tawny hair (Sam Neill should not ever have long hair. He doesn't have the head for it.) and I just want to pat him on the head and go "Silly wizard. Have a biscuit while Mommy makes it better." That said, now I really want to hear him going "I am SCHMENDRICK THE MAGICIAN." Because he would be so much more suited to it.
Anyway. Hopefully we're coming to the end of the house-buying saga. Hopefully this means I can get the rest of my life in some semblance of order. I'd really like that. Really a lot. At least day job work is cooperating by not being too hectic. So far. I shouldn't have said that, should I. We've had our share of hectic today, we got in and the front registers weren't on, and I had to call the Elf Lord and ask him where everything was plugged into because the wires all ran around the back and I couldn't see a damn thing. Turned out I just had to push the big red button. So at least there was that.
I have no idea where my Japanese book has gone. This is irksome. I really hope it didn't get packed.
So, it looks like we finally are on for inspection tomorrow morning! At this rate, as much trouble as has been going on, the boy thinks we might have a heffalump instead of a house. I am trying to stay hopeful, but that is not helping. Still. It will be what it is. We have the money for the down payment, we have the money for the repairs we know of so far, and we have the money to get some appliances and some new furniture to replace our falling apart furniture, so if there are no new major repairs, we'll be good. And then it should be smooth sailing from here. I hope. And (I'm fairly sure I said this before) at this point I hope it just so I don't have to fucking deal with all of this anymore, I am behind on shit I want to get done and I want to devote brainpower to something other than house logistics or recovering energy.
Better news. I got an answer to my burning question about Carlyle and spinning last night, which is to say that he has two people to help him during his spinning scenes. They do a pretty good job, from what I've seen! Apart from the weirdass rig of the walking wheel in the most recent scene, which I didn't even touch because I don't know all the ways a walking wheel can be rigged up. He was also incredibly bitey last night. I'm going to put that down to weariness and homesickness from coming to the end of shooting the season and hope it's not a sign of impending Sorcery.
After the bitey wee Scotsman there was Merlin. The 1998 mini-series Merlin with the unlikeliest Merlin ever because I could not then and I still cannot see Sam Neill as Merlin. Ever. But he is the subject of my latest frenzy and I wanted to watch it. I forgot just how utterly hilariously awful that miniseries is. Everyone takes it so seriously! They forget that they should be frothing and chewing the scenery as the over-the-top everything demands. The CGI was... well, okay, it was 1998, so it was suitable to the standards of TV miniseries at the time. And remember. This is the Hallmark Merlin. Adjust your expectations accordingly.
Still the unlikeliest Merlin ever. He wanders around with his pretty blue eyes and long tawny hair (Sam Neill should not ever have long hair. He doesn't have the head for it.) and I just want to pat him on the head and go "Silly wizard. Have a biscuit while Mommy makes it better." That said, now I really want to hear him going "I am SCHMENDRICK THE MAGICIAN." Because he would be so much more suited to it.
Anyway. Hopefully we're coming to the end of the house-buying saga. Hopefully this means I can get the rest of my life in some semblance of order. I'd really like that. Really a lot. At least day job work is cooperating by not being too hectic. So far. I shouldn't have said that, should I. We've had our share of hectic today, we got in and the front registers weren't on, and I had to call the Elf Lord and ask him where everything was plugged into because the wires all ran around the back and I couldn't see a damn thing. Turned out I just had to push the big red button. So at least there was that.