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( Gaeilge )

Well, thus ends the search for homeowner's insurance. The bulk of the companies about had heart attacks (well, their representatives did) upon learning how old the house was. There's one we did get a quote from that seemed pretty reasonable, so we'll probably go with that, I'll talk it over with the boy at home of course. And then we get to send that information over to the various folken, and it looks like we'll close on schedule, which is good because I don't really want to pay $100/day not to be rushed. Or at least, no one I've talked to has said "You want to close WHEN? Are you NUTS?"

Ultimately, too, we decided to go ahead and take the end of April and most of May to move in, get contractors in, get everything settled. Which, god, leaves me three months to do all my costuming, augh. But if it comes to that, costumes for Dragon*Con are not necessary. Having a house we can live in is, and it'll be annoying in the extreme to be living in it while plumbers and electricians are banging around. Even in a house that size. Plus, dammit, I used to be a professional costumer for a theatre company. I can work to a tight deadline.

Spent the better part of the weekend finishing a BigBang draft and chewing on Sasha Roiz's character in Grimm. I love chewing on characters. Sometimes it probably veers into overanalysis but it's just plain fun to do. Bits of rewatching done. Little bits of packing done, that really needs to step up.

Why is buying a house so damn full of waiting and copying and sending things and copying mroe things and signing things and calling people and waiting some more? This is getting on my nerves. Okay, granted, it's none of it unexpected and most of it is understandable. But it's still getting on my nerves, dammit, so I'm going to complain about it. At least it's just bits and pieces running around now. Hopefully things are proceeding on time, I have no idea how early, late, on time, timely, any of that we are. But we're in the apartment for another month, two months, and after that... ugh, we'll see. I don't know. I need to pack and I'm tired of moving before it's even started.

On the plus side, I have more energy! So even if I'm tired of it it's not bone-weary please god I just want to shut my brain down curl up and play on Memrise for ages. Fuck Everything Memrise forever. Not yet, at least.

Right. When I get to work: compile Black Ice into one big document, stick in DropBox. Fucking gdocs and its fucking inability to process large documents. Keep an eye on email for forms to fill out. Re-check Long Road, edit BBMs, check publishing schedule for things that can be done at work. German, don't forget about German at lunch. And run up to the fresh fruit stand for snacks. And don't die.

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( Deutsch )

Well, this was possibly the best video I'll see all day.

And now I have a headache from the revelation that that line from Grimm? That's not "the Ferrat" he's saying, not "I speak for the Ferrat" on this. At least I don't think it is. That's der Verrat. Which is German for "betrayal" or "traitor" according to the online dictionary. Which might be their hamhanded German for Rebellion? The Rebel Alliance? Either way, fucking hell. And a bit of giggling glee because knowing all the languages ever is good for something! Along with pointing out when the subtitles don't match with what Renard is saying.

Oof. Fixing some problems with paperwork in the mortgage crap, I swear this stuff is so convoluted only to cause problems. Sent information along to lawyers, and now there's only one thing, I think... no, two things to do. One I can do tomorrow morning if I remember, and the other will have to wait until I get the proper form/format guide. And packing. Packing packing and sorting things out and more packing and did you know the Irish infinitive for 'to pack is pacàil? Now you know. And even more packing. And possibly no weaving class tomorrow if Aunt Beej is still sick. But she spent most of today upstairs and asleep, I hope, so maybe she'll be better.

Things. Stuff. I have absolutely no functioning brain cells left whatsoever. I'm actually starting to develop a headache, which is annoying because I have editing and packing to do. And I have absolutely no idea what's for dinner, except that we have a fair bit of leftover chicken, so we should probably eat that. And. I'm tired, and I need a day off already. Again. This does not bode well.

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( 日本語 )

At some point I need to make a list of the points covered in this book and go over them till they are embedded in my thinkmeats. This is the slipperiest language I have ever tried to smash into my brain. It keeps seeping out through the cracks. What's even more annoying is that certain parts I can remember very well, and certain parts just don't stick at ALL. Ugh.　Maybe what I actually need to do is get Genki book one and Nakama book two... or at least Genki book one. And go over it from there. ... In fact, let's do that.

Still no green popping up in my plant cup things, although I can't tell if that's a worrying sign or not. And then again, some of that green that seemed to be lawn detritus blowing into the cups might actually have been shoots, though I doubt it. We'll see. Hell, they were free seeds, what's the worst that happens? I have pots full of dirt till I move?

I need to check in tonight although that might be tomorrow before I do. Till then, um. I think everything's done, so I guess it's writing time. Aspirin time can wait until after I see if this headache is dehydration/hunger or not. Stupid goddamn random last minute meetings.