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Oct. 25th, 2012 08:31 am( Русский язык )
I really, really need to straighten my head out as to how to translate gerunds and progressive verbs in my head in Russian. Argh. If I have this right Russian uses an entirely different convention, but I keep freaking out that I don't have it right and am making shit up. Bleh.
Also, all this voter bullying bullshit? That can stop right the hell now, please and thank you. Voter bullying, voter tricking, all that shit. Cut it the fuck out. I would like to think this is still the United States of America, and not any of half a dozen other countries (Russia, I'm looking at you) where the elections are so corrupt you might as well just rig them your way altogether. If you're not doing that already. God, I want to punch all these people in the face. Coercing people to vote the way you want them to, scaring them away from voting, tricking them so they don't vote? That is not what this country is fucking about. Fuck. You. So much hate and rage. Not that I like Romney but fucking hell, this offends my sense of patriotism on so many goddamn levels. And they call themselves patriotic. Our founding fathers, who they so often call on, are generating electricity in their graves. Enough to power New York City till after the polls close.
Anna's right, I shouldn't read Yahoo news this early in the morning. And the boy wants to go vote early tomorrow, so there's that, which means I need to hustle my butt and research the candidates for the non-partisan positions. I've already all but decided to vote straight party ticket because there is not a single goddamn Republican I like, which is truly depressing, but I should double check for third party candidates I like better. Blah. So much work. But worth it.
I have no idea what I did to tweak my back last night, but I really, really hope it's over. Not even middle of back pain this time, some muscle group right under my right shoulderblade extending around to my underbust ribcage area. Ow. Up to nausea-inducing levels of pain at times, though I slammed back an 800 milligram tab of ibuprofen which seemed to have killed it, and today I did a number of dance/yoga stretches that seem to be helping. But fucking ow. I disapprove in the strongest terms. Of course then I was an idiot and watched Center Stage which resulted in me going I FEEL BETTER I CAN TOTALLY DANCE AROUND THE ROOM and Anna going SIT THE FUCK DOWN YOU IDIOT. Oops.
And no fashion show for anyone today, because it turns out what Kohl's means when they say 41" bust they actually mean 45" or so. Um. No. So, returns it will be and I will get another batch of shirts that are more my size. On the one hand, I like being a M-to-L. On the other hand, goddamn. The sleeveless t-s turned out well, though, apart from needing to put in boob darts, I think. That's easy enough done. Except for the fact that I won't have my sewing machine set up for a month and a half. Someone remind me to do that. And finally on the fashion front, I have discovered that thing I was looking for! Apparently it's called Polyvore, this thing that lets you assemble clothing to create a look and even if you can't see it on a body, you can see all the items together. Since I'm not fussy about getting the exact item pictured, this will be awesome for planning out what I actually need to get vs what I have vs what I'm looking for. Woo! This might not turn out to be the world's most unfeasible idea. Seriously, I have been jeans and t-shirt girl for ... almost 15 years now. Except for special occasions and laundry day in college. Getting me to dress with some vague care beyond I-feel-cranky-it's-a-Rorschach-T-day is going to be an interesting time.
I really, really need to straighten my head out as to how to translate gerunds and progressive verbs in my head in Russian. Argh. If I have this right Russian uses an entirely different convention, but I keep freaking out that I don't have it right and am making shit up. Bleh.
Also, all this voter bullying bullshit? That can stop right the hell now, please and thank you. Voter bullying, voter tricking, all that shit. Cut it the fuck out. I would like to think this is still the United States of America, and not any of half a dozen other countries (Russia, I'm looking at you) where the elections are so corrupt you might as well just rig them your way altogether. If you're not doing that already. God, I want to punch all these people in the face. Coercing people to vote the way you want them to, scaring them away from voting, tricking them so they don't vote? That is not what this country is fucking about. Fuck. You. So much hate and rage. Not that I like Romney but fucking hell, this offends my sense of patriotism on so many goddamn levels. And they call themselves patriotic. Our founding fathers, who they so often call on, are generating electricity in their graves. Enough to power New York City till after the polls close.
Anna's right, I shouldn't read Yahoo news this early in the morning. And the boy wants to go vote early tomorrow, so there's that, which means I need to hustle my butt and research the candidates for the non-partisan positions. I've already all but decided to vote straight party ticket because there is not a single goddamn Republican I like, which is truly depressing, but I should double check for third party candidates I like better. Blah. So much work. But worth it.
I have no idea what I did to tweak my back last night, but I really, really hope it's over. Not even middle of back pain this time, some muscle group right under my right shoulderblade extending around to my underbust ribcage area. Ow. Up to nausea-inducing levels of pain at times, though I slammed back an 800 milligram tab of ibuprofen which seemed to have killed it, and today I did a number of dance/yoga stretches that seem to be helping. But fucking ow. I disapprove in the strongest terms. Of course then I was an idiot and watched Center Stage which resulted in me going I FEEL BETTER I CAN TOTALLY DANCE AROUND THE ROOM and Anna going SIT THE FUCK DOWN YOU IDIOT. Oops.
And no fashion show for anyone today, because it turns out what Kohl's means when they say 41" bust they actually mean 45" or so. Um. No. So, returns it will be and I will get another batch of shirts that are more my size. On the one hand, I like being a M-to-L. On the other hand, goddamn. The sleeveless t-s turned out well, though, apart from needing to put in boob darts, I think. That's easy enough done. Except for the fact that I won't have my sewing machine set up for a month and a half. Someone remind me to do that. And finally on the fashion front, I have discovered that thing I was looking for! Apparently it's called Polyvore, this thing that lets you assemble clothing to create a look and even if you can't see it on a body, you can see all the items together. Since I'm not fussy about getting the exact item pictured, this will be awesome for planning out what I actually need to get vs what I have vs what I'm looking for. Woo! This might not turn out to be the world's most unfeasible idea. Seriously, I have been jeans and t-shirt girl for ... almost 15 years now. Except for special occasions and laundry day in college. Getting me to dress with some vague care beyond I-feel-cranky-it's-a-Rorschach-T-day is going to be an interesting time.