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Mar. 26th, 2014 09:53 am( Gaeilge )
Right. Trying watches take two, since the first one I liked turned out to have a 40+ millimeter face and that would look ridiculous on my tinyass wrist. Which I have just measured and it is actually six inches. No wonder all my friendship bracelets are turning out big. I have no idea if this is an actual change or if I just assumed because that was the length one of my wrist bracers said it was.
Anyway. We've also started writing "pitches" for Portland, which are less pitches and more "we know we're going to get asked this twenty times so how can we sum it up in a way that we remember and doesn't sound too rehearsed etc"
I also tried Mad Hatter in the faint hopes that it would work for something like going to the Alice people's studio, but it smelled... not so much strange but I couldn't identify the notes. In the bottle, and on me it pretty well vanished after the first hour. So much for Mad Hatter. Not sure what I'll try today but I'm rapidly running out of time to try new scents. Which is fine. I have a handful of tried and true old ones that work for most occasions.
This sounds terrible as I type it, which either means the internet is super-sensitizing me or possibly it is terrible: Having a crust on a Japanese actor whose nationality is at play in the three things I remember seeing him in (The Wolverine, 47 Ronin [hork], Helix to a lesser/more subtle degree, see also... wait, those are spoilers; Hiroyuki Sanada) is not helping the urge to re-learn my Japanese. Having him recite Hamlet in Japanese in his lovely lovely voice is making it WORSE. I have to keep reminding myself that until I drop Irish in the mornings I don't have time. But it is making me less inclined to pick up Intermediate Irish immediately because Japaneeeeeeeese. All the studying.
Really, why can't I just get paid for studying languages. Why isn't there a grant for that.
The only not awesome thing about this morning (apart from forgetting that we were leaving early oooops) is that while the numbers on the scale are behaving themselves, my body is appearing to me to be a mass of flab from the hips up. Seriously, the fuck is up with that.
Right. Trying watches take two, since the first one I liked turned out to have a 40+ millimeter face and that would look ridiculous on my tinyass wrist. Which I have just measured and it is actually six inches. No wonder all my friendship bracelets are turning out big. I have no idea if this is an actual change or if I just assumed because that was the length one of my wrist bracers said it was.
Anyway. We've also started writing "pitches" for Portland, which are less pitches and more "we know we're going to get asked this twenty times so how can we sum it up in a way that we remember and doesn't sound too rehearsed etc"
I also tried Mad Hatter in the faint hopes that it would work for something like going to the Alice people's studio, but it smelled... not so much strange but I couldn't identify the notes. In the bottle, and on me it pretty well vanished after the first hour. So much for Mad Hatter. Not sure what I'll try today but I'm rapidly running out of time to try new scents. Which is fine. I have a handful of tried and true old ones that work for most occasions.
This sounds terrible as I type it, which either means the internet is super-sensitizing me or possibly it is terrible: Having a crust on a Japanese actor whose nationality is at play in the three things I remember seeing him in (The Wolverine, 47 Ronin [hork], Helix to a lesser/more subtle degree, see also... wait, those are spoilers; Hiroyuki Sanada) is not helping the urge to re-learn my Japanese. Having him recite Hamlet in Japanese in his lovely lovely voice is making it WORSE. I have to keep reminding myself that until I drop Irish in the mornings I don't have time. But it is making me less inclined to pick up Intermediate Irish immediately because Japaneeeeeeeese. All the studying.
Really, why can't I just get paid for studying languages. Why isn't there a grant for that.
The only not awesome thing about this morning (apart from forgetting that we were leaving early oooops) is that while the numbers on the scale are behaving themselves, my body is appearing to me to be a mass of flab from the hips up. Seriously, the fuck is up with that.