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Apr. 15th, 2014 09:32 am( Gaeilge )
No, yeah, I was right the first time, I'm going to have to learn all the verbal nouns one by one. Ugh.
So, yesterday turned out to be busy at work and then I meant to go home and finish this writing I have yet to finish, but it turned out the boy had other plans involving Robocop. So we went and saw Robocop at the dollar theatre, which, sure, that meant I didn't have to cook dinner. That was a remarkably silly movie. I mean, it hit all the right points, all the traditional plot points of Robocop, but Gary Oldman spent most of the movie flailing about hysterically screaming "ALEX", the corporate stooges were ridiculous, and all Michael Keaton needed was a moustache to twirl. Everyone was pretty much playing their stock parts, and it came together well, but. So very silly.
Today will be finishing the goddamn dime novel finally, then coming up with some kind of blog entry (I really need to type in the notes for the other blog entries tonight), then coming home and cooking and cleaning and doing random other shit. I also have some reading over to do, but overall, hopefully it will be more relaxed. I'm surprisingly looking forward to getting back to routines. Although this weekend's interview will be nervewracking as all hell. Ulp. Who let me adult? Who let me professional? That's what I really want to know. Who made the mistake of letting me out into the world pretending to be a professional?
Or am I a professional? What defines a professional anyway, in terms of bloggery and what I do with Murderboarding? A professional what? Professional fan?
(Mostly, oh god what am I doing why did [Redacted] agree to this why are [Redacted] [Redacted]ing what the hell is going on and why am I in this handbasket.)
No, yeah, I was right the first time, I'm going to have to learn all the verbal nouns one by one. Ugh.
So, yesterday turned out to be busy at work and then I meant to go home and finish this writing I have yet to finish, but it turned out the boy had other plans involving Robocop. So we went and saw Robocop at the dollar theatre, which, sure, that meant I didn't have to cook dinner. That was a remarkably silly movie. I mean, it hit all the right points, all the traditional plot points of Robocop, but Gary Oldman spent most of the movie flailing about hysterically screaming "ALEX", the corporate stooges were ridiculous, and all Michael Keaton needed was a moustache to twirl. Everyone was pretty much playing their stock parts, and it came together well, but. So very silly.
Today will be finishing the goddamn dime novel finally, then coming up with some kind of blog entry (I really need to type in the notes for the other blog entries tonight), then coming home and cooking and cleaning and doing random other shit. I also have some reading over to do, but overall, hopefully it will be more relaxed. I'm surprisingly looking forward to getting back to routines. Although this weekend's interview will be nervewracking as all hell. Ulp. Who let me adult? Who let me professional? That's what I really want to know. Who made the mistake of letting me out into the world pretending to be a professional?
Or am I a professional? What defines a professional anyway, in terms of bloggery and what I do with Murderboarding? A professional what? Professional fan?
(Mostly, oh god what am I doing why did [Redacted] agree to this why are [Redacted] [Redacted]ing what the hell is going on and why am I in this handbasket.)