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Jul. 21st, 2010 12:15 pm( 日本語 )
Christ, that is a wall of Japanese that I should translate later today. Or tomorrow. Eek.
So, after the cat pee incident and the Schroedinger's Website incident and the corporations are lying fucktards incident, the day is starting to go better. The widget did not lie to me, I found out that we now can, in fact, do redirects easily. The extra lunch stuff came, and my god that is an eyeblinding, pull your eyeballs out and scream down the sockets lime. I managed to get Japanese posted, my little digital dragons didn't die, or some of them didn't, which would be about the equivalent of my goldfish dying that one day from hell. We finally, finally got rid of the old bitch of a car, my Ford. A '93 Ford whose transmission was being held together by tacky transmission fluid and the grace of the Goddess. It's being donated to the something veteran's something something, why can I never remember that damn name. Boy's choice, I like it. I like doing shit to help my veterans.
I'm actually more back into the writing groove than I thought I would be, given a chance for a quiet day at work. I like this, this makes me feel good. I also, at some point, should post a ramble on the virtues of the Courtesan and shit like that, but that's definitely a ramble for another day. Suffice to say that, right now, my Timing needs work, but I feel I've also been building my Grace and my Brilliance. And at some point this week there needs to be some time devoted to Joie before Cheek takes more than its fair share.
(See why this all needs explained?)
I need a personal trainer. Or someone to tell me why it feels like half the fat in my body is detaching from the rest of my body and jiggling in annoying places. I'm not gaining weight, I know what gaining weight looks like and it doesn't look like my jeans being slightly looser from one week to the next, I just am apparently not gaining any muscle tone whatsoever. Or if I do it's all being hidden in my loose fat doing a happy little dance around my body. Words cannot describe how irritating this is.
Note: For the record, I am choosing to disbelieve that this has anything to do with me not exercising for a week due to plague. This is my fantasy world where my body does what I tell it to and if it doesn't, that's because it's evil. Shaddup.
Oogh. Right. Organization needs to happen. We need to figure out something to do about the TV, now that we've done something about the car. I am... really liking this whole bento, thing. Oh! That was the other thing I meant to do. Pay no attention to the text behind the curtain.
( Bento Ideas Transcribed from Laptop Lunch book )
... no, the rest of this is fruits and vegetables and that I can figure out on my own. Shrimp salad, by the way, is ew because the first couple times I had shrimp I had gross rubbery shrimp and I haven't been able to get over that since. I hear people do the same things with sushi, but I haven't been one of those, thankfully.
Christ, that is a wall of Japanese that I should translate later today. Or tomorrow. Eek.
So, after the cat pee incident and the Schroedinger's Website incident and the corporations are lying fucktards incident, the day is starting to go better. The widget did not lie to me, I found out that we now can, in fact, do redirects easily. The extra lunch stuff came, and my god that is an eyeblinding, pull your eyeballs out and scream down the sockets lime. I managed to get Japanese posted, my little digital dragons didn't die, or some of them didn't, which would be about the equivalent of my goldfish dying that one day from hell. We finally, finally got rid of the old bitch of a car, my Ford. A '93 Ford whose transmission was being held together by tacky transmission fluid and the grace of the Goddess. It's being donated to the something veteran's something something, why can I never remember that damn name. Boy's choice, I like it. I like doing shit to help my veterans.
I'm actually more back into the writing groove than I thought I would be, given a chance for a quiet day at work. I like this, this makes me feel good. I also, at some point, should post a ramble on the virtues of the Courtesan and shit like that, but that's definitely a ramble for another day. Suffice to say that, right now, my Timing needs work, but I feel I've also been building my Grace and my Brilliance. And at some point this week there needs to be some time devoted to Joie before Cheek takes more than its fair share.
(See why this all needs explained?)
I need a personal trainer. Or someone to tell me why it feels like half the fat in my body is detaching from the rest of my body and jiggling in annoying places. I'm not gaining weight, I know what gaining weight looks like and it doesn't look like my jeans being slightly looser from one week to the next, I just am apparently not gaining any muscle tone whatsoever. Or if I do it's all being hidden in my loose fat doing a happy little dance around my body. Words cannot describe how irritating this is.
Note: For the record, I am choosing to disbelieve that this has anything to do with me not exercising for a week due to plague. This is my fantasy world where my body does what I tell it to and if it doesn't, that's because it's evil. Shaddup.
Oogh. Right. Organization needs to happen. We need to figure out something to do about the TV, now that we've done something about the car. I am... really liking this whole bento, thing. Oh! That was the other thing I meant to do. Pay no attention to the text behind the curtain.
( Bento Ideas Transcribed from Laptop Lunch book )
... no, the rest of this is fruits and vegetables and that I can figure out on my own. Shrimp salad, by the way, is ew because the first couple times I had shrimp I had gross rubbery shrimp and I haven't been able to get over that since. I hear people do the same things with sushi, but I haven't been one of those, thankfully.
