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Feb. 21st, 2013 04:03 pm( Deutsch )
I think that exercise was more to practice asking someone to speak slower and listening comprehension than anything I could do written. That said, I'm deeply pleased/amused that I understood all the sentences just reading them. Possibly this means I need to sit down and watch Lola Rennt or something and see if I can understand spoken better.
I did go ahead and make me a blog for the website. Something more along the lines of a grown-up blog? I don't even know what the difference is between a blog and this journal, except that this journal has much less thematic, structured blather. And language practices. And dragon eggs. Probably neither of those things will go on the blog. But, I made a blog, put a link to it up on the web page, put links to Murderboarding and the web page up on the blog, and did a first entry. We'll see what happens there. Also did manage to code a link page and toss that up, and now I guess it's time for coding the Arcana page? So tonight's statement of intent will be line edits, doing the Arcana, and working on putting things into coherent form on the Grey Gull until the boy goes to work at which point I'll switch to doing follow-up on Person of Interest, because I suspect there will be Game of Thrones this evening on the TV. Which, you know, is fine, I don't have to use the TV or ignore distractions to write up the Arcana page. Dinner will be fucking takeout because I didn't expect to have to cook for anyone other than me (read, scrounge in the kitchen hey that looks edible) tonight, but game got cancelled. So, fuckit, I was craving crab rangoon anyway.
Tired. And chilled. And tired. Did acquire Fimo for decorating dreamcatchers. It remains to be seen whether Fimo works as well as I remember sculpey working previously. Although now that I think about it, having a small piece of Fimo in my hands while I think at the computer or the netbook could be incredibly beneficial. Must investigate further.
No, all right, self, come on. Get some work done this last hour, and then you can go home and order food and curl up on a warm couch with a warm boyfriend and a warm cat or two and fuck around with words while watching Game of Thrones. Which, I may hate the novel series, and there may be aspects of the story in general that I find deeply troubling, but damned if I don't enjoy the television. (Hating the novel series has more to do with the fact that apparently while I love George R.R. Martin as an editor I cannot stand him as a writer. I barely got through the first third of ... whatever the first Game of Thrones book is. The boy, however, is slowly munching through them. Go figure.)
I think that exercise was more to practice asking someone to speak slower and listening comprehension than anything I could do written. That said, I'm deeply pleased/amused that I understood all the sentences just reading them. Possibly this means I need to sit down and watch Lola Rennt or something and see if I can understand spoken better.
I did go ahead and make me a blog for the website. Something more along the lines of a grown-up blog? I don't even know what the difference is between a blog and this journal, except that this journal has much less thematic, structured blather. And language practices. And dragon eggs. Probably neither of those things will go on the blog. But, I made a blog, put a link to it up on the web page, put links to Murderboarding and the web page up on the blog, and did a first entry. We'll see what happens there. Also did manage to code a link page and toss that up, and now I guess it's time for coding the Arcana page? So tonight's statement of intent will be line edits, doing the Arcana, and working on putting things into coherent form on the Grey Gull until the boy goes to work at which point I'll switch to doing follow-up on Person of Interest, because I suspect there will be Game of Thrones this evening on the TV. Which, you know, is fine, I don't have to use the TV or ignore distractions to write up the Arcana page. Dinner will be fucking takeout because I didn't expect to have to cook for anyone other than me (read, scrounge in the kitchen hey that looks edible) tonight, but game got cancelled. So, fuckit, I was craving crab rangoon anyway.
Tired. And chilled. And tired. Did acquire Fimo for decorating dreamcatchers. It remains to be seen whether Fimo works as well as I remember sculpey working previously. Although now that I think about it, having a small piece of Fimo in my hands while I think at the computer or the netbook could be incredibly beneficial. Must investigate further.
No, all right, self, come on. Get some work done this last hour, and then you can go home and order food and curl up on a warm couch with a warm boyfriend and a warm cat or two and fuck around with words while watching Game of Thrones. Which, I may hate the novel series, and there may be aspects of the story in general that I find deeply troubling, but damned if I don't enjoy the television. (Hating the novel series has more to do with the fact that apparently while I love George R.R. Martin as an editor I cannot stand him as a writer. I barely got through the first third of ... whatever the first Game of Thrones book is. The boy, however, is slowly munching through them. Go figure.)
