kittydesade | Entries tagged with dialogue: german

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Now that I've gotten through the chapter review.

Also, Oh Sarah Palin. Is the weather nice in your world? Because you keep making these sounds and they don't correspond to coherent, rational speech in any language I know, anyway. And I know a fair few of them.

I'm trying to be sympathetic. I know it sucks when people lump you in with the actions of one crazy person, I've dealt with the staring and the whispers because I wear black and favor knives and skulls and crossbones or whatever. Because I listen to KMFDM. And from what I know of the shooter, he wasn't directly affiliated with any one group nor was he suggested to do what he did, so much as he took a lot of violent rhetoric as social permission, plus whatever other factors might have been going on in his mind or brain chemistry and a 9mm handgun and went and shot up a political gathering. That's his choice. It's a jerkass choice, but it's still his choice.

But why would you ever invoke a... the persecution of a people centuries, maybe millenia old, and equate it to your own personal (and, I believe, inflated) martyrdom? If martyrdom isn't even too strong a word. She used the phrase "blood libel", for the curious, which I'm sure seemed to her like a very vivid and pithy phrase but which carries far more implications and reference and emotional weight than she seemed to understand. Why would you do that, Sarah Palin?

And why would you ever shout so loudly and so stridently about how it's not your fault if you didn't have some guilt in the first place, for that matter. Why are you making this about your persecution complex by invoking stronger imagery for yourself than you are for the victims? I read excerpts of her speech; the few good points or calls to action she had (we are stronger than this, we need to come together, etc) came off as platitudes, weaker than the rest and lost under the whining of "hey guyz, iz just wordz, why so serious?" Words matter, Sarah Palin. Choose yours with more care. Or just get better handlers who don't let you get in front of a video camera without aggressively and enthusiastically jamming both feet into your mouth. Good grief. How does she dress herself in the mornings?

Sigh.

The pasta recipe from yesterday, by the way, reheats just fine. Possibly it would reheat a little better if I added a little bit of milk for more moisture, but it was just fine stuck in a microwave and heated up. Nommy. Work today is not as bad as I feared, despite not having been in for two days. Yay post-Christmas slump?

Oogh. Tired. Mildly cranky. Sniffly, which, if I dug myself out of my damn apartment after a weekend of hiding only to get sick and have to stay in some more? I'm going to bite something. Trying to eat healthy, at least. And drinking lots of fluids and so on. I don't think the spice and tea place has ecinacea but I might go see. Not really willing to travel very far afield right now, work and home and that's about it. Ah well. I'll live.

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Oof. Argh, too. Am not nearly as caught up as I wanted to be in either Martine or the Holmes Big Bang. Pretty much the next few days are going to be buckling down and working on that, I think. Just. Juggling all my projects, which actually will be good practice if I can ever become a professional writer, but, jeez. I was looking forward to not having to do that for a while. Ah well.

Had fun at social barbecue time; thankfully no one really insisted in being out in the heat, which wasn't bad, or the humidity, which was brutal. I don't like it when my sweat doesn't evaporate and cool me off, dammit! The bad part was when the boys took over the conversation and started chatting and trading stories, which was kind of interesting. The good part was that the other girl seemed as disinclined to do it all the time as I was, so maybe next time I bring over some project and we can chat about that rather than sit around and listen to the boys trade stories. Or something. I'll think of something. The other good thing is that we might be able to get along. I'm still wary, given the various times I've met people, liked them, and then they turned out to be psychopaths. But we have things in common. A lot of us do. So, we'll see.

... I'm sure I had more, but it's so bedtime right now.

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I have my clergy card, finally. It's all laminated and stuff, looks official. It also has the title of "Paranormal Cleansing Minister" on it. I'm not sure I want to sound like a pretentious Ghostbuster (Egon?) as Anna puts it. Or a scientologist. I don't even want to know why it has that on it but, hell, it doesn't matter, I'm certified.

Oogh. There was probably more I was going to say, but I'm tired and I'm watching The Mentalist. And probably tomorrow morning I'll start making the tomato sauce for the spinach lasagna for next week. Actually, I'm really looking forward to spinach lasagna. I may need to make it more often or something. Is tasty good.

Tired, but there was productivity today! Not quite as much in the writing department as where I meant to direct it, but there was productivity. I'm knocking some things off my list. Other things, eh. I can work on them tomorrow or they can get reassigned a bit. Or we'll see what I can get done in the next two hours! There's always that, too.

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So tired. So damn tired. First I had work, which was bad enough. Cleaning up with the crap from yesterday, dealing with at least two big orders and then a third came in while I was doing that, and then dealing with the box shipment that came in, which had to be at least 50-60 pounds worth of crap right there. And while I did that, cleaning out the damn box room and playing box Tetris, box Jenga, and box Twister. Because it's a damn tiny box room and I had to rearrange the damn thing to get everything in there. With my body. Shut up, you sickos.

And then I got to run around and put stuff away, set out stuff for tomorrow's crapton of stuff I have to ship. There's a ginormous reed order that's supposed to come in, though thank god I don't usually have to deal with that, so if everyone who's supposed to be there is there tomorrow two of them can deal with it and I can just do my normal workload. And then I had spinning class. Which was fun, though it was also later out than I wanted to be after the past two days at work. My back hurts, my legs hurt, my shoulders hurt, and the insides of my arms where the boxes scraped the shit out of my forearms hurts. Ow. But I did manage to make yarn there, towards the end! Uglyass yarn, but yarn.

I did manage to start a very interesting discussion, apparently, on body image and the words we use to describe them. The discussion, for those curious, is here. It involved a bunch of commentary on the ideas we as women (or non-women identifying female persons?) associate with certain words used to describe female physical form, whether they're positive or negative or neutral, etc. I think the biggest conclusion I came to over it was that there's a lack of words that readily come to mind that are very positive, that we feel describe us suitably as people and as women. It feels like we had to think for a comment or three to come up with some, or we found some in other people's comments to describe us. There may be a better way to explain that but it's late and I'm tired. Anyway, it was a cool conversation!

Oogh. Tired. Now, CS post, novel, and maybe a bit of porn before bed.