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x_losThe tailor stepped out of Brennen's Clothing early today, on the day I actually remembered and got off my ass and went over there. I need these pants and shirts altered like Nathaniel Hawthorne needed someone to edit his run-on sentences. Apparently, on Monday I can hunt her down. Maybe I should iron the pieces I've worn for her first, so that measurements will be more accurate? Is their some kind of tailoring etiquette? Will you laugh at me if I say I'm sincerely tiffed that I left my colossal Emily Post's Guide to Modern Etiquette at home on the shelf, and am bereft of its consultation?
I think I royally flubbed my stat quiz today. There I sat, just sort of poking around aimlessly. My heart wasn't in it. Neither, apparently, was my brain. Partial credit, you are my saving grace.
I have come to loathe and despise this shitty excuse for an lj layout/color scheme. If any of you know where/from whom I could get one that doesn't suck with the combined sucking power of a wind tunnel and Monica L., please, do tell. This shoddy little bugger is just getting embarrassing.
The quest to read all Terry Pratchett's Night Watch books continues this summer, and when I'm done with Feet of Clay (I read them totally out of order), I'll be done. Oh, and ready to write that Vimes/Vetinari slash![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
clio_the_muse winces whenever I mention. All the books except Guards, Guards, which I refuse to even open because I won't be able to stand Early!Lush!Vimes. It'd hurt too much. Plus, TP gets waaaaaay better as he goes along. Jingo is to Sorcery as FDR is to Wat Tyler (I will give you cookies if you understood that without resorting to wikipedia.org, swear to god). The difference between Early Discworld and Late Discworld, especially in terms of characterization, is so profound. I can't read the early stuff without seeing it as about the equivalent of moderately good fanfic with HUGE OOC issues.
Speaking ofclio_the_muse, when I asked her a grammar question the other day (admittedly it was super basic, and I was a huge n00b to ask), and had to 'fess up to the fact that I'd never had a teacher who gave a damn about grammar, really, she said that she'd never had that problem. It's amazing, the intonations AIM allows. Without the use of an emoticon, I felt the same level of '...oh.' in that sentence as if she'd just said 'I've never had an issue with acute genital herpes brought on by promiscuity with donkeys.' I thus resolved to open and read my copy of "Eats, Shoots & Leaves", runaway best seller in Brittan and entirely about the niceties of grammar. That should throw a few shovels of dirt into the gaping hole in the ground that is my knowledge, or lack thereof, of the finer points of writing in English.
But of course, being Sarah, she was exceptionally polite about my horrific ignorance. Sarah can be frighteningly polite. I have no doubt she will someday be an ambassador, or work in the UN, and chill the blood with her entirely sympathetic 'That's so interesting!' I am, though, a suspicious bastard, so disregard all negative intonation in the above. I am actually fascinated by/really admire how socially adept Sarah can be. If you're bitching to her about something, despite how banal and irritating you must be, she always makes you feel like the two of you play on the same team, and the referee that is life made some rotten calls on you that have injured her well-being on your behalf.
On a last note, am apparently cool enough by association to be friend-ed by the mysteriouspurple_avocado, of whom I have heard so much. Am all flattered and such. Speaking of that group of friends, need to get nacilmeiel a bloody birthday present, but she's being all 'no, don't, stop.' You can't fool me. 'No' means 'yes, please!' I'll just have to shoot in the dark, in light of her lack of suggestions, and hope I can pick something she likes.
...Now that I think about it, that sounds astoundingly not hard.
In other news, inspired by a post ofpurple_avocado, I have come to believe that Rampaging Uterus is the best unrealized ska band name ever. When I think of an angry uterus, I think of trombones. In joins the also unrealized indie rock band name Wawas Afire (or Aflame, I really can't decide) in the annals of Great Non-Moments in Music.
Gas station names inspire a peculiar level of amusement/lip-curling disgust. WaWas on the East Coast, Kum-and-Go in the Midwest, Piggy Wiggly in the South. I sense a trend here.
I think I royally flubbed my stat quiz today. There I sat, just sort of poking around aimlessly. My heart wasn't in it. Neither, apparently, was my brain. Partial credit, you are my saving grace.
I have come to loathe and despise this shitty excuse for an lj layout/color scheme. If any of you know where/from whom I could get one that doesn't suck with the combined sucking power of a wind tunnel and Monica L., please, do tell. This shoddy little bugger is just getting embarrassing.
The quest to read all Terry Pratchett's Night Watch books continues this summer, and when I'm done with Feet of Clay (I read them totally out of order), I'll be done. Oh, and ready to write that Vimes/Vetinari slash
clio_the_muse winces whenever I mention. All the books except Guards, Guards, which I refuse to even open because I won't be able to stand Early!Lush!Vimes. It'd hurt too much. Plus, TP gets waaaaaay better as he goes along. Jingo is to Sorcery as FDR is to Wat Tyler (I will give you cookies if you understood that without resorting to wikipedia.org, swear to god). The difference between Early Discworld and Late Discworld, especially in terms of characterization, is so profound. I can't read the early stuff without seeing it as about the equivalent of moderately good fanfic with HUGE OOC issues. Speaking of
clio_the_muse, when I asked her a grammar question the other day (admittedly it was super basic, and I was a huge n00b to ask), and had to 'fess up to the fact that I'd never had a teacher who gave a damn about grammar, really, she said that she'd never had that problem. It's amazing, the intonations AIM allows. Without the use of an emoticon, I felt the same level of '...oh.' in that sentence as if she'd just said 'I've never had an issue with acute genital herpes brought on by promiscuity with donkeys.' I thus resolved to open and read my copy of "Eats, Shoots & Leaves", runaway best seller in Brittan and entirely about the niceties of grammar. That should throw a few shovels of dirt into the gaping hole in the ground that is my knowledge, or lack thereof, of the finer points of writing in English.But of course, being Sarah, she was exceptionally polite about my horrific ignorance. Sarah can be frighteningly polite. I have no doubt she will someday be an ambassador, or work in the UN, and chill the blood with her entirely sympathetic 'That's so interesting!' I am, though, a suspicious bastard, so disregard all negative intonation in the above. I am actually fascinated by/really admire how socially adept Sarah can be. If you're bitching to her about something, despite how banal and irritating you must be, she always makes you feel like the two of you play on the same team, and the referee that is life made some rotten calls on you that have injured her well-being on your behalf.
On a last note, am apparently cool enough by association to be friend-ed by the mysterious
purple_avocado, of whom I have heard so much. Am all flattered and such. Speaking of that group of friends, need to get nacilmeiel a bloody birthday present, but she's being all 'no, don't, stop.' You can't fool me. 'No' means 'yes, please!' I'll just have to shoot in the dark, in light of her lack of suggestions, and hope I can pick something she likes. ...Now that I think about it, that sounds astoundingly not hard.
In other news, inspired by a post of
purple_avocado, I have come to believe that Rampaging Uterus is the best unrealized ska band name ever. When I think of an angry uterus, I think of trombones. In joins the also unrealized indie rock band name Wawas Afire (or Aflame, I really can't decide) in the annals of Great Non-Moments in Music. Gas station names inspire a peculiar level of amusement/lip-curling disgust. WaWas on the East Coast, Kum-and-Go in the Midwest, Piggy Wiggly in the South. I sense a trend here.
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Date: 2004-07-17 01:38 am (UTC)And I don't want a birthday present, mainly because I'm awfully lazy about getting other people presents and then I feel social obligation.
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Date: 2004-07-17 03:38 am (UTC)Also, thank you so much. No one as ever described me as "socially adept" before. The secret though is recognizing that however banal someone else's story is your story is probably just as pathetically dull.
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Date: 2004-07-17 03:42 am (UTC)*wince* Wow, your education was certainly grammar-tastic. Thanks for the recommendations- I'll check it out. I'm all about self-improvement. Except when it comes to physical activity. Then, I am about hiding in my room. Or baking some cookies.
Heh. The bastion of cynicism that is you.
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Date: 2004-07-18 02:33 pm (UTC)Does writing slash count as that?
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