I am not the subject line you are looking for

Back at work. Whee. I'm behind schedule, which means lots of fun anxiety attacks. The less said about that the better.

I think I can catch up. I'm going to finish one text today, work like a madwoman to get the other text finished for Friday, and then I'll be good. Provided I can get all that done. I think I can do it.

I'll be like the Little Engine That Could. I think I can. I think I can...

Anyway...

Sunday with Miranda was fun. I brought lots of juice, and we went shopping for food at Marché Akhaban (I think that's how it's spelled) and a Korean grocery store, where we bought Pocky, which I now realise I didn't eat after all. :::facepalm::: Oh well. Next time.

We watched "Better Than Chocolate" which was a very fun movie. Lots of hot women, lots of cool butch women too. :) Solid plot although not ground-breaking except for the fact that it was about lesbians. Essentially a kind of lesbian romantic comedy without the annoying and ho-hum qui pro quos that one gets in today's hetero romantic comedies ("Oh no! I see my handsome love interest talking with a woman! He must be unfaithful! Well, I'll show him! I'll go out with another handsome man to make him jealous, because I'm sure that will make him run into my arms!" :P).

Anyway, all this to say: good stuff. Very solid fare, good acting, what have you.

She put on an episode of Farscape for me to watch, since I've never seen that series. It was a fun watch, to be sure. Not sure that I'd ever really get into it if I were to watch it independently, but it's fun. I couldn' help thinking that the tall warrior dude was trying very hard not to be a Klingon while having dark skin and lots of facial prosthetics. Enh. The muppets were way cool, though. :)

The crux of the evening was the premiere of Six Feet Under, which may just become my newest obsession. I may have to join the fandom. I hear the first season is out on DVD... :::wantwantwant:::

It rocked. No words to describe how much it rocked. One of the main characters gets on my nerves, but I think it's because he's so much of a cliché and he kind of looks like a chinless wonder. Nonetheless, the guy whom I think is supposed to be the main character (more or less: it's more of an ensemble piece than centred on any one character) immediately appealed to me, so I think this is going to be good.

Miranda and I have decided to make this a regular Sunday thing. Not next Sunday, obviously, since she's going to be in Toronto and I have a wedding to go to, but afterwards. Yes. Six Feet Under every Sunday at 10pm. w00t!

Okay, back to work.

I am not the subject line you are looking for

Back at work. Whee. I'm behind schedule, which means lots of fun anxiety attacks. The less said about that the better.

I think I can catch up. I'm going to finish one text today, work like a madwoman to get the other text finished for Friday, and then I'll be good. Provided I can get all that done. I think I can do it.

I'll be like the Little Engine That Could. I think I can. I think I can...

Anyway...

Sunday with Miranda was fun. I brought lots of juice, and we went shopping for food at Marché Akhaban (I think that's how it's spelled) and a Korean grocery store, where we bought Pocky, which I now realise I didn't eat after all. :::facepalm::: Oh well. Next time.

We watched "Better Than Chocolate" which was a very fun movie. Lots of hot women, lots of cool butch women too. :) Solid plot although not ground-breaking except for the fact that it was about lesbians. Essentially a kind of lesbian romantic comedy without the annoying and ho-hum qui pro quos that one gets in today's hetero romantic comedies ("Oh no! I see my handsome love interest talking with a woman! He must be unfaithful! Well, I'll show him! I'll go out with another handsome man to make him jealous, because I'm sure that will make him run into my arms!" :P).

Anyway, all this to say: good stuff. Very solid fare, good acting, what have you.

She put on an episode of Farscape for me to watch, since I've never seen that series. It was a fun watch, to be sure. Not sure that I'd ever really get into it if I were to watch it independently, but it's fun. I couldn' help thinking that the tall warrior dude was trying very hard not to be a Klingon while having dark skin and lots of facial prosthetics. Enh. The muppets were way cool, though. :)

The crux of the evening was the premiere of Six Feet Under, which may just become my newest obsession. I may have to join the fandom. I hear the first season is out on DVD... :::wantwantwant:::

It rocked. No words to describe how much it rocked. One of the main characters gets on my nerves, but I think it's because he's so much of a cliché and he kind of looks like a chinless wonder. Nonetheless, the guy whom I think is supposed to be the main character (more or less: it's more of an ensemble piece than centred on any one character) immediately appealed to me, so I think this is going to be good.

Miranda and I have decided to make this a regular Sunday thing. Not next Sunday, obviously, since she's going to be in Toronto and I have a wedding to go to, but afterwards. Yes. Six Feet Under every Sunday at 10pm. w00t!

Okay, back to work.

How can I work with posts like these, I ask you?

Altoidsaddict rocks my very small world.

Yes, she does. Click on the link to find out why. :)

How can I work with posts like these, I ask you?

Altoidsaddict rocks my very small world.

Yes, she does. Click on the link to find out why. :)

Not a Sparrow falls apart from the will of the Father...

My mother's strawberry finch died yesterday morning.

He was eleven years old (maybe more), which is unheard of for a bird of his breed and size. He lived more than twice the usual lifespan of such birds. He was the survivor of a pair. The female died two summers ago, also at a very old age.

I've never had any great affinity for birds. I prefer mammals. Still, the passing of this little bird is a landmark. He and his mate (although we never could get them to nest) were with us all through my teenage years (well, almost).

The death of my dog signalled the death of my childhood.

I wonder if this is the end of my adolescence? Something small and insignificant, extinguished without so much as a sigh in the night...

Not a Sparrow falls apart from the will of the Father...

My mother's strawberry finch died yesterday morning.

He was eleven years old (maybe more), which is unheard of for a bird of his breed and size. He lived more than twice the usual lifespan of such birds. He was the survivor of a pair. The female died two summers ago, also at a very old age.

I've never had any great affinity for birds. I prefer mammals. Still, the passing of this little bird is a landmark. He and his mate (although we never could get them to nest) were with us all through my teenage years (well, almost).

The death of my dog signalled the death of my childhood.

I wonder if this is the end of my adolescence? Something small and insignificant, extinguished without so much as a sigh in the night...

This (excerpt of a) song is dedicated to my latest translation

What the subject line says.

( One more minute )

My father told me that the beginning of this text isn't very good, that I didn't "take enough risks" with the text. What am I, Batman? I'm a translator. I translate the text. I am not an editor. I don't do content. If I fuck too much with the words, then I change the meaning of the text, and then the author gets pissed off.

It doesn't help that this time around the author is my father (and a colleague of his: why do all profs seem to write with sixteen other profs, anyway? Doesn't it get confusing?).

*sigh*

Four more pages. I have to have this ready for a 10 o'clock meeting tomorrow.

Funny how I did the first sixteen pages of this in two days, and then my father told me it wasn't good and suddenly now I can barely get one page done in an hour. Performance anxiety, anyone?

Feh.

This (excerpt of a) song is dedicated to my latest translation

What the subject line says.

( One more minute )

My father told me that the beginning of this text isn't very good, that I didn't "take enough risks" with the text. What am I, Batman? I'm a translator. I translate the text. I am not an editor. I don't do content. If I fuck too much with the words, then I change the meaning of the text, and then the author gets pissed off.

It doesn't help that this time around the author is my father (and a colleague of his: why do all profs seem to write with sixteen other profs, anyway? Doesn't it get confusing?).

*sigh*

Four more pages. I have to have this ready for a 10 o'clock meeting tomorrow.

Funny how I did the first sixteen pages of this in two days, and then my father told me it wasn't good and suddenly now I can barely get one page done in an hour. Performance anxiety, anyone?

Feh.

Just once...

( Self-pitying whingeing. Please ignore. No, really. Your opinion of me will never be the same if you read this, I swear. )

Just once...

( Self-pitying whingeing. Please ignore. No, really. Your opinion of me will never be the same if you read this, I swear. )

Either I'm an idiot

Or this text doesn't really mean anything.

It was fine at the beginning, but their conclusion is bunch of hot air.

Le gouvernement continue à s'inscrire dans la continuité du modèle "top-bottom" de développement caractéristique de la "Révolution Tranquille"...

*snort*

I'm sorry, but the French is horrendous. For one, I had to alter that sentence because it was constructed as a negative (il n'en continue pas moins à s'inscrire), and while I sort of get what they're driving at, it's about as clear as mud but it covers the ground. :P

*kicks translation*

So my father no longer has bragging rights for being able to write clearly, unless he can demonstrate that this paragraph is all his colleague's fault.

Either I'm an idiot

Or this text doesn't really mean anything.

It was fine at the beginning, but their conclusion is bunch of hot air.

Le gouvernement continue à s'inscrire dans la continuité du modèle "top-bottom" de développement caractéristique de la "Révolution Tranquille"...

*snort*

I'm sorry, but the French is horrendous. For one, I had to alter that sentence because it was constructed as a negative (il n'en continue pas moins à s'inscrire), and while I sort of get what they're driving at, it's about as clear as mud but it covers the ground. :P

*kicks translation*

So my father no longer has bragging rights for being able to write clearly, unless he can demonstrate that this paragraph is all his colleague's fault.

A bit long-winded, but I like it

Many thanks to altoidsaddict for this. :)

( Yaarr! Tally ho! )

A bit long-winded, but I like it

Many thanks to altoidsaddict for this. :)

( Yaarr! Tally ho! )