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Sep. 16th, 2005
*snoozes on desk*
Sep. 16th, 2005 11:58 amThis is the last weekend I won't have to myself. I'm slated to volunteer this Sunday at the club, from 12:30 to 9:00pm.
Tomorrow I get up at ohmyGod!Early and clean the apartment. I remembered that I won't have as much time to do this as I thought, because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
random_colour is practicing earlier than before, thanks to the Loud Band of Doom (TM) who have taken to practising next door at the same time as us. This means getting up even earlier than I'd originally planned.
Tomorrow evening is sociableness, involving cooking. I don't think I've done any serious cooking in about a year. Perhaps a bit less. I have to buy actual food to cook. I still don't know what to make for dinner. Have to locate the dip recipe that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
curtana gave me a while back, because it's really good.
Sunday morning I still have to get up early, because I promised the parental units I'd have breakfast with them. From there I go directly to the club.
I am really, really tired. Next Sunday will be All. About. Me. No other people. No interruptions. No standing up for nine hours straight. Just me, the cats, and any quiet activity I feel like. Yarr.
Tomorrow I get up at ohmyGod!Early and clean the apartment. I remembered that I won't have as much time to do this as I thought, because
random_colour is practicing earlier than before, thanks to the Loud Band of Doom (TM) who have taken to practising next door at the same time as us. This means getting up even earlier than I'd originally planned.Tomorrow evening is sociableness, involving cooking. I don't think I've done any serious cooking in about a year. Perhaps a bit less. I have to buy actual food to cook. I still don't know what to make for dinner. Have to locate the dip recipe that
curtana gave me a while back, because it's really good.Sunday morning I still have to get up early, because I promised the parental units I'd have breakfast with them. From there I go directly to the club.
I am really, really tired. Next Sunday will be All. About. Me. No other people. No interruptions. No standing up for nine hours straight. Just me, the cats, and any quiet activity I feel like. Yarr.
More crack in DVD format
Sep. 16th, 2005 12:08 pmSo I watched the first episode and a half of Season 2. The half because I had a time constraint and had to leave. I'm impressed by my own self-control.
My first thought:
Is every season going to start with Jack shooting someone important?
After that, things go as usual. Jack gets thumped but good by the bad guys, and they don't even know he's not on their side yet.
Palmer's back! Yay! Just as uncompromising as usual. Can't wait to see how he gets his arm twisted this time.
I notice that Mason is still in Jack's office. Palmer obviously knows that I love Mason and want him to have lots of screen time, so he hasn't given him the job he promised. I suspect Mason is going to feel very put-upon by the time this season is over.
The wife-beater clearly has no idea with whom he's tangling. Seriously, this girl escaped from terrorists something like four separate times last year. Unless, by some really annoying and contrived plot twist, he is a terrorist himself, he doesn't stand a chance. I don't want him to be a terrorist. It would seriously shake my faith in the show.
All the blonde women in this show apart from the daughter are interchangeable. I hope I'll be able to tell them apart after a few episodes, because that's really annoying.
I love the music in this show, and the lighting and the camera angles. I kept admiring them in the last season, especially the more claustrophobic scenes. The one in which the cop dies, especially. Err, sorry, the black female cop (I remember that more than one cop dies in the line of duty). Normally I get swept along by the story, and if I'm paying attention to technical details it's because I'm bored, yet this time I was engaged and interested by the technical stuff. Must be t!'s influence.
Jack is screwed, and we're not even two hours in. Beautiful.
My first thought:
Is every season going to start with Jack shooting someone important?
After that, things go as usual. Jack gets thumped but good by the bad guys, and they don't even know he's not on their side yet.
Palmer's back! Yay! Just as uncompromising as usual. Can't wait to see how he gets his arm twisted this time.
I notice that Mason is still in Jack's office. Palmer obviously knows that I love Mason and want him to have lots of screen time, so he hasn't given him the job he promised. I suspect Mason is going to feel very put-upon by the time this season is over.
The wife-beater clearly has no idea with whom he's tangling. Seriously, this girl escaped from terrorists something like four separate times last year. Unless, by some really annoying and contrived plot twist, he is a terrorist himself, he doesn't stand a chance. I don't want him to be a terrorist. It would seriously shake my faith in the show.
All the blonde women in this show apart from the daughter are interchangeable. I hope I'll be able to tell them apart after a few episodes, because that's really annoying.
I love the music in this show, and the lighting and the camera angles. I kept admiring them in the last season, especially the more claustrophobic scenes. The one in which the cop dies, especially. Err, sorry, the black female cop (I remember that more than one cop dies in the line of duty). Normally I get swept along by the story, and if I'm paying attention to technical details it's because I'm bored, yet this time I was engaged and interested by the technical stuff. Must be t!'s influence.
Jack is screwed, and we're not even two hours in. Beautiful.
Fifteen minutes...
Sep. 16th, 2005 04:44 pmThen I can go home.
L is gone. She eschewed her break in favour of taking the early train home. Sadly, I have no such luxury. Well, I will on Monday. Since I didn't get a break yesterday (the whole office having gone away to party without me, not that I'm bitter), I will be leaving fifteen minutes early on Monday. Yee!
Actually, I'm not that bitter. For one, I would have hated to miss out on my dancing. Secondly, from what L told me, she got stuck in the Let's Talk About Death Limousine. Some of the managers, having visited an old people's home they financed, got all We're-Not-Getting-Younger-And-I-Never-Want-To-End-Up-Like-That in the limo on the way to the restaurant.
One of the managers, the TMIM, was still talking about it today, and even got teary at one point. She also had way too much wine last night. She's by far the oldest of the bunch, and since as near as I can tell she lives alone and has no good friends, I can see how dying alone would be a major concern for her. Still, she's fifty. It's not exactly too late to try and forge relationships outside the office. As callous as this might sound, I really wish she'd stop trying to forge a relationship with me. I'm half her age, and she has no conception of personal boundaries. I don't want to hear about her sister's medical condition, about her woes in selling her house (or not selling, she's been hesitating for four months now and counting), or about how much her living room set cost her. Mind you, it didn't help that her living room set is worth more than half my yearly salary.
I have yet to find a polite way of telling her that we have nothing in common and that her inane little stories don't interest me. I feel sorry for her, but not so sorry that I'll go out of my way to be her friend.
Oh, look at that. Ten minutes to go.
*eyes clock*
Much stuff to do when I get home. Part of that, I think, will be a nap. I need one.
L is gone. She eschewed her break in favour of taking the early train home. Sadly, I have no such luxury. Well, I will on Monday. Since I didn't get a break yesterday (the whole office having gone away to party without me, not that I'm bitter), I will be leaving fifteen minutes early on Monday. Yee!
Actually, I'm not that bitter. For one, I would have hated to miss out on my dancing. Secondly, from what L told me, she got stuck in the Let's Talk About Death Limousine. Some of the managers, having visited an old people's home they financed, got all We're-Not-Getting-Younger-And-I-Never-Want-To-End-Up-Like-That in the limo on the way to the restaurant.
One of the managers, the TMIM, was still talking about it today, and even got teary at one point. She also had way too much wine last night. She's by far the oldest of the bunch, and since as near as I can tell she lives alone and has no good friends, I can see how dying alone would be a major concern for her. Still, she's fifty. It's not exactly too late to try and forge relationships outside the office. As callous as this might sound, I really wish she'd stop trying to forge a relationship with me. I'm half her age, and she has no conception of personal boundaries. I don't want to hear about her sister's medical condition, about her woes in selling her house (or not selling, she's been hesitating for four months now and counting), or about how much her living room set cost her. Mind you, it didn't help that her living room set is worth more than half my yearly salary.
I have yet to find a polite way of telling her that we have nothing in common and that her inane little stories don't interest me. I feel sorry for her, but not so sorry that I'll go out of my way to be her friend.
Oh, look at that. Ten minutes to go.
*eyes clock*
Much stuff to do when I get home. Part of that, I think, will be a nap. I need one.
