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enthusiastick7-hour training sessions continue to eat my brain (although in all fairness, today was closer to 5 hours, but hey, its Monday, it counts.) I won't bore you all to tears with tales of Commercial General Liability Insurance, except to say that it has provided me with several more pieces of excellent archaic legalese. My current farvorite is probably dramshop, which is the category into which bars and liquor stores (and the laws governing them) fall. It just sounds so delightfully Victorian. Dramshop.
This weekend was somewhat mediocre. Good bits and bad bits. I hung out with Jason (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
euchaotic), which was unusual for a weekend, and actually got to meet some of his friends. I worry I wasn't terribly good company, as practically everything seems to make me moody lately, but the truth of the matter is that eventually I got drunk enough to dance (literally, as we ended up at a little bar that was inexplicably doing some sort of 80s dance party night), and from there on out it was definitely good times. The evening culminated (for me, anyway) back at my apartment where Jason and I shouted drunkenly at episodes of Full Metal Alchemist (thanks theshanakee) on my computer, and I laughed my fool head off, as is my way.
Saturday was the great laundry fiasco -- one of the washers in my building isn't draining properly, so it took three cycles in the dryer to wring out completely. And just my luck I had decided to wash my towels, and they ended up in that load, so I spent a good deal of the day feeling icky and unshowered. In the evening I went downtown to hang out with Stephie K, who is selling her swanky apartment, because someone bought the unit directly below hers and apparently started an endless tobacco fire down there. Her apartment now smells constantly of cigarette smoke, as though she herself were a heavy smoker, which she most emphatically is not. In addition to being unpleasantly stinky its aggravating her respiratory system no end, so she's got to go.
The ostensible reason Stephie and I were hanging out was to finally get around to seeing the Rent movie. How better to see a movie you're going to for nostalgia value than with someone you knew in junior high school? Only of course we plan like idiots, so we arrived at the theater at 8:30 for an 8:50 showing to find it very much sold out. So I still haven't seen the movie, and as it'll probably be ages before Stephie and I can synch up our schedules again I may have to find someone else to go with. Yes I know the reviews are fairly universally terrible. I don't care. I'm going because I want to see several of the songs on film, with some of my favorite original cast members singing, on the big screen. That's all.
Sunday I didn't do much of anything, unless staring out my window at the pretty snow counts. The heat in my apartment, which had been misbehaving, decided to go into overdrive and make it positively toasty. The pipes tend to rattle and bang, which I had mostly gotten used to, except for the past few days they've been really having a go at it overnight. It sounds periodically as though someone has fired off a gun inside one of my hot water pipes, shooting upwards from the floor below me with enough of a bang to rouse me from sound sleep. Its irritating, but I'm honestly a little grateful, as its helping me with my bad dreams problem. Of course its doing so by aggravating my overtired problem, but, well. Such is life. That pretty much brings us up to date.
This weekend was somewhat mediocre. Good bits and bad bits. I hung out with Jason (
euchaotic), which was unusual for a weekend, and actually got to meet some of his friends. I worry I wasn't terribly good company, as practically everything seems to make me moody lately, but the truth of the matter is that eventually I got drunk enough to dance (literally, as we ended up at a little bar that was inexplicably doing some sort of 80s dance party night), and from there on out it was definitely good times. The evening culminated (for me, anyway) back at my apartment where Jason and I shouted drunkenly at episodes of Full Metal Alchemist (thanks theshanakee) on my computer, and I laughed my fool head off, as is my way.Saturday was the great laundry fiasco -- one of the washers in my building isn't draining properly, so it took three cycles in the dryer to wring out completely. And just my luck I had decided to wash my towels, and they ended up in that load, so I spent a good deal of the day feeling icky and unshowered. In the evening I went downtown to hang out with Stephie K, who is selling her swanky apartment, because someone bought the unit directly below hers and apparently started an endless tobacco fire down there. Her apartment now smells constantly of cigarette smoke, as though she herself were a heavy smoker, which she most emphatically is not. In addition to being unpleasantly stinky its aggravating her respiratory system no end, so she's got to go.
The ostensible reason Stephie and I were hanging out was to finally get around to seeing the Rent movie. How better to see a movie you're going to for nostalgia value than with someone you knew in junior high school? Only of course we plan like idiots, so we arrived at the theater at 8:30 for an 8:50 showing to find it very much sold out. So I still haven't seen the movie, and as it'll probably be ages before Stephie and I can synch up our schedules again I may have to find someone else to go with. Yes I know the reviews are fairly universally terrible. I don't care. I'm going because I want to see several of the songs on film, with some of my favorite original cast members singing, on the big screen. That's all.
Sunday I didn't do much of anything, unless staring out my window at the pretty snow counts. The heat in my apartment, which had been misbehaving, decided to go into overdrive and make it positively toasty. The pipes tend to rattle and bang, which I had mostly gotten used to, except for the past few days they've been really having a go at it overnight. It sounds periodically as though someone has fired off a gun inside one of my hot water pipes, shooting upwards from the floor below me with enough of a bang to rouse me from sound sleep. Its irritating, but I'm honestly a little grateful, as its helping me with my bad dreams problem. Of course its doing so by aggravating my overtired problem, but, well. Such is life. That pretty much brings us up to date.
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Date: 2005-12-06 02:11 pm (UTC)The dubs are really off. I think they probably just grabbed whoever was in the recording studio that day and had them read. I don't agree with the CN translation, and the voices just make me violent.