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Andrew Lau meets James Bond. Complete with the Ninja Equipping Scene with Q-san. "A simple wooden stick, yes? Only twist here, and here, and suddenly...." *sproing*
*cackle*
*cackle*
13 February 2007
updates and to-do
13 February 2007 13:47I'm apparently having issues with my tone of voice in text-only communications again. I've been looking for new models on ModelMayhem and seem to have accidentally offended the only model who has written me back so far.
I'm guessing, since it's the usual problem I have, that I'm scape-goating my frustrations again. Only, this time I'm not sure how to NOT scapegoat. Brian is still refusing to speak to me, and the lengths he went to at CapriCon to avoid me were downright insulting. He still won't talk to me long enough to evenlet me know WHY he's mad at me, and I'm simply out of ideas about how to handle the problem.
In other news, I'll be attending Riddlemark Theatre's The Pendragon on Friday, at 7pm. It's a newly written, 3-hour play set in epic verse, and based on Arthurian legend. Join me, if you're interested in that sort of thing. A guy from my Grant Writing class is the brother of the performers, and is using their theater company as the basis for his class work.
It's cold in my apartment, for the first time in my memory. I'm wandering around in sweats and layers, with fleece socks on. It's kind of nice, having the temperature in my apartment relate in some way to the temperature outside.
Also, it looks like I won't be going to the Transworld show after all. Apparently, they've been making it harder and harder to get in, in an effort to make it so that only industry-related businesses can go. In order to get in, I need to show them all kinds of crazy stuff, including a set of invoices proving that I made purchases last year at the show. They practically want copies of my tax returns.
Under the cut is today's To Do list.
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I'm guessing, since it's the usual problem I have, that I'm scape-goating my frustrations again. Only, this time I'm not sure how to NOT scapegoat. Brian is still refusing to speak to me, and the lengths he went to at CapriCon to avoid me were downright insulting. He still won't talk to me long enough to evenlet me know WHY he's mad at me, and I'm simply out of ideas about how to handle the problem.
In other news, I'll be attending Riddlemark Theatre's The Pendragon on Friday, at 7pm. It's a newly written, 3-hour play set in epic verse, and based on Arthurian legend. Join me, if you're interested in that sort of thing. A guy from my Grant Writing class is the brother of the performers, and is using their theater company as the basis for his class work.
It's cold in my apartment, for the first time in my memory. I'm wandering around in sweats and layers, with fleece socks on. It's kind of nice, having the temperature in my apartment relate in some way to the temperature outside.
Also, it looks like I won't be going to the Transworld show after all. Apparently, they've been making it harder and harder to get in, in an effort to make it so that only industry-related businesses can go. In order to get in, I need to show them all kinds of crazy stuff, including a set of invoices proving that I made purchases last year at the show. They practically want copies of my tax returns.
Under the cut is today's To Do list.
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generation gap
13 February 2007 15:35Mom: The next time you visit, I need you to look at this letter you got. It was sent to our address.
Me: What is it? Can you just email it to me? I'm not sure when I'll be able to get away from my schoolwork.
Oh, Amul. Don't be silly. How can I email you a letter? It's written on paper.
Mom, if it's important, then can you scan it in and email it to me?
Okay, I can try to do that, but I don't think I'll be able to. Our printer has run out of paper.
*pause* Um, you don't need to print it out. I want you to scan it in, with the scanner, and then email me the file.
This sounds very complex. I will ask Dad to do it, but he said that I shouldn't bother you with this.
Why? What is it?
These people want to reduce your mortgage rate, and it's a very nice offer, but I checked our records and I don't think you have a mortgage with them. Actually, I thought you didn't have a mortgage at all anymore. But I thought that I should show it to you in case you do have an account with them.
I don't have a.... *pause* Mom, that's junk mail.
It's not working, whenever I try to print it, it just stays in the tray.
Mom, just let Dad handle it.
Me: What is it? Can you just email it to me? I'm not sure when I'll be able to get away from my schoolwork.
Oh, Amul. Don't be silly. How can I email you a letter? It's written on paper.
Mom, if it's important, then can you scan it in and email it to me?
Okay, I can try to do that, but I don't think I'll be able to. Our printer has run out of paper.
*pause* Um, you don't need to print it out. I want you to scan it in, with the scanner, and then email me the file.
This sounds very complex. I will ask Dad to do it, but he said that I shouldn't bother you with this.
Why? What is it?
These people want to reduce your mortgage rate, and it's a very nice offer, but I checked our records and I don't think you have a mortgage with them. Actually, I thought you didn't have a mortgage at all anymore. But I thought that I should show it to you in case you do have an account with them.
I don't have a.... *pause* Mom, that's junk mail.
It's not working, whenever I try to print it, it just stays in the tray.
Mom, just let Dad handle it.