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Jun. 11th, 2009 02:09 pmCurrent conditions as of 12:55 pm EDT
Fair -- Feels Like: 97°
Riley, we are not going outside to play. We are staying indoors where the air isn't insane. We can go out later once there's several degrees of longitude between us and the sun. Squeak the toys at me as much as you want, I don't care, we are not going outside. This is the time in Sprockets when we fantasize about reversing the family immigration policy and haring off to Kasmu. (Although I'd prefer Tallinn; it's got more than three intersections.) I hear that the heat index there never gets past 100. By "there" I mean "the entire country, except for the multitudinous saunas, but it's okay in those because the heat is controlled."
I forgot to tell you guys, I had a hockey nightmare the other night. Within the past week. Whatever. In it, somehow I'd gotten tapped to be the translator* for Evgeni Malkin - who as we all know doesn't speak the English unless it's to be a smartass - at some kind of fan-service shindig in some big shopping mall. I don't like the guy, and even when I'm asleep I don't like him. So in my dream I am being as neutral as possible about things and just translating questions and answers. He keeps telling me these truly horrendous jokes (not bad ones, just painfully unfunny) to get me to lighten up. Finally he asks me -- what is this, you act like you don't like me. I tell him, look, I'm sure you are a decent person, but I am a Tampa fan and I have seen you skate and to the best of my knowledge you turn into a colossal jerk as soon as you get on ice. He shrugs and goes, okay, that's fair... did I tell you the one about the sheep?
Bleu's take on this, when I told her: "YOU'RE SO MEAN!"
Me: "HE BROKE MEZ. AND HE LOOKS LIKE A CAVEMAN."
She: "I KNOW, BUT YOU'RE STILL MEAN."
*Note that I don't speak Russian. And looking back on it with the perspective of reality, it sounded like Estonian. I don't speak that either but I'm more familiar with it. Which is to say: not very, I just recognize the sounds. Odd.
Newmachine still hasn't shipped. I am so sad. I am brimming with woe. How the hell am I supposed to watch the draft on Frankenstein? I CAN'T, IS HOW. Other things I can't be doing on Frankenstein that people are wishing I had done already: making banner graphics & whipping up an identity package. The threatening email is still go-if-needed, though; I don't need fancy software to get bitchy. Crap crap what else... right. One other random picture for Bleu is doable without fanciness. Set up her twitter, she needs a picture still. Something else? What? Ahrg. Forgetting things is bad. I can't brain, I have the summer.
However, I also have peaches. Do I dare?
Fair -- Feels Like: 97°
Riley, we are not going outside to play. We are staying indoors where the air isn't insane. We can go out later once there's several degrees of longitude between us and the sun. Squeak the toys at me as much as you want, I don't care, we are not going outside. This is the time in Sprockets when we fantasize about reversing the family immigration policy and haring off to Kasmu. (Although I'd prefer Tallinn; it's got more than three intersections.) I hear that the heat index there never gets past 100. By "there" I mean "the entire country, except for the multitudinous saunas, but it's okay in those because the heat is controlled."
I forgot to tell you guys, I had a hockey nightmare the other night. Within the past week. Whatever. In it, somehow I'd gotten tapped to be the translator* for Evgeni Malkin - who as we all know doesn't speak the English unless it's to be a smartass - at some kind of fan-service shindig in some big shopping mall. I don't like the guy, and even when I'm asleep I don't like him. So in my dream I am being as neutral as possible about things and just translating questions and answers. He keeps telling me these truly horrendous jokes (not bad ones, just painfully unfunny) to get me to lighten up. Finally he asks me -- what is this, you act like you don't like me. I tell him, look, I'm sure you are a decent person, but I am a Tampa fan and I have seen you skate and to the best of my knowledge you turn into a colossal jerk as soon as you get on ice. He shrugs and goes, okay, that's fair... did I tell you the one about the sheep?
Bleu's take on this, when I told her: "YOU'RE SO MEAN!"
Me: "HE BROKE MEZ. AND HE LOOKS LIKE A CAVEMAN."
She: "I KNOW, BUT YOU'RE STILL MEAN."
*Note that I don't speak Russian. And looking back on it with the perspective of reality, it sounded like Estonian. I don't speak that either but I'm more familiar with it. Which is to say: not very, I just recognize the sounds. Odd.
Newmachine still hasn't shipped. I am so sad. I am brimming with woe. How the hell am I supposed to watch the draft on Frankenstein? I CAN'T, IS HOW. Other things I can't be doing on Frankenstein that people are wishing I had done already: making banner graphics & whipping up an identity package. The threatening email is still go-if-needed, though; I don't need fancy software to get bitchy. Crap crap what else... right. One other random picture for Bleu is doable without fanciness. Set up her twitter, she needs a picture still. Something else? What? Ahrg. Forgetting things is bad. I can't brain, I have the summer.
However, I also have peaches. Do I dare?
