Jul. 12th, 2007 05:54 pm
The week so far
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muckefuckFourth night in a row I've stayed late at work for no good reason at all. We had our staff picnic, but it was over before quitting time due to a lack of alcoholic provisions. At least I got in a game of croquet this year. Note to self: Do not let the farmgirl lay out the course. You needed a bloody theodolite to find the next wicket as it snaked between the volleyball and football fields and into a small grove of trees. She eventually got so far ahead that we had to use expansive gestures to signal turn-taking. Can you believe she originally wanted to play without roqueting? WTF? That's like wanting to fast-forward through all the dance sequences in a Bollywood film.
Last night, I was rushing to finish up the last batch of rush requests I'd picked up late in the afternoon. Normally, one of my co-workers handles this, but he was absent and I've got a bad conscience about living up to his high standard service. At![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu's I watched a mediocre film that managed to waste the talents of both Saint Bob and Ewan the Luscious. I think I have a new rule of thumb: Avoid anything that saddles a Brit actor to with an American accent. (Obviously, Who Framed Roger Rabbit? is grandfathered in here.) Why on earth would I want to see Minnie Driver or Mark Addy or Eddie Izzard speak bog-standard General American? I don't know if their charm lies somehow in their funny way of talking or if concentrating on sounding like a Midwestern dolt squelches the expression of it, but either way, I can probably give it a miss.
The night before, I did end up watching a beautiful sunset, but from the roof of my apartment rather than the el station. Nothing I can say about the experience that won't sound banal, so I'll leave it at that. Tomorrow night is a tearful farewell tosnowy_owlet and the weekend will be devoted to sitting around drinking and brooding.
Last night, I was rushing to finish up the last batch of rush requests I'd picked up late in the afternoon. Normally, one of my co-workers handles this, but he was absent and I've got a bad conscience about living up to his high standard service. At
monshu's I watched a mediocre film that managed to waste the talents of both Saint Bob and Ewan the Luscious. I think I have a new rule of thumb: Avoid anything that saddles a Brit actor to with an American accent. (Obviously, Who Framed Roger Rabbit? is grandfathered in here.) Why on earth would I want to see Minnie Driver or Mark Addy or Eddie Izzard speak bog-standard General American? I don't know if their charm lies somehow in their funny way of talking or if concentrating on sounding like a Midwestern dolt squelches the expression of it, but either way, I can probably give it a miss.The night before, I did end up watching a beautiful sunset, but from the roof of my apartment rather than the el station. Nothing I can say about the experience that won't sound banal, so I'll leave it at that. Tomorrow night is a tearful farewell to
snowy_owlet and the weekend will be devoted to sitting around drinking and brooding.Tags: