Posts tagged life
Posts tagged life
Closing off tonight’s youtubing with ‘The Bad Touch’ by the Bloodhound Gang because we are exactly those kinds of shameless ’90s tragics.
Oh God, we’re on to the Vengaboys portions of the evening.
I’m currently having a eurodance youtube party with my partner, his sister and her fiancé. The wine is mine. The tower of Polish beer, take-away coffee and paper towel is none of my doing.
I wouldn’t change a thing about us.
I somehow managed to convince* lowercasename to watch both Veronica Mars AND Orphan Black. My work here is done.
*I suspect it his Honours thesis had as much to do with this decision as my influence.
Ugh, this town. As I was queuing to buy vegetables at the market, I was accosted by an absolutely irate Russian woman, who demanded I answer her questions: ‘How many words do you think the average English-speaker knows? How many words do you know?’ When I replied that this was impossible to answer, that people have different active and passive vocabularies for different contexts, and that in any case I had no idea of the number of words I knew, she grew increasingly belligerent. ‘But you’re an educated person, right?’ she said. When I replied that I was a postgraduate student, she started grilling me on medieval literature. ‘When did the medieval period begin and end? What are the dates?’ When I replied that this was a matter of debate, that different scholars had different opinions, and that in any case, any answer would vary from region to region, she swelled up in outrage as if my answer had personally offended her. ‘There is NO DEBATE! THERE ARE DATES! HOW CAN YOU CALL YOURSELF AN EDUCATED PERSON WHEN YOU CAN’T ANSWER THOSE QUESTIONS! EVERY PERSON IN RUSSIA WOULD KNOW!’ At this point, she was called forward in the queue, and I noticed that every other person had been watching our conversation with high levels of British awkwardness.
The Tumblr app stopped working on my iPad! I had to uninstall it and download it again. The horror!
I had an Amazon gift voucher, so I bought these books: The Summer Prince by Alaya Dawn Johnson, and Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo.
Right now I have to do thesis corrections, so they’re just sitting there, taunting me.
And the plumber is FINALLY here.
Plumber still hasn’t shown up. Gah, I have better things to do than wait around all day.
Gah, I can’t start work because I’m waiting for the plumber to show up and it will be disruptive. And our sometimes-neighbours (they mostly only live here on weekends) are inexplicably here on a Tuesday morning and every time I hear them on the footpath I think it’s the plumber and I go and check the door. I just want him to get here so I can start fixing my Buile Shuibne chapter!