So, yeah... after checking up on the girls I remembered liking while I was here, I've just started popping in to check the "MY SG" thing after visiting facebook... which I do too often anyway. At least I don't waste time with all those pointless apps. It's like getting more spam from your friends than noteworthy news. No, wait, that's not what it's like. That's what it is.
Besides finally figuring out how to use Sony Vegas (by using it to put together a long-overdue WoW guild recruitment video), I've been gardening. By that I mean I dug stuff up and chopped the roots of big things I wanted gone, then started taking fallen fence parts apart, and sawing and sorting them into two piles, one with metal bits in, the other destined to meet the interiors of my green bins.
Had a small mishap with a rusty nail. Turns out it didn't just go under the thumbnail, it punched through the tip of my thumb before tearing one side of the nail loose. There wasn't much blood, but it was more of my own blood than I've seen in years. I did what I did the last time I injured this thumb: sitting, sweating and hyperventilating.
Slicing the heel of my thumb open with a rebellious saw was more fun, or at least less bloody, and it left an interesting scar. You can almost see how there was one strand of flesh in the middle, attatched to one side of the wound at one end, attatched to the other side at the other end. It was... what was the word at the time... gnarly?
Anyway, I'm still a lunatic so I still go nocturnal under the waxing moon. This week's gardening has been cancelled.
Liking the new Doctor Who so far, though I suspect The Crack is a symptom of retconning all the crap Davies did that Moffat wants to be rid of... which is probably a good thing. Humanity just isn't ready to face the existence of alien life, even when it isn't hostile. I especially like how the Daleks are no longer extinct... except for these ones... and those ones... and the other ones... and that last one which brought a whole lot of its friends back with it. I might even have gone along with the reason they wrote for returning to the retro look, except one of them is... orange. Never mind the yellow and blue ones. Orange.
I don't care how big or homicidal it is, an orange pepperpot just isn't scary. I know I was disappointed that Davros' Daleks had the same bronze colour as the renegades, but this just seems wrong.
I'd go See Iron Man 2 this Friday night if I wasn't already planning to watch a showcase at the Salsa club.
Yes, I still have the panda.
Besides finally figuring out how to use Sony Vegas (by using it to put together a long-overdue WoW guild recruitment video), I've been gardening. By that I mean I dug stuff up and chopped the roots of big things I wanted gone, then started taking fallen fence parts apart, and sawing and sorting them into two piles, one with metal bits in, the other destined to meet the interiors of my green bins.
Had a small mishap with a rusty nail. Turns out it didn't just go under the thumbnail, it punched through the tip of my thumb before tearing one side of the nail loose. There wasn't much blood, but it was more of my own blood than I've seen in years. I did what I did the last time I injured this thumb: sitting, sweating and hyperventilating.
Slicing the heel of my thumb open with a rebellious saw was more fun, or at least less bloody, and it left an interesting scar. You can almost see how there was one strand of flesh in the middle, attatched to one side of the wound at one end, attatched to the other side at the other end. It was... what was the word at the time... gnarly?
Anyway, I'm still a lunatic so I still go nocturnal under the waxing moon. This week's gardening has been cancelled.
Liking the new Doctor Who so far, though I suspect The Crack is a symptom of retconning all the crap Davies did that Moffat wants to be rid of... which is probably a good thing. Humanity just isn't ready to face the existence of alien life, even when it isn't hostile. I especially like how the Daleks are no longer extinct... except for these ones... and those ones... and the other ones... and that last one which brought a whole lot of its friends back with it. I might even have gone along with the reason they wrote for returning to the retro look, except one of them is... orange. Never mind the yellow and blue ones. Orange.
I don't care how big or homicidal it is, an orange pepperpot just isn't scary. I know I was disappointed that Davros' Daleks had the same bronze colour as the renegades, but this just seems wrong.
I'd go See Iron Man 2 this Friday night if I wasn't already planning to watch a showcase at the Salsa club.
Yes, I still have the panda.
tragique:
yeah well, at least I made an effort for a location and didn't just roll around on a bed...