elfs | Mar. 29th, 2004

Friday,

fallenpegasus wandered over for a dinner of meatloaf, mashed potatoes with chedder cheese and bacon, string beans and home-made bread rolls with dill and a causal night of conversation and television, most of it spent actually working to save Omaha's laptop, which seemed to be having strange nightmares of operating systems past.

We made our way through Ghost In The Shell: Stand Alone Complex, episodes 11 and 12, which were okay. Episode 13 I really enjoyed; one of the better. There seems to have been some griping about the end point; I thought it was rather obvious.

Saturday, we rose and did weekly chores, then headed out to friends so that Kouryou-chan could attend a birthday party with twins born about the same time. There were a lot of people there, a lot of screaming children and their frazzled parents. K was there, naturally, since it was her house, and I didn't get much of a chance to flirt with her in a room full of screaming four-year-olds. Kouryou-chan was exhausted and wired by cake and ice cream all at the same time.

Afterwards, we hurtled up to

kendaer's place, where

tabbifli was making dinner for the moving crew that was helping

jenkitty and

technoshaman move into their bigger digs. We arrived too late to help them move that day, and I felt bad about that. Tabbi was magnificent in her hospitality. We did get to see their new place though; it looks nice.

Sunday, we ate a lesiurely breakfast. Kouryou-chan and I played a few rounds of a new board game called Sequence (at last, a board game for her age that's neither completely deterministic nor completely random!) and then went up to Capitol Hill so Omaha could get her hair cut. I took Kouryou-chan on a quick walkabout; we visited a book store, a music store, and then just walked around the place goggling at the oddity that is Seattle's Capitol Hill until it was time to head home. We stopped at Sears briefly so Omaha could get some underclothes; we windowshopped for VCR's since VCR/DVD combos are less than a hundred dollars now only to discover that most of them don't come with S-Video passthrough.

I headed back to Jenkitty & Technoshaman's place to help them finish the move; my station wagon's bigger than their hatchback, and we muled a lot of stuff over to the new apartment in the few hours I was there. Jenkitty was looking tired after two days of hauling and toting. Then I drove back home again, finally, for peace, quiet, and home-made hamburgers.

I spent a lot of time alone in the car, so I spent a lot of time running through the language studies CDs I had with me. Russian is going to be a lot tougher than Japanese, I think, mostly because the amount of interesting Russian material available is much smaller than that of Japanese; nobody fetishizes Russian girls (not even Lena & Yulia anymore) and most of the Russian animation I've seen has been appropriately dreary. I did lesson one of Russian and, to my pleasure, this morning I can remember most of the phrases and the first-person vs. second person conjugations. I'll never be able to roll my 'r's that way.

Maybe I'll do French next instead.

Do not piss off your imperial masters.

Georgia outlaws genital bodyart, but for women only.

The Mark of the Beast! It's coming! Flee for your souls!