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Weekend Rundown
Feb. 7th, 2005 04:32 pmThe weekend was actually refreshingly laid back.
I honestly have no memory of Friday night. I know I took a bath, and M. watched Numb3rs and agreed to watch BSG at 1:00 a.m since I'd forgotten to tape it at 10. This mostly ends up being an argument because of his issues with Starbuck being a girl. He somehow feels like it's a betrayal of his childhood memories and white men everywhere (don't expect sense of M. that late on a Friday night). He finally asked how I'd feel if they remade Star Wars and made Han Solo a girl. I sort of shrugged, and was backed up by Sab on Saturday as we both agreed it would probably be kind of hot.
So, Ep. 5.
This was the ep that hooked me, truthfully. It isn't particularly rich with story, but the interactions are fabulous, as are the character moments.
( BSG- Ep. 5 )
I lounged around a bit, read a lot, had rehearsal, had the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iamsab and sorlklewis over for dinner. I actually cooked because M. did the dishes. Granted, it took him all frelling day and there were many breaks during the day while he waited for the dishes to air dry. At one point, I shook the dish towel at him like a torreador and he just said I was pushing it. Regardless they were done, and our house was bright and shiny and it's always a relief, clean space, bright space.
Sunday, I fully intended to write and learn to make icons, but I was summoned by A. and J. to come entertain them while they sat and waited for people to come to A.'s Open House, and then we went for Sushi and I locked my keys in my car, which caused much swearing as it caused me to miss my Latin student. I fretted and fretted, muttering and twitching in between drinking sake and waiting for AAA and calling my clients and not getting them. Of course, when I got home, I came to find out that they'd cancelled on Saturday morning because of the Super Bowl. Err, Grrr. So very typical of these clients.
By the time I got home I was wiped out from the anxiety and the sake, although I did get to talk tocrankygrrl on the phone, which was lovely as usual. The phone call was instigated by the following message. "So, I know that I was writing you porn, but well, I finished the story and there's no porn." Them are fightin' words. And now, of course, instead of showing me what happened, where she stopped, she's decided to make it up to me and write the porn, which is lovely, but mostly now, I want the story.
By the time I got home, I'd decided to learn to make icons. Of course, sitting on the couch means sitting there with M. and as he's worse than the cats in needing to be the center of attention, these were a joint effort. I took the caps from Farscape-caps. com, but I don't think I took them right as they're all blurry at 100x100. Mostly, it was a chance for me to play and learn. Which I'm doing. Well, I'm learning, but it's still like another language and I think maybe instead of worrying about filters and blurs, I just need to focus on sizing and lighting and making the damned text stay where I put it. I don't honestly know where it goes sometimes!!
So, both icons are incredibly blurry, but they aren't going to be used for anything. They're sort of interesting to me in terms of what I learned. And some of what I learned is to not make icons with a boy who's red/green color blind!!! He really likes the red cast to everything and I have to keep telling him that it's too red.
I honestly have no memory of Friday night. I know I took a bath, and M. watched Numb3rs and agreed to watch BSG at 1:00 a.m since I'd forgotten to tape it at 10. This mostly ends up being an argument because of his issues with Starbuck being a girl. He somehow feels like it's a betrayal of his childhood memories and white men everywhere (don't expect sense of M. that late on a Friday night). He finally asked how I'd feel if they remade Star Wars and made Han Solo a girl. I sort of shrugged, and was backed up by Sab on Saturday as we both agreed it would probably be kind of hot.
So, Ep. 5.
This was the ep that hooked me, truthfully. It isn't particularly rich with story, but the interactions are fabulous, as are the character moments.
( BSG- Ep. 5 )
I lounged around a bit, read a lot, had rehearsal, had the lovely
iamsab and sorlklewis over for dinner. I actually cooked because M. did the dishes. Granted, it took him all frelling day and there were many breaks during the day while he waited for the dishes to air dry. At one point, I shook the dish towel at him like a torreador and he just said I was pushing it. Regardless they were done, and our house was bright and shiny and it's always a relief, clean space, bright space.Sunday, I fully intended to write and learn to make icons, but I was summoned by A. and J. to come entertain them while they sat and waited for people to come to A.'s Open House, and then we went for Sushi and I locked my keys in my car, which caused much swearing as it caused me to miss my Latin student. I fretted and fretted, muttering and twitching in between drinking sake and waiting for AAA and calling my clients and not getting them. Of course, when I got home, I came to find out that they'd cancelled on Saturday morning because of the Super Bowl. Err, Grrr. So very typical of these clients.
By the time I got home I was wiped out from the anxiety and the sake, although I did get to talk to
crankygrrl on the phone, which was lovely as usual. The phone call was instigated by the following message. "So, I know that I was writing you porn, but well, I finished the story and there's no porn." Them are fightin' words. And now, of course, instead of showing me what happened, where she stopped, she's decided to make it up to me and write the porn, which is lovely, but mostly now, I want the story.By the time I got home, I'd decided to learn to make icons. Of course, sitting on the couch means sitting there with M. and as he's worse than the cats in needing to be the center of attention, these were a joint effort. I took the caps from Farscape-caps. com, but I don't think I took them right as they're all blurry at 100x100. Mostly, it was a chance for me to play and learn. Which I'm doing. Well, I'm learning, but it's still like another language and I think maybe instead of worrying about filters and blurs, I just need to focus on sizing and lighting and making the damned text stay where I put it. I don't honestly know where it goes sometimes!!
So, both icons are incredibly blurry, but they aren't going to be used for anything. They're sort of interesting to me in terms of what I learned. And some of what I learned is to not make icons with a boy who's red/green color blind!!! He really likes the red cast to everything and I have to keep telling him that it's too red.
