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I hate to see such fantastic talent grind itself into this kind of depression. I wish I had all the connections and strings to pull that would get him his dream job, so he'd stop whining and be happy and productive. I don't even have a concrete dream (yay for oxymorons) to chase; just some stuff I'd like to do maybe, too many to actually pursue, and some money. He deserves to succeed.
HBO Rome has driven me to further piracy. I knew I wanted to see it when it came up in Latin last year and Dr. Wallace discussed its vagaries with us. Then I was linked to Fandomtalk where they have recaps of all the episodes, and now I have to see them. SPQR! Next year is going to be fun. Brian, the darling of Dr. Wallace's last ever advanced Latin course, will be living with Stephan, who wants to learn Latin and is an even better BSer, and Ben, who is not only an amusing presence of guerilla intelligence who keeps Stephan humble, but an amazing pianist (MY pianist! hah!). We'll all have to watch Rome together. Not that it's in Latin, but I'm positive it will be eminently mockable, and there's nothing like the powerhouse of Brian, Stephan, Ben and me for a great mockfest. We found that out in last semester's History class. We're dangerous in combination.
My chainmail shirt requires a little more width to the sleeves before I can link the back with the front and finish it; I'm more inclined to small works at the moment, but I can't find the wirecutters of an appropriate size for 20-gauge, 4mm rings. I keep making arani with beads instead of chain, because I can't cut rings without those wirecutters.
Well, I could draw something, since practicing seems to be the last thing I am currently suited for. I haven't advanced any of my sketchbooks far enough to designate one as the Next Main Sketchbook to carry around, yet. Or I could call the software companies of my uncooperative copies of Sibelius and Photoshop, and rejoice in the return of my fully functional computer. I have a wacom, so why don't I use it? Because I hate the telephone. Hm. Manual art it is.
HBO Rome has driven me to further piracy. I knew I wanted to see it when it came up in Latin last year and Dr. Wallace discussed its vagaries with us. Then I was linked to Fandomtalk where they have recaps of all the episodes, and now I have to see them. SPQR! Next year is going to be fun. Brian, the darling of Dr. Wallace's last ever advanced Latin course, will be living with Stephan, who wants to learn Latin and is an even better BSer, and Ben, who is not only an amusing presence of guerilla intelligence who keeps Stephan humble, but an amazing pianist (MY pianist! hah!). We'll all have to watch Rome together. Not that it's in Latin, but I'm positive it will be eminently mockable, and there's nothing like the powerhouse of Brian, Stephan, Ben and me for a great mockfest. We found that out in last semester's History class. We're dangerous in combination.
My chainmail shirt requires a little more width to the sleeves before I can link the back with the front and finish it; I'm more inclined to small works at the moment, but I can't find the wirecutters of an appropriate size for 20-gauge, 4mm rings. I keep making arani with beads instead of chain, because I can't cut rings without those wirecutters.
Well, I could draw something, since practicing seems to be the last thing I am currently suited for. I haven't advanced any of my sketchbooks far enough to designate one as the Next Main Sketchbook to carry around, yet. Or I could call the software companies of my uncooperative copies of Sibelius and Photoshop, and rejoice in the return of my fully functional computer. I have a wacom, so why don't I use it? Because I hate the telephone. Hm. Manual art it is.