I keep thinking of things I should be doing around the apartment, but I think some slipped extra lethargy into my coffee this morning, and I have the sneaking suspicion that none of them are going to get done.
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
megan, I read the sekrit message. JEALOUS. Also, is new job the one we'd talked about?
Hec, I did not know all that stuff about Moses Gunn. Which, I suppose, is part of the point of the article. I don't know that it's been all that easy for Andre, though. Till the last few years, he'd basically been asked to play, you know, Frank Pembleton as a doctor, Frank Pembleton as a lawyer, in progressively crappier shows..."Men of A Certain Age" is about the first thing I've seen him in that's not that, and significantly was not written for him in mind, but "Treme's" Wendell Pierce. I'm so glad nobody said something douchey in the comments...I love those early episodes, in particular. Fontana is a better writer than a showrunner though...there is part of me that doesn't want to give him credit for how amazing that ep is because he tore the show up so much. But that particular episode is genius, because I always get sucked in like I've never seen it before and wind up thinking Tim is gonna get his man, and I don't mean porn. FYI, after umpteen viewings, I believe the arabber did it.
Oy. I'm rearranging my living room, which involves moving every item of furniture in it, including a piano and a sofa. I'm about 3/4 done, and my energy levels just flatlined. I can see the finish line from here, though. Maybe after a short break.
I cancelled the date I was supposed to have today. I explained about my shoulder and that I can't drive with the drugs I'm on and how loopy I am. His response? Okay. No feel better soon, or anything like that. Just Okay. I don't think I'll be rushing to reschedule this date. Drat it.
I keep thinking of things I should be doing around the apartment, but I think some slipped extra lethargy into my coffee this morning, and I have the sneaking suspicion that none of them are going to get done.
Man, me too.
Damn, I need to find somewhere to watch some of these games.
eta, wait, was that the final? Dammit, I am so out of it.
HOLY SHIT.
Spoilers: WE WON! Exactly the same way as the 1999 China-US game, which was exactly 12 years ago today! WOW.
There have been a bunch of great games in this World Cup, but that was astonishing. Some fantastic playing, marred by a couple of truly lousy referee calls.
Also, is new job the one we'd talked about?
Sadly, no, because that was my total dream job, but this one's pretty darn good. I'll post details tomorrow once I've dropped off my signed offer letter.
I just now talked to the HR person about some final details. I chickened out about asking for more $$ to make up for reduced benefits, but since they had already upped my PTO by 4 days to match my vacation days now, I figured I was being greedy (since this job is at least 35% more $$ and likely 50% with bonuses factored in), even though I feel one should probably always try to negotiate the offer up.
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(If anybody here remembers who is behind this font - it's been such a forever since I've actually posted...)
But even if you don't remember any of me, I believe this would be just as delightful (not that I'm prejudiced or anything, of course):
Again, I apologize that all the captions are in Hebrew - I hardly found the time to upload the pictures (I wanted them uploaded today, because it's his four-months birthday, according to the Hebrew calendar).
Oh, and if anybody has e-mailed me at my profile address - I'm totally not ignoring you! I just don't get to check e-mail as often as I would like (or even way less often than I'd like). If anything is urgent, I check my gmail account more often (especially since it's my work mail).
Hmm, should I post how much I miss you guys? Well, yes, yes, I would, because it doesn't stop being true.
And with that, poof, I'm gone (he still didn't have his bath this evening, for one).