I take no sides in the gyroball debate
Sep. 13th, 2011 11:11 pmSpent some time hacking at plants today: the borage didn't really make it through the tropical storm, and I let it limp along for a bit, but it was clearly not coming back. So I pulled it up and transplanted some marigold seedlings, which were overruning their pot, and cut back some of the more spindly sprawl of the lesser tomato plant. The unidentified pea/bean remains inedible but has turned a beautiful shade of pink.
I spend something like four hours a day now captioning baseball or teaching other people to caption baseball, and my familiarity with the game and its announcers is now sufficient to understand inside jokes. I am able to take pleasure in the jargon instead of saying "what? Is that a proper name?" And baseball is old enough and cliquish enough to hold vast landscapes of nicknames, outdated cultural references, pidgin, and alternate grammars. I found a wonderful baseball terminology glossary on Wikipedia today while looking up the preferred spelling of "get off the schneid," and as the person who compiled all the slang database links for Reflection's Edge, I am filled with a very pure joy.
Max in town, and doing notably better than conversations with Rex and Scarlett led me to believe he was doing. Which could mean he's putting a good face on things, or could mean depressive people tend to worry. In any case, for the time being, he seems happy and capable, and he has resources if he needs them. It's nice to see him.
Meanwhile, the weather has turned warm and beautiful, and consequently my forehead is breaking out intolerably. I am bearing up bravely through the application of makeup and reclusiveness. This is yet another reason I should not be given a military command. It's not just that I would launch capricious strikes.
SOLDIER: Madam General, they are attacking us! What should we do!
ROMIE: Can't you see that my hair is hideous and the shirt I want to wear is in the laundry? Also, I am really involved in reading this book. Maybe we can retreat tomorrow.
I spend something like four hours a day now captioning baseball or teaching other people to caption baseball, and my familiarity with the game and its announcers is now sufficient to understand inside jokes. I am able to take pleasure in the jargon instead of saying "what? Is that a proper name?" And baseball is old enough and cliquish enough to hold vast landscapes of nicknames, outdated cultural references, pidgin, and alternate grammars. I found a wonderful baseball terminology glossary on Wikipedia today while looking up the preferred spelling of "get off the schneid," and as the person who compiled all the slang database links for Reflection's Edge, I am filled with a very pure joy.
Max in town, and doing notably better than conversations with Rex and Scarlett led me to believe he was doing. Which could mean he's putting a good face on things, or could mean depressive people tend to worry. In any case, for the time being, he seems happy and capable, and he has resources if he needs them. It's nice to see him.
Meanwhile, the weather has turned warm and beautiful, and consequently my forehead is breaking out intolerably. I am bearing up bravely through the application of makeup and reclusiveness. This is yet another reason I should not be given a military command. It's not just that I would launch capricious strikes.
SOLDIER: Madam General, they are attacking us! What should we do!
ROMIE: Can't you see that my hair is hideous and the shirt I want to wear is in the laundry? Also, I am really involved in reading this book. Maybe we can retreat tomorrow.
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Date: 2011-09-14 09:44 pm (UTC)Pinch off tomato blossoms starting about now to make the plant put its energy into ripening the fruit that's set, if you have set fruits on there.
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Date: 2011-09-14 10:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-09-15 08:58 am (UTC)Heh. Stupid neurons.
What are you reading.
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Date: 2011-09-15 05:28 pm (UTC)