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blasts from the past
Sep. 13th, 2008 02:41 pmI have a handful of unanswered emails and LJ comment notifications that just sit, persistently, in my inbox. They're all feedback for Missing Persons, and they're all lovely, and every time I open one of them with the firm intention of replying to it, I'm totally overwhelmed and just have to leave it there a bit longer. So if anybody's reading this who'd been starting to think I'm a jerk who doesn't answer feedback--well, yes. But not because I don't mean to.
I'm at work on Saturday. I'm the only grownup here, which is weird.
I packed myself a lunch, optimizing the ability to eat it quickly and, if necessary, at a public desk, without spilling anything on myself. My lunch therefore consisted of: peanut butter and jelly sandwich, raisins, and goldfish crackers.
This is not helping my cognitive dissonance about the grownup thing.
It occurred to me today that the availability of electronic media might be one of a limited number of places where things actually reliably trickle down from the people who can afford the best to the people who have to wait for the magical internet fairies to sweep some crumbs their way.
Which is to say, all of Man from UNCLE is out on DVD now, and before coming to work this morning I watched the first act of "The Vulcan Affair" for the first time. It's been years since I watched any MFU, and as I watched Napoleon's first scene I found myself thinking He's got the gun out, aww, Napoleon, scared of loud noises--actually, you know, I bet we all exaggerate that, he probably doesn't--and then he fired three or four times in a row, squinting and flinching as he did so.
♥
I'm at work on Saturday. I'm the only grownup here, which is weird.
I packed myself a lunch, optimizing the ability to eat it quickly and, if necessary, at a public desk, without spilling anything on myself. My lunch therefore consisted of: peanut butter and jelly sandwich, raisins, and goldfish crackers.
This is not helping my cognitive dissonance about the grownup thing.
It occurred to me today that the availability of electronic media might be one of a limited number of places where things actually reliably trickle down from the people who can afford the best to the people who have to wait for the magical internet fairies to sweep some crumbs their way.
Which is to say, all of Man from UNCLE is out on DVD now, and before coming to work this morning I watched the first act of "The Vulcan Affair" for the first time. It's been years since I watched any MFU, and as I watched Napoleon's first scene I found myself thinking He's got the gun out, aww, Napoleon, scared of loud noises--actually, you know, I bet we all exaggerate that, he probably doesn't--and then he fired three or four times in a row, squinting and flinching as he did so.
♥