Two day Update
Jun. 17th, 2005 06:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrixrefugeeYESTERDAY -- I went to the Lowell library, looking to see if they had any job openings; maybe I should have read the hand writing on the wall (or the floor) when I went to City Hall to check their job listings in their Human Resources department, and I tripped on the last step of an otherwise lovely 1860 staircase, falling on my hands and knees, with my left ankle bent under me at a wierd angle. The ankle is fine, other than it aches a little now, and it was aching like hell when I went to bed a three a.m. following an "A.I." extended universe RP chat session with Ruby, as well as typing up most of my latest DegSep ficlet.
But, some good happened: I burned some songfiles Puck and ladynyks had emailed me onto CD, and I checked Don Davis's website, to find that he had it updated recently: he's got four cuts from the soundtrack for the MxO on there now, so of course I downloaded/burned those as well. It's good stuff, not quite as good as the movie soundtracks (hey, it's computer game music), but it still has that electro-symphonic sound he created for the series. "Zion Ion" is now my favorite Don Davis cut; Laurie, I'm gonna include that on the DegSep soundtrack supplement I'm working on (once I get the new comp, which I'm going to have a CD burner installed on).
TODAY -- The twisted ankle is improving, but my temper has gotten frayed by one of the damn teenagers at work.
Listen, babygirl. I have had it with your attitude. If you think Lereaux the Frenchman is mean, you should try working for Kevin "the Agent Smith Clone" Fesole, the meanest manager alive. I guarantee you'd rather eat sewing needles than work for him: he's cold. He's tough. And he doesn't take any shit from no niminy-piminy teenaged girls. He can unsettle you just by looking at you, he's that tough.
And while it was my fault for telling you what my plans for the night were after you asked me, that didn't give you the right to groan at the fact that I like sci-fi movies. Lesson #1: *NEVER* reccommend a chick flick to a geek girl who calls herself 'the Matrix Refugee', and who *destests* chick flicks, but is polite enough to respect the tastes of others, even when other people sneer at her tastes. Welcome to the Real World.
Kthanxdi,
MR
Ahhh... that felt better.
But, some good happened: I burned some songfiles Puck and ladynyks had emailed me onto CD, and I checked Don Davis's website, to find that he had it updated recently: he's got four cuts from the soundtrack for the MxO on there now, so of course I downloaded/burned those as well. It's good stuff, not quite as good as the movie soundtracks (hey, it's computer game music), but it still has that electro-symphonic sound he created for the series. "Zion Ion" is now my favorite Don Davis cut; Laurie, I'm gonna include that on the DegSep soundtrack supplement I'm working on (once I get the new comp, which I'm going to have a CD burner installed on).
TODAY -- The twisted ankle is improving, but my temper has gotten frayed by one of the damn teenagers at work.
Listen, babygirl. I have had it with your attitude. If you think Lereaux the Frenchman is mean, you should try working for Kevin "the Agent Smith Clone" Fesole, the meanest manager alive. I guarantee you'd rather eat sewing needles than work for him: he's cold. He's tough. And he doesn't take any shit from no niminy-piminy teenaged girls. He can unsettle you just by looking at you, he's that tough.
And while it was my fault for telling you what my plans for the night were after you asked me, that didn't give you the right to groan at the fact that I like sci-fi movies. Lesson #1: *NEVER* reccommend a chick flick to a geek girl who calls herself 'the Matrix Refugee', and who *destests* chick flicks, but is polite enough to respect the tastes of others, even when other people sneer at her tastes. Welcome to the Real World.
Kthanxdi,
MR
Ahhh... that felt better.
