Dinner and a meme
Oct. 14th, 2005 09:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flamingswordTuesday we ate at the new sushi place on Beltline in the shopping center with T J Maxx.
Maki Boy is shiny like a new penny. It's great sushi, and it isn't expensive like everywhere else. Also it hasn't got much of a clientele built up yet, so the chef and the staff have a lot of time to chat and basically wait on you like slaves, and could you guys go wait over there while I have a moment of imagining Japanese slaves? Thanks.
It's now six after midnight on Saturday, and I haven't got much accomplished this week. Tuesday I wanted some pampering after a hella busy day including insufficient sleep and five deep tissue massages. Hence the sushi. Wednesday I had the backache from the Nethermost Pits of Malebolgia, which was fun and special in the please-just-kill-me-quickly sort of way. Yesterday I looked at apartments in Irving and started plotting financial juggling for the move. And now I'm going to just ramble for a bit, if you don't mind.
I keep taking the Ankh-Morpork Character test, and it keeps coming out Vimes, no matter how much I bend the honesty of my answers. Meh. I like copper as a color, I do, but why can't I be Vetinari or someone interesting? I don't identify with people like me, and few things aggravate me like the inexplicable. I don't know why, it just never happens. I don't have animosity to people like me, but the similarity engenders no spark of emotion in me. I can realize from a clinical standpoint that I have traits in common with someone, but I get this itchy urge to shrug it off and go looking for people who aren't like me. Rather to say, having similarity to someone causes me to feel recognition, but only having differences causes me to care.
Long live the differences.
Maki Boy is shiny like a new penny. It's great sushi, and it isn't expensive like everywhere else. Also it hasn't got much of a clientele built up yet, so the chef and the staff have a lot of time to chat and basically wait on you like slaves, and could you guys go wait over there while I have a moment of imagining Japanese slaves? Thanks.
It's now six after midnight on Saturday, and I haven't got much accomplished this week. Tuesday I wanted some pampering after a hella busy day including insufficient sleep and five deep tissue massages. Hence the sushi. Wednesday I had the backache from the Nethermost Pits of Malebolgia, which was fun and special in the please-just-kill-me-quickly sort of way. Yesterday I looked at apartments in Irving and started plotting financial juggling for the move. And now I'm going to just ramble for a bit, if you don't mind.
I keep taking the Ankh-Morpork Character test, and it keeps coming out Vimes, no matter how much I bend the honesty of my answers. Meh. I like copper as a color, I do, but why can't I be Vetinari or someone interesting? I don't identify with people like me, and few things aggravate me like the inexplicable. I don't know why, it just never happens. I don't have animosity to people like me, but the similarity engenders no spark of emotion in me. I can realize from a clinical standpoint that I have traits in common with someone, but I get this itchy urge to shrug it off and go looking for people who aren't like me. Rather to say, having similarity to someone causes me to feel recognition, but only having differences causes me to care.
Long live the differences.
Flamingsword in Death Throws the Die |
In this cinematic travesty, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small} flamingsword (Meg Ryan) is a complicated cop with a not even dash of mirth. She needs to interrogate franceschina (Jennifer Aniston) before her former partner, xenoix_13 (Dougray Scott), contacts her. For no apparent reason, she attempts a break-in at a hidden warehouse under false pretenses. Early predictions are that this will be the highest grossing movie of all gross movies. |
Produced by  ianiceboy |