General Monday Musings
The principal admitted to me today that he doesn't know how to operate the coffee maker. In addition to amusing me, this explains why he so often has a wistful smoke near the machine and perks up when I come in and exercise my grounds-fu.
In other news, the Dark Side won yesterday. I took a five-hour lunch break, leaving myself only a couple hours to pick at my cleaning tasks before dinner. It's not all my fault, really. Episode Seven of Firefly finished downloading while I was eating, see, which meant that I could finally finish the series. And on that note...
Whoever canceled this show is an absolute bastard. The Shepherd never even got an episode! And the Reavers! And all those plot threads! And finally, finally we got a series in which explosions in space are properly silent, and now it's gone. The foaming rage of Firefly fans everywhere is now mine. Only italics can convey my feelings.
So of course I couldn't get anything done after dinner, right? I played more Zelda and spectacularly failed to figure out how to damage the final form of the last boss (poetic justice, perhaps, after I'd been thinking the game was a bit too easy). Then I spent my daily adventure credits at Kingdom of Loathing, then whimpered unhappily at my Recycling Bin (I've been deleting episodes as I watch, both to conserve space on my hard drive and to force myself to buy the DVDs and thereby show my love in a cashtastic way), then started to arrange my bookshelf before realizing that this would only end with my sitting cross-legged on the floor and reading through the goods.
Mmm, Dark Side.
On a side note, the first Monday at Oma after a week at Okoppe? Is murder. Or at least conducive to murder. When you find yourself trying to calculate how many adolescent bodies would fit in the trash pick-up hut, you're not having a good day. Especially if you're doing this during first period.
I also found a note on my desk from the main JTE, telling me that my supervisor requests the return of a couple photocopied pages she gave me back in... January? December? The note calls them "public documents," which is curious considering that one was a memo to me from the JET program about the pension system and the other was a JET fax (also to me) about the conference for returning ALTs, which I elected not to attend (my contracting organization was going to make me pay for it out of pocket). I just don't know anymore, folks. And I think I threw them both out last month when I was culling my papers, since they were no longer, you know, relevant. In no way do I feel guilty for this.
To end this post on a happier note, I watched the original Firefly pilot tonight, and it was so good that I am at a total loss to understand why the network didn't want to air it. I mean, bwuh. Just bwuh. My reading indicates that they wanted something more "action-packed," the opening battle scene and multiple gun fights apparently not being enough. I really don't know anymore. I'll just be over waiting impatiently for the movie.
In other news, the Dark Side won yesterday. I took a five-hour lunch break, leaving myself only a couple hours to pick at my cleaning tasks before dinner. It's not all my fault, really. Episode Seven of Firefly finished downloading while I was eating, see, which meant that I could finally finish the series. And on that note...
Whoever canceled this show is an absolute bastard. The Shepherd never even got an episode! And the Reavers! And all those plot threads! And finally, finally we got a series in which explosions in space are properly silent, and now it's gone. The foaming rage of Firefly fans everywhere is now mine. Only italics can convey my feelings.
So of course I couldn't get anything done after dinner, right? I played more Zelda and spectacularly failed to figure out how to damage the final form of the last boss (poetic justice, perhaps, after I'd been thinking the game was a bit too easy). Then I spent my daily adventure credits at Kingdom of Loathing, then whimpered unhappily at my Recycling Bin (I've been deleting episodes as I watch, both to conserve space on my hard drive and to force myself to buy the DVDs and thereby show my love in a cashtastic way), then started to arrange my bookshelf before realizing that this would only end with my sitting cross-legged on the floor and reading through the goods.
Mmm, Dark Side.
On a side note, the first Monday at Oma after a week at Okoppe? Is murder. Or at least conducive to murder. When you find yourself trying to calculate how many adolescent bodies would fit in the trash pick-up hut, you're not having a good day. Especially if you're doing this during first period.
I also found a note on my desk from the main JTE, telling me that my supervisor requests the return of a couple photocopied pages she gave me back in... January? December? The note calls them "public documents," which is curious considering that one was a memo to me from the JET program about the pension system and the other was a JET fax (also to me) about the conference for returning ALTs, which I elected not to attend (my contracting organization was going to make me pay for it out of pocket). I just don't know anymore, folks. And I think I threw them both out last month when I was culling my papers, since they were no longer, you know, relevant. In no way do I feel guilty for this.
To end this post on a happier note, I watched the original Firefly pilot tonight, and it was so good that I am at a total loss to understand why the network didn't want to air it. I mean, bwuh. Just bwuh. My reading indicates that they wanted something more "action-packed," the opening battle scene and multiple gun fights apparently not being enough. I really don't know anymore. I'll just be over waiting impatiently for the movie.