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dev_chieftain) wrote2012-02-25 12:01 am
dev_chieftain) wrote2012-02-25 12:01 am
It's dark, dark in the daytime. People can sleep in the daytime. If they want to! If they want to!
Jenn is here! My cute darling Jenn, who is twice or three times as adorable as last time I saw her. HUGS. Lingering hugs. Possessive hugs. I am a bad woman, just so you know. And very greedy.
I worked just short of twelve hours today and we still weren't quite able to finish what we were doing, which was not only exhausting but depressing. Following that, I finally got to come home to my lovely harem (I'm just going to pretend while Jenn is here, so shut up already) and hug everyone and we went to Denny's for dinner because it was already eight by then, maybe later. So dark! But food was good, and then Danny drew comics of Gwenn and I showed Jenn Fistful of Dollars 'cause she'd never seen it before. We had a good laugh about the paint-for-blood, and how southern Spain in no way looks like the southwest US-- except when it does. Like the total Eastwood nerd I am I rambled on throughout the movie about all the neat little things I think are cool about it, like the actors all being of different nationalities, or how in the second movie this guy plays the villain who has opium dreams, or how that poncho is what ties it all together. We also agreed that Clint Eastwood is a serious badass. And maybe that he's very attractive on account of it.
Sometime after commenting on his very long legs, I noted sadly, "But sometimes I remember that he looks a lot like my dad, and unfortunately then he just looks like my dad." Even still, though, imagining your dad being a supercool gunslinger isn't all bad.
I think the best was the Rojo brother Esteban, whose dub actor has a hideous cackle that features prominently in scenes where the gangsters are beating up old men. Jenn dubbed him Sergeant Gigglefits, and we bid him adieu without regret when he finally got what was coming to him.
After that I supplied blankets and a makeshift pillow, since I forgot we don't have an extra to offer guests (we're both one-pillow people, I guess), in the form of an ultra-soft penguin plushie Dustin once got me for Christmas. Jenn made the most hilarious face, all cuddled up in my blanket with the penguin, and I fell over laughing.
It is good.
I worked just short of twelve hours today and we still weren't quite able to finish what we were doing, which was not only exhausting but depressing. Following that, I finally got to come home to my lovely harem (I'm just going to pretend while Jenn is here, so shut up already) and hug everyone and we went to Denny's for dinner because it was already eight by then, maybe later. So dark! But food was good, and then Danny drew comics of Gwenn and I showed Jenn Fistful of Dollars 'cause she'd never seen it before. We had a good laugh about the paint-for-blood, and how southern Spain in no way looks like the southwest US-- except when it does. Like the total Eastwood nerd I am I rambled on throughout the movie about all the neat little things I think are cool about it, like the actors all being of different nationalities, or how in the second movie this guy plays the villain who has opium dreams, or how that poncho is what ties it all together. We also agreed that Clint Eastwood is a serious badass. And maybe that he's very attractive on account of it.
Sometime after commenting on his very long legs, I noted sadly, "But sometimes I remember that he looks a lot like my dad, and unfortunately then he just looks like my dad." Even still, though, imagining your dad being a supercool gunslinger isn't all bad.
I think the best was the Rojo brother Esteban, whose dub actor has a hideous cackle that features prominently in scenes where the gangsters are beating up old men. Jenn dubbed him Sergeant Gigglefits, and we bid him adieu without regret when he finally got what was coming to him.
After that I supplied blankets and a makeshift pillow, since I forgot we don't have an extra to offer guests (we're both one-pillow people, I guess), in the form of an ultra-soft penguin plushie Dustin once got me for Christmas. Jenn made the most hilarious face, all cuddled up in my blanket with the penguin, and I fell over laughing.
It is good.
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