I have an uncanny knack for finding and getting close to people who don't give a shit about me in the long run. Happened before, happens to me every few years. (Remember Terra? I sadly do.) Or maybe I just don't have the knack to make men do everything I want them to.
Truth be told - I don't invest this much into anybody. Which is a damned shame, because this is what I must be doing wrong. If not, I'm out of ideas.
In either case I'm feeling a tad bit miffed, so I'm gonna undertake some new creative pursuits. I've never tried nuno felting for example, and by the price of the finished projects it might be a good idea to make it yourself.
So on monday I'm gonna hit the shops and ask about some chiffon and buy some special felt as well. And I will cherish the friends who still care about me.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Ummm... hi! I have nothing to say, really. How boring is that?
I blame Facebook and Goodreads. I read a lot these days. The Adrien English Mysteries is a hit for me. The first one was horridly cliché, but the second one... was much, much better.
Also, if someone knows by any chance the title of that fanfic with Garak and Bashir in the Mirror universe where Q shows the near future and Garak takes Bashir away from DS9 to some other planet to save his life...
I thought I had saved it, but no! I can't find it godsdamnit!
Oh yeah... now that I'm actually writing... Alas, I'm handling a translation. From English. I hate it. Why can't I get normal translation jobs? (Because normal jobs are grabbed up by everybody else and by the time someone, anyone thinks of asking me it's usually the shitties, most disgustingly sucky stuff that gets stuck in my hands.) It's some fluffed up sales bullshit with lots of shiny words and no substance. I am struggling and suffering - and I won't even be paid for these 3 pages! This is just the test run. I am... not sure this is worth it. Actually... I'll go ask how much they'd be paying me.
And yay, if I refuse, my dad will bitch at me because I "obviously don't want to work". As if I would love to translate phrases like "ships with broad product capabilities" and "proven real world performance with marquee clients across industries". Yep, just what I wanna do with my evenings.
I blame Facebook and Goodreads. I read a lot these days. The Adrien English Mysteries is a hit for me. The first one was horridly cliché, but the second one... was much, much better.
Also, if someone knows by any chance the title of that fanfic with Garak and Bashir in the Mirror universe where Q shows the near future and Garak takes Bashir away from DS9 to some other planet to save his life...
I thought I had saved it, but no! I can't find it godsdamnit!
Oh yeah... now that I'm actually writing... Alas, I'm handling a translation. From English. I hate it. Why can't I get normal translation jobs? (Because normal jobs are grabbed up by everybody else and by the time someone, anyone thinks of asking me it's usually the shitties, most disgustingly sucky stuff that gets stuck in my hands.) It's some fluffed up sales bullshit with lots of shiny words and no substance. I am struggling and suffering - and I won't even be paid for these 3 pages! This is just the test run. I am... not sure this is worth it. Actually... I'll go ask how much they'd be paying me.
And yay, if I refuse, my dad will bitch at me because I "obviously don't want to work". As if I would love to translate phrases like "ships with broad product capabilities" and "proven real world performance with marquee clients across industries". Yep, just what I wanna do with my evenings.
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