"Yume kara samete mo / kono te wo nobasu yo"

So, I've been absent from LiveJournal posting for a bit now. Of course, those of you who've been on board for a while probably didn't notice, as it hasn't been a month yet. I haven't gotten to write anything since Thursday, which is just odd.

I learned "speak" in Old English tonight, which brings me one step closer to saying "I speak a little Anglo-Saxon." I collect, it seems, "I speak a little..." in different languages, it seems. It's actually "spræc," which is quite similar to "sprech" in German. "Ic spræc, er, uh, Seaxe?" That's actually Saxon people, but you know, I'll figure it out.

I hope to write tomorrow, along with whatever work I'm given and the reading for next week's Old English class. I'm still a week ahead in creative writing, so no worries there. I do need to print things, though.

I spend much of last week watching xxxHolic, if you have an interest. It's fun. I know a lot of fans of the manga hate the show, and it's not as good, certainly. It does, however, dramatize certain things better than the manga does. For instance, it's more noticable that Dômeki watches, relies even, on Watanuki. Also, Himawari seems rather more sinister; Yûko warns Watanuki about her a lot in both formats, actually, but I never noticed until now.

I'm starting this week trying to catch up on .hack//ROOTS, actually. I have some awful subs, from Lu-Perry, and two from someone that are in crap formats, so I have to re-download stuff. I'll probably finish the third game (I'm actually done, I just need to watch the DVD, check out the two extra dungeons, and level up as I like, before moving on) pretty soon.

However, today I started Hitman: Contracts, and it's fantastic. I'll tell you, pulling a meat hook from its hiding place in a chicken and killing a super-fat, Scottish crime lord with it is a feeling unparalleled in most quarters.

You know, I still haven't seen House of Flying Daggers? And I really wanna. If you cringe, or whatever, and feel the urge to respond with "No!" don't bother. I'll enjoy it, like I enjoyed those people's other movies, adn that'll be that. ^_^ Plus, an archer.

I realize this is pretty much a boring, "what's Greg up to?" post, but I have little else to talk about just now. I did have to deal with stupid party-people next door last night/this morning, and the cops showed up -- I heard, through my paper wall, something about marijuana several times, so that might not have worked out so well for the jackasses.

Yup. Full Metal Alchemist is still as lame as I remember. Though the soul-eating magic angle Sam told me about remains interesting. Not enough, I'm afraid. I'll just watch Slayers or Sorcerer Hunters.

So, Robin Hobb is going to be in Joseph Beth this Saturday. I feel I should go, as I figure I should make an effort, you know, since I can't get to conventions. I've also heard her writing is very good, and certainly books like The Assassin's Apprentice sound tailor-made for me. The problem is, of course, that to do anything save check out the Q&A, I'll have to buy a hardcover book at full price. I just have enough money, but I thought I might like food. I'll get more on Friday, but I dunno how many tickets they'll be through by that time. Anyone interested in going? If anyone comes with me/meets me, I could suck it up and wait through crowds -- though authors tend to get tired near the end, there.

So...

Uh...

Lawrence Fishburne played a very purple-clad cowboy, with a horrible fake accent, on Pee-Wee's Playhouse.

My world, she is turvy.