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Me? Uh... Well it appears so. Friday in fact, while having dinner and drinks with a friend I apparently miscalculated the intake:time ratio and got myself completely and totally hammered. I don't even want to talk about the results by the time I got home... Other than that it was at least a couple of hours before I could go to bed due to such idiocy. I thought that I learned a couple of decades ago, exactly how much I could drink and at what pace. I'm of the opinion that what happened was a miscalculation of the time differential, as I'm pretty sure I was home by about midnight, and that would mean that I drank quite a bit in only 3 hours where I thought that more time had passed... so even the two large glasses of water I drank while drinking didn't save me this time, and of course by the time I got home there would be no more drinking of water for a while. >_< So I spent yesterday drinking as much water as I could and still feeling drunk most of the day. hahaha... what a sad picture. I had plans too... and really was trying to get there, but as each 'goal to leave the house' time came and went, I realized at about 6 that it just wasn't going to happen, and settled for driving a couple blocks to get something to eat instead. (being as I was too lazy to cook anything else, and was tired of eggs and kielbaso.)
Goddess knows what has happened to Daniel in our game, because I was not there to keep him out of trouble... Of course, the plan for him was to that he would circulate amongst the crowd at a festival, pretend to get rip roaring and snorting drunk in celebration of his 'recent marriage' to Mara, and hopefully hear a few things that a sober man might not hear so easily. Maybe he found his tolerance somehow less than he normally expected.
Now today, I feel normal, except that I ache all over as if I have partaken in some extremely vigorous exercise that I was not used to.
I spent about 4 hours watching a Kurosawa film--Seven Samurai--and not particularly liking it. Perhaps part of it was that the quality of the rip was fairly poor. I had seen it before too. I had forgotten what a freaking nutjob Kikuchiyo was! And now having been spoiled by the beautiful artwork of the animé--Samurai 7--I found myself also disappointed in Katsushiro. Given that in 15th century Japan, a samurai was considered a man at 15, the man chosen to play him seemed entirely too old for the part. It was hard to take the other samurai seriously when they called him a boy, when it was obvious that he was at least 20. Funny thing that I would think a slender green haired green eyed boy drawn in an art style that is... well it's not typical of animé... I don't know how to explain it other than that the curves are very simplified, and everyone seems to have very tiny feet. But I like it. maybe because it's different.
Anyway, there's my weekend for you. Oh that and feeding my latest Animé addiction. Now that I've watched all 26 episodes of Samurai 7, I'm working my way through Fullmetal Alchemist... and just started on Basilisk. I have a feeling that this is what I'll be doing the rest of the year. Seems like I just can't concentrate on writing this year at all.
Goddess knows what has happened to Daniel in our game, because I was not there to keep him out of trouble... Of course, the plan for him was to that he would circulate amongst the crowd at a festival, pretend to get rip roaring and snorting drunk in celebration of his 'recent marriage' to Mara, and hopefully hear a few things that a sober man might not hear so easily. Maybe he found his tolerance somehow less than he normally expected.
Now today, I feel normal, except that I ache all over as if I have partaken in some extremely vigorous exercise that I was not used to.
I spent about 4 hours watching a Kurosawa film--Seven Samurai--and not particularly liking it. Perhaps part of it was that the quality of the rip was fairly poor. I had seen it before too. I had forgotten what a freaking nutjob Kikuchiyo was! And now having been spoiled by the beautiful artwork of the animé--Samurai 7--I found myself also disappointed in Katsushiro. Given that in 15th century Japan, a samurai was considered a man at 15, the man chosen to play him seemed entirely too old for the part. It was hard to take the other samurai seriously when they called him a boy, when it was obvious that he was at least 20. Funny thing that I would think a slender green haired green eyed boy drawn in an art style that is... well it's not typical of animé... I don't know how to explain it other than that the curves are very simplified, and everyone seems to have very tiny feet. But I like it. maybe because it's different.
Anyway, there's my weekend for you. Oh that and feeding my latest Animé addiction. Now that I've watched all 26 episodes of Samurai 7, I'm working my way through Fullmetal Alchemist... and just started on Basilisk. I have a feeling that this is what I'll be doing the rest of the year. Seems like I just can't concentrate on writing this year at all.
