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Sep. 16th, 2007 08:55 pmToday was a highly enjoyable waste of time, in which I identified a few things I brought with me that are going to make me very happy for my duration in Vienna. One of them is certainly my external hard drive, chock full of Batman cartoons and comic books. It makes me a happy girl.
This weekend has been kind of a low point for the German- I honestly did not speak really much at all, aside from an hour or two last night with Ana and Colleen and Ana's assigned buddy. Oh, well. Life goes on.
I'd neglected to wash out my nose piercing with saline solution for the past few days, partially out of laziness, partially out of hatred for the cheap hard Q-tips I brought with me, and partially out of a devilish desire to see what would happen. (The guys giving me the post-piercing care lecture were so conservative in their healing time estimates as to be absurd- three months for a nose piercing seems to be at the far edge of everyone else's estimate, but it was the *least* amount of time for them.) Anyhoo, my lack of diligence was rewarded today with a lovely pus-filled sore at the base of the piercing. After being drained and treated, everything is looking fine again, but I'm going to go back to religiously cleaning the piercing to keep it that way.
Also, Batman cartoons are wonderful and awesome. Not the new ones, those are actually rather disappointing, but one that ran from 1992 through '95. Rewatching some of the episodes, I see so much more beautiful craftiness and creativity on the part of the creators and actors- I was completely blind to anything but the story as a kid. Upon reflection, however, this is a really great version of Batman to be introduced to- classic and beautiful and dark without being bitter and hopeless. It really shaped how I think about Batman, and especially the Joker and Harley Quinn. Much as I like Heath Leger, he's never going to be able to measure up to what I think of Mark Hamill's Joker.
This weekend has been kind of a low point for the German- I honestly did not speak really much at all, aside from an hour or two last night with Ana and Colleen and Ana's assigned buddy. Oh, well. Life goes on.
I'd neglected to wash out my nose piercing with saline solution for the past few days, partially out of laziness, partially out of hatred for the cheap hard Q-tips I brought with me, and partially out of a devilish desire to see what would happen. (The guys giving me the post-piercing care lecture were so conservative in their healing time estimates as to be absurd- three months for a nose piercing seems to be at the far edge of everyone else's estimate, but it was the *least* amount of time for them.) Anyhoo, my lack of diligence was rewarded today with a lovely pus-filled sore at the base of the piercing. After being drained and treated, everything is looking fine again, but I'm going to go back to religiously cleaning the piercing to keep it that way.
Also, Batman cartoons are wonderful and awesome. Not the new ones, those are actually rather disappointing, but one that ran from 1992 through '95. Rewatching some of the episodes, I see so much more beautiful craftiness and creativity on the part of the creators and actors- I was completely blind to anything but the story as a kid. Upon reflection, however, this is a really great version of Batman to be introduced to- classic and beautiful and dark without being bitter and hopeless. It really shaped how I think about Batman, and especially the Joker and Harley Quinn. Much as I like Heath Leger, he's never going to be able to measure up to what I think of Mark Hamill's Joker.
