Veoh and stuff that happened yesterday
Oct. 5th, 2007 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soc_puppetFinally got VeohTV to work consistently for me on just two computers, huzzah! Which means I now have the first six episodes of TTGL downloaded, and have watched the first five as of yesterday.
...Another awesome thing about Veoh is that this guy has practically all of TTGL uploaded (minus the first two episodes), and they're in WMV format. (Be careful downloading from him, he's got episode summaries up and I just stumbled over a spoiler.) Which doesn't mean they're particularly high quality, but does make them (on average) under 100 MB, and thus uploadable to MediaFire, which I find vastly preferable to MU. *may or may not have started uploading episodes* (The only exception thus far seems to be episode four, which I could probably gut for "relevant character introductions" and then leave the rest by the wayside anyway. They blew all their animation budget on the first three episodes, didn't they.)
Interesting stuff that I did not actually post about yet happened yesterday. I wrote a post on the way to school (carpool, yays), but never got around to, uh, posting it. So without further ado, I'll post it now ¦D Please note that all tenses refer to yesterday as "today" (etc), as that was when it was written.
My mom took me out for pastry this morning. The shop we went to was run by someone pretty clever; it had a help wanted sign that asked for people who wanted to "make a little dough" and the tip jar by the register was labeled "For counter intelligence." Predictably, I loved it.
They also had some art there Mom wanted me to see: a series of paintings by one of the custodial workers at the library. The painter told my mom to support me in my art, but to make sure I had another job on the side - and not a janitorial job XD (The painter donates all of her art proceeds to charity because she was dependent on the food bank when she first came to town; she apparently felt very fulfilled when she was finally able to "give something back".)
Followed up the coffee shop visit by sitting outside and waiting for my ride to arrive while munching on a large, flat-ish cinnamon roll (ILU, Mom!). During my sit there, I was, er, accosted by a youngish vitriolic man who claimed, if I pieced his story together correctly, to be one of ten children of someone who was a bigshot politician for us during the Vietnam War, though damned if I remember what his job was (which was basically all the information regarding names I got from him). I gave him a piece of my cinnamon roll because he said he was diabetic and looked like he was shaking a little (low blood sugar?).
He went on to spout poison about his (Iowa-born) father, the city where I was born and raised in general, seven of his nine siblings (of his family, he said, only he, his stained-glass-artist brother (who is apparently fairly well known and who gives away his art rather than selling it and, you know, being able to eat occasionally), and one of his sisters (didn't catch anything about her), his mother (whose cancer was coming back and who he had mixed feelings about, because he actually hated her but she gave his starving artist brother a place to live and food to eat) and his father (I think he was the one the guy said was dying of alcoholism?). I sat and listened politely, nodding in all the right places and everything, as he went on about these things and how terrible the people he knew were and how everyone in my hometown is a jerk (which only made me more determined to be polite to him).
Managed to "escape" a little after eight when Nina pointed out that Chris had arrived. Have no idea whether the guy was actually being truthful, but he seemed like he needed to vent, if nothing else. Hope it made his life a little better, at any rate, though I'll probably never see him again. Still, someone takes up that much of your time and attention and doesn't even bother to introduce himself properly, it'll probably catch on your mind.
And I have no idea why I remembered all of that.
In other news, going to visit![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
candy__chan tomorrow, yay! And gonna miss the Suzanne Vega concert tonight probably, oh well. I guess I'll just have to watch the new episode of Avatar instead. What a tragedy.
Must start a capella band and cover anime openings...
...Another awesome thing about Veoh is that this guy has practically all of TTGL uploaded (minus the first two episodes), and they're in WMV format. (Be careful downloading from him, he's got episode summaries up and I just stumbled over a spoiler.) Which doesn't mean they're particularly high quality, but does make them (on average) under 100 MB, and thus uploadable to MediaFire, which I find vastly preferable to MU. *may or may not have started uploading episodes* (The only exception thus far seems to be episode four, which I could probably gut for "relevant character introductions" and then leave the rest by the wayside anyway. They blew all their animation budget on the first three episodes, didn't they.)
Interesting stuff that I did not actually post about yet happened yesterday. I wrote a post on the way to school (carpool, yays), but never got around to, uh, posting it. So without further ado, I'll post it now ¦D Please note that all tenses refer to yesterday as "today" (etc), as that was when it was written.
My mom took me out for pastry this morning. The shop we went to was run by someone pretty clever; it had a help wanted sign that asked for people who wanted to "make a little dough" and the tip jar by the register was labeled "For counter intelligence." Predictably, I loved it.
They also had some art there Mom wanted me to see: a series of paintings by one of the custodial workers at the library. The painter told my mom to support me in my art, but to make sure I had another job on the side - and not a janitorial job XD (The painter donates all of her art proceeds to charity because she was dependent on the food bank when she first came to town; she apparently felt very fulfilled when she was finally able to "give something back".)
Followed up the coffee shop visit by sitting outside and waiting for my ride to arrive while munching on a large, flat-ish cinnamon roll (ILU, Mom!). During my sit there, I was, er, accosted by a youngish vitriolic man who claimed, if I pieced his story together correctly, to be one of ten children of someone who was a bigshot politician for us during the Vietnam War, though damned if I remember what his job was (which was basically all the information regarding names I got from him). I gave him a piece of my cinnamon roll because he said he was diabetic and looked like he was shaking a little (low blood sugar?).
He went on to spout poison about his (Iowa-born) father, the city where I was born and raised in general, seven of his nine siblings (of his family, he said, only he, his stained-glass-artist brother (who is apparently fairly well known and who gives away his art rather than selling it and, you know, being able to eat occasionally), and one of his sisters (didn't catch anything about her), his mother (whose cancer was coming back and who he had mixed feelings about, because he actually hated her but she gave his starving artist brother a place to live and food to eat) and his father (I think he was the one the guy said was dying of alcoholism?). I sat and listened politely, nodding in all the right places and everything, as he went on about these things and how terrible the people he knew were and how everyone in my hometown is a jerk (which only made me more determined to be polite to him).
Managed to "escape" a little after eight when Nina pointed out that Chris had arrived. Have no idea whether the guy was actually being truthful, but he seemed like he needed to vent, if nothing else. Hope it made his life a little better, at any rate, though I'll probably never see him again. Still, someone takes up that much of your time and attention and doesn't even bother to introduce himself properly, it'll probably catch on your mind.
And I have no idea why I remembered all of that.
In other news, going to visit
candy__chan tomorrow, yay! And gonna miss the Suzanne Vega concert tonight probably, oh well. I guess I'll just have to watch the new episode of Avatar instead. Must start a capella band and cover anime openings...
