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[helle]

I have Internet in my room! Life is good, though already my productivity has slid riiiight down. Currently translation a scene from the film La Haine, which is fun - How many times do I get to translate dialogue like this into idiomatic English?

T'en a fait, toi? Mais moi non plus, je dis "nique ta mère"; déjà je m'en fous du placard, c'est bon.
Vinz: Shit, you've done community service ? Well I won't any more, I'll them to fuck off, hey already I don't even give a shit if they land me in the slammer.

My grasp of gangster English is not great. Do alienated teenagers even talk about the slammer? UrbanDictionary is being surprisingly unhelpful. A vast improvement, though, on last week's text for translation, which was two sentences of Proust. Two 200-word sentences of Proust, which I completed at 4 in the morning, muttering "Fuck Proust, seriously, why don't you fuck off and die in a fucking fire with a madeleine up your arse Marcel" from time to time. It was fun!

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Good, those are the ones I'm just getting to! Brothers In Arms is the latest I've read (discounting the frame story in my copy of Borders of Infinity). I bought the next four on Amazon last night in a deranged rush, because I am weak. (What I have heard about A Civil Campaign makes me want to read it excessively. I caved and read the scene in which Miles proposes at his disastrous dinner party on the Baen website, because I couldn't resist.)

Yay, new book! I have to admit, I don't love Ivan like I do lots of the other characters, but I may well grow to.

Your ability to recall detail is better than mine! I did think that perhaps the skirts weren't swirly enough to be Vor outfits, but hadn't really seen boleros as maids' wear. I like your take on Ezar. (I fail to see how a bolero would keep one warm, though. The sleeves are so short! Anyway, with the Residence burning down nobody needs extra layers.)

That tumblr is brilliant.