fun with languages and rotting my brain

I just noticed that this Person of Interest DVD, in addition to subtitles in English, French, Chinese, Korean, Spanish, and Portuguese, also has a Portuguese alternate audio track, which seems like a bold choice.

Like many people, I only knew Jim Caviezel as that dude who played Jesus in that thing that I didn't watch. 8 episodes into Person of Interest, I think I still only know him as that dude who played Jesus.

Also realized that, duh, the library probably has Lewis on DVD, because if there's anything that library DVD catalogs around here are full of, it's Masterpiece Theater. So, I will get myself to the library this weekend so that I can see the pilot before diving into rewatching the rest of the episodes.

Why yes, I am watching a lot of TV. Project Runway and Top Chef Masters are back. Caught up on Teen Wolf, considering giving up on Suits because I'm mad at how 3x02 ended, and rewatching this season of NCIS as it reruns over the summer. Do I want to watch any more of Leverage? I think I quit around the end of S2 for reasons I don't remember now, so probably boredom.

In conclusion (not really): http://www.explodingdog.com/title/thisisnottherobotiaskedfor.html

winning is boring*

I think that I am fairly competitive. I enjoy doing things well, and on occasion I specifically enjoy doing things better than other people do them. (I also enjoy teaching people to do things, and encouraging people to get better.)

I like playing volleyball. I enjoy the process of passing, setting, hitting, blocking, and doing it again. You know what's not fun? Watching someone on my team serve aces. Or watching someone on your team serve aces. Over and over again. 15-2 is not fun for me, and it's not fun for at least ten of the twelve people on the court. Every time the ball hits the ground we have to stop play, get set, and start over again before any passing, setting, or hitting happens.

I seriously can't be the only person who feels this way, but I'm perpetually baffled by the people who would rather spend ninety seconds arguing about whether someone's arm grazed the net or whether the ball caught the edge of the line rather than serve it again so that we could, you know, play volleyball.


*watching you miss your serve over and over again, also boring.