Hello from down the NaNo well!

Nov. 23rd, 2014 05:03 pm
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Hi new people! I'm excited to see my flist all plumped up like a happy chicken.

I'm a bit scarce at the moment as I try desperately to get through NaNo. Still 3K behind! But was 5K behind! NEVER SURRENDER! MORE FLASHBACKS!!

I still wanted to say hi, and welcome, and to point you to a couple of 'about me' posts that may be helpful:

About Me from 2009, and which I should update a little. Now, sadly, we only have two cats, and we no longer live on a street with alpacas. But we do live on a street with PONIES. It's awesome.

Where I Live, from last year's December meme. Still basically current, except on the locavore part, because this year we scored a saffron farm and (this one is awesome) a producer of escargot. There's snails in them thar hills.



Please allow me to offload linkspam before I die of tabs:

iO9's Top 100 Star Trek episodes. I didn't agree with all of them, but I did have a hell of a lot of fun reading through.


From the classier end of Facebook (that would be the fandom end!) 'Ozten': Pride and Prejudice for Australians
ELIZABETH (about Mr Collins): But he DRIVES A FORD and wears SOCKS WITH SANDALS.


I want a comicbook about these women. I want TV about these women: Meet the 4 Women Who Will Join the FDNY This Year. I am all about the competence porn in this article, and also about big strong women being heroes and saving lives.


The Powers trailer, via iO9 - this looks like it's actually going to be good. I am surprised! I wasn't sure what to make of a show coming out of PlayStation, I guess, but the casting for Deena is awesome, and Imdb says there's going to be Eddie Izzard, Michelle Forbes, and Noah Taylor. That is a kick-ass bunch of people.


American Horror Story’s Mat Fraser won’t star in your “inspiration porn” - I found this a really interesting interview, with lots of stuff about representation in media, and the interaction between actors and writers.



I think that's enough procrastination for now. ONWARD TO VICTORY! VICTORY THROUGH FLASHBACKS!
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I am not allowed to blow things with genitals at Purple. Leaves are okay. Leaves don't have genitals. Leafs, as in the hockey players, are right out. At a distance of greater than a quarter-mile, the likelihood of an exact fix is low enough as to render nearly any angle allowable. At a distance of a quarter-mile or nearer, direction again becomes important.

It took us at least five minutes to wind the conversation to a point where I was no longer laughing too hard to drive.

Purple had parked in the other direction, and asked if he could bum a ride back to his car if I'd like him to walk me out. So that's what we did.

I managed to trip on a perfectly flat section of floor in the cafeteria. Purple finds skirts impractical and feels no need to wear them.

"Cousin Purple" is having Thanksgiving with his one friend's family.

The day was transcription, punctuated by someone's network switch going spare and getting its internet taken away. Plus the inevitable fallout from same: the "oh my god I can't reach this tool it's a network problem" and the "holy shit, how do we report an outage" and the "let us contemplate the ways in which our communication between Engineering and IT is fucked" conversation -- it was a bit of a busy day.

I explained in very small words to an IT manager (on behalf of a #VirtualH and #adventuresofstnono compatriot) why the fuck whitelisting email addresses in the tool that blocks email from unfamiliar addresses and furthermore mangles unfamiliar links, will not work for the purposes of having unfamiliar links in logs from strange servers included as text attachments not being fucking mangled by the mangler. Fuck.

Apparently my arguably passive-aggressive means of getting our friend the person incoherently in charge of the helldesk software (3rd tier, I think) to admit that a function went away, is to ask her to explain how such and such a task is accomplished with that set of permissions.

Today was my second time walking an engineer through a really poorly designed form in a way that didn't make the engineer feel stupid, but did hone the rage and hatred of everyone involved. (The first time was Mr. Zune. The 0th time was me vs. the helpdesk.) I am particularly acrimonious about this particular form as this is one of the ones where my usability concerns have been basically brushed off. It's one of the things where using it as it comes naturally is not how it's intended to be used -- if you leave any text in the terrible field before hitting the search icon because your first attempt has failed, the text in the terrible field will invisibly filter the results in the popup. And there is no way to clear the terrible field from the search popup. It makes strong-minded engineers frustrated past their safety-release-valve thresholds, and it makes me incoherent with rage and hatred, and pathetically grateful when the engineers agree just how terrible it is.

It turns out that Dolohov, as he is played in Alternity (the little bits I've seen, as I'm still intermittently catching up with Year 1) makes my inner submissive look thoughtfully around for the kneepads. (Kneeling is good for many purposes, not just the ones that would make Purple look sternly at me and ascertain that I was oriented correctly away. It was only when [personal profile] woggy mentioned a thing that I realized that this would have that implication.)

Purple swears he will remember the Catching Fire disc tomorrow.

Fishie is the perfect child because she loves the jellybeans I hate.

The guy who isn't usually at the burrito station cannot wrap a burrito properly. Jokes about his popularity amongst stoners ensued.

NaNo: not going so great (haven't really had the energy). I'm feeling OK about it.

First, you take the spray tan...

Nov. 20th, 2014 03:12 am
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Sleep: there was something large and mechanical doing something noisy and mechanical to the lawn or something. It started up around 8. I spent too long awake, so I reset my alarms. Consequently I was later in to work than I planned. It was work's observation of Thanksgiving at lunch. Purple's team opted to go together, and early. I went in apparently just after he had gone out, based on the timestamps. The turkey and gravy and such were tasty enough.

Hooray transcription.

Partway through the afternoon I headed for the bathroom and then sort of jumped back while apologizing, because the door didn't swing freely and I was afraid there was someone on the other side, and it was making a terrible noise. Then I realized that no, it was just making a terrible noise because it was broken. So I filed a ticket; the phrase "flatulent elephant seal" was employed. I linked it in #cupcake for Mr. Zune's delectation. radius inquired whether Alaska was particularly well-equipped with flatulent elephant seals. If it is, it's not my parts of it. I then made a very ill-advised but informative trip to YouTube.



I was not incorrect.

I fetched dinner from the cafeteria at the top of the hill and advised Purple that if he was hungry in the next hour-ish, to ping me. He did, and we enjoyed a pleasant interlude, complete with discussion of exactly what would go into the cat-buttering assembly line construction app (at least a dollar's worth of greased feline hilarity).

Patting Purple on the head is not a valid life choice.

We returned to our various pursuits: I transcribed, Fishie tried to wrap her head around a Python quirk, and Purple beat his head against some very unhelpful compile errors.

[personal profile] azurelunatic: The statement "programmers are enormously clever fuckheaded dumbasses" is almost always true, and some asshole had to invent the language.
[personal profile] eveandriss lol
[personal profile] eveandriss well, that makes a lot more sense now actually...

Purple did not disagree.

A substantial amount of swearing later, Purple had got things working and was also fucking done. He showed up looking sleek and stylish and company-branded in the jacket, and we wandered out into the damp and leaf-strewn night. He had in fact been just thinking that perhaps he needed something for that middle state between flannel-or-equivalent and puffy teal grouse mode, and then, serendipity! The hackathon hoodie was a pullover, and Purple and I have similar feelings about pullovers (no). Usual engineer-level swag is the ugliest t-shirts known to man, and they'll take two, so they can look terrible twice as often.

I suggested that the default state of the shirts was perhaps not the ugliest shirt known to man, and began attempting to contextualize "The Situation" and his ab-window shirt. Purple started giggling when I got to the ab-window, and lifted his shirt to briefly expose a moderately hairy bear belly. He felt that no manager in the company would be particularly pleased with an Unfortunate Situation shirt. "If one guy does it," I started, and fairly shortly we were both on the Group W bench plotting exactly how much spray-tan you'd need to outfit a couple-ten Unfortunate Situations.

He's got an early lunch with his team tomorrow. I have to get gas (a little ahead of schedule). Catching Fire is in the offing. (Me borrowing the movie, not actual fire.)
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02:51 Tuesday, 18 November, 2014
In the Simply Not Allowed files, radius is not allowed to feed Outlook Web Access to a clockspider, due to the disapproval of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Clockspiders.

22:16 Tuesday, 18 November, 2014
It's starting to get chilly in California. The ginkgo leaves have turned the same vibrant yellow as I am used to seeing on birch trees, but I'm not allergic to ginkgo that I know of. I haven't had a vat of poolwater upended into my sinuses. Purple loves that color on the trees, and so do I. It's not quite the time of year where Purple breaks out the puffy teal jacket that, when described, makes Steph think of a grouse puffed up against the cold, but it's getting closer. *pauses for a moment to soak in the mental image* (Think http://www.jeffsundin.com/fishing-pictures-2013/ruffed-grouse-1024x780.png except more blue, with a hood.)

Wanted to wake up early. Didn't. Went to work, vaguely early. Freaked out about car despite swift assessment last night that it was likely to be safe to drive at least to and from work until Friday. Did a little further reading up. Easiest possible problem/solution: loose gas cap. Anything else = trip to the mechanic on Saturday & pray that it's cheap.

I came in to find my chair was stacked with jackets. It was in fact stacked with four jackets, instead of 2. One of the A-Team had excess swag, which he was distributing via the A-Team first. I claimed one for myself.

Located the thought-lost greeting cards in a box under some print cartridges, while searching for the spare tape cartridges for the label-maker, because Mini McCoy had a new dongle and didn't want to lose it (again).

Went to lunch. Due to timing, Purple wound up at the other end of the table. Had some fun conversation with the Rollercoaster Tycoon and Lennon Glasses Guy and some of the others about Office Space, productivity, task-switching, and structured procrastination (building in part from the previous day's conversation). I did not sing The Housewife's Lament, but it was a close call.

Slightly before that, Rollercoaster Tycoon had said something equivalent to: "Reddit is awesome for that. Reddit is awesome for EVERYTHING." I could feel myself pulling up to my full seated height. It was only in my imagination that my hackle feathers smoothed down along my neck and bushed out at my shoulders, just as I was the only person who had just come directly from the context of that Barbie computer engineer book. "If you're a dude," I said. (On Twitter, Sass mentioned that this qualification applies to a lot of things. As does "If you're straight." "If you're white." "If you're able-bodied." Etc.)
Here is a photo of a very busy rooster in full aggressive retreat. He will kick the hell out of you as soon as you turn your back. He also looks as though he should be carrying a briefcase, Steph says.

To his credit, the conversation did not go a lot of the places that it could have gone. Read more... )

I am still the person at lunch who is happy to settle questions (like, what is that flag on that guy's jacket) (the Cross of St. George) with the internet. In my culture, constant connectivity in the place of primary socialization is a means of including people who cannot be physically present, rather than excluding oneself and one's cherished local people from each other. (I was able to exclude myself from the people I didn't want to spend time with as a kid and teenager reasonably well with books. Headphones and an iPod aren't all that different.)

It's been a wacky day for my manager, running late to everything. I grumbled about Barbie and bad books. (Hooray fanfiction.) She grumbled about evil developers (who, clearly, are in the business of building evil. And also unaffordable housing in San Francisco.) As we trailed back to our usual digs, I inquired as to jacket size. She does not generally partake of company swag as she is a Woman of Size and therefore most of it does not suit. However, this one? EXCELLENT. She may now smile upon the Attempted Labswiper (as it was he who had the extra jackets).

I saw a passing email from someone who was running late to something because of a meeting which involved Bite Me, McMansplain, and Brutus Cochin. I shuddered. I prepared a small cup of jellybeans, random other fruit candies, and a tequila lemon drop.

Brutus: the famous Roman historical figure: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcus_Junius_Brutus_the_Younger
Cochin: a feather-footed bantam chicken. Illustrative of the breed's general shape and stance, though they come in many patterns: http://cdn.backyardchickens.com/4/4b/4bf94cec_4382_p1011779.jpeg
(in summary, the guy's a backstabbing cock.)

lb had a talk at an internal conference today. He has also had The Plague, and been out for the past week-and-change. Purple and Mr. Zune and I walked up to the general area to congratulate him on the talk, and to get ice cream. On the way back, we spotted a hawk up in the top of a redwood. Purple said hi to it. I inquired after Purple & Mr. Zune's jacket sizes. Purple was a match.

Madam Standards is joining the emergency response team. I showed her where my gear is, mentioned that "the blond guy" (Mr. Zune) is also on said team, and showed her the map.

Yay transcription. At least one more day, depending on how many interruptions I get. (Today, they were legion.) In between bursts of transcription, Fishie talked more about her interest in programming. She'd thought her dad sent her the online Java course link because he knew it, but no, apparently he had just been fucking with her, and hadn't thought she'd take the bait. Now she is taking a Python intro course, and is delightedly using the notebook that wound up in The Bag. Also the highlighters. This is the first year she's highlighted her notes. Potential mentors have been popping up out of the woodwork. [personal profile] kaberett has waved a helpful hand. Purple offered a few slices of time. I didn't specifically have any longish-term assignments that I meant for her, but if Fishie was looking for some, I had a Perl-based project with some nice babydev bugs... Then Sophie had things to say. ;) We shall see whether this results in Fishie showing up in the #dw channels eventually.

My disc-based media player takes blu-ray. I conveyed such to Purple. I also conveyed, awkwardly, that I would in fact very much like to see Mockingjay in the theatre, I was in favor of some form of group trip (assuming I didn't get stuck at the mechanic's), and I was vaguely averse to seeing it alone. (I had found the book chock-full of low-level triggers. Thanks, Shawn-related likely-PTSD!) Purple was uncertain whether or not R would enjoy this movie, as his predictions about her taste are spotty. *sings the not-a-date song loudly while retreating into the ladies' room*

Purple's officemate Mr. Bananas has jacket envy now. He had been in search of a new jacket, and apparently that variety is a bit of a hot item. Purple radiated a bit of smugness. He must wash it before attempting to wear it, or court hives. We do not wish hives upon Purple, particularly as we are not allowed to blow bees at him.

There are not many of the strawberry hearts left in my bowl of Runts candy. Purple has decided that the purple ones are edible. The orange ones are all right. The green ones -- he is sad that the green ones are no longer lime. (Om nom nom lime.) He turned off the lava lamp and we wandered out into the parking lot. I saw a car that was probably R's and waved goodnight. There are at least two little white cars of that style and vintage. The reason Vash has disambiguation charms from every side is because there are so many little white cars of that style and vintage. I have been roommates with two of them.

Purple declared that this time, he would stick around to make sure that I was able to leave. We talked cars a bit. Every couple days he checks his car to make sure that the check engine light is only the same two codes as usual. But other than that, it's a good car. (I patted it reassuringly. He laughed at me.) The "don't do that" with Vash and hills resulted in other "don't do that, then" discussion, with that tender spot on my left wrist that hurts when I whack it on something. "On a sharp corner, perhaps?" Purple asked. "Actually, it's more of ... 8D ... an edge case," I said. (Groan. Well, mutual grinning and giggling and discussion of how terrible that was.) He poked at his own wrist searching for the pressure point he was thinking of, then gently traced the bones of my not-sensitive other wrist to point to the spot. I agreed that this was a legit pressure point, and that would hurt, but -- I reached for his hand -- *that* was the spot I was talking of. Bodies, man!

After we bade each other goodnight, I marched over to Vash and checked his gas cap. I screwed it back on. "BINGO!" I yelled to Purple. He teased me a bit, then waited to zoom out of the parking lot until I was definitely following.

I managed to be That Guy this evening: the laundry room in the half-basement of my building has just been renovated. What I did not realize until I had walked it off my shoe: the tacky substance that I stepped in seems to have been paint or something. So the brand-new linoleum has a contrasting color of paint in tasteful little spots in every place I stepped until it ran out of tack. The counter was not replaced, and the NFC chip stickers under the counter were not removed, so I have my 35 and 45 minute timers readily available as usual.

Then I got sidetracked looking for bird pictures.
http://blastoid.deviantart.com/art/Chicken-79873796 (pretty lady!)

Further things:

Nov. 18th, 2014 02:50 am
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Still working out my exact Thanksgiving plans.

There's a love meme over at [personal profile] kaberett's, with nominations open until the end of November. http://kaberett.dreamwidth.org/331001.html

I'm not formally doing the December Posting Days thing, because that sort of schedule-thing and I usually get awry of each other, but if anyone has things that they would like me to hold forth on for a bit, I could probably do a thing.

Shreds of several days

Nov. 18th, 2014 02:33 am
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00:12 Friday, 07 November, 2014
Wednesday morning was not super good. iTunes vs. my Wallet Name rant is forthcoming. After I stomped back to bed after that, the banging and drilling started up. My building is within easy rusting distance of the ocean. Management has had various repair crews through to replace rusted-out metal and crumbling bits of wood. Tuesday, they were working on the apartment above mine first thing in the morning. Wednesday, it was my patio's turn. The banging and drilling was very structurally close, but I did sleep through a lot of it.

22:50 Friday, 07 November, 2014
Every now and then I look at my forearms and go "damn, that's nice!" at my muscles.


00:07 Monday, 17 November, 2014
I am seasoning the new frying pan. I am also doing some tidying of my kitchen closet.

Housekeeping. )


22:54 Monday, 17 November, 2014
Lunch involved a nice debate about multitasking, personal projects, and the workplace, with the Rollercoaster Tycoon and Purple. Good times!

First I disappeared into my email, then I got together some of the stuff for the second round of contact sheet updates. Quite understandably, several of the team don't know their desk phone numbers, and reading the display and writing it down sounds like work. And then there was some of the hardware questions, as some of the team is updating their computers and they need the bells and whistles also. And then it was time for a coffee refill, so I cruised into the kitchen, noticed what R was drinking, and then we chatted about the document she was writing. She had to run when she realized the time.

I am becoming the de-facto hub of information on the team's registered software, such that the Randomizer feels that I hold all such information. (This is a dangerous assumption, but it's a thing which I can start doing.) There were some questions from the Polka-Dot Researcher, and the Dogesitter came to our mutual rescue. I located the information and put it in my all-containing document.

Purple swung by at this point: R had pinged him while we were having tea, but he had arrived a bit too late. I introduced him (as my partner-in-crime, $NAME the Purple) to the polka-dot researcher. (My team has enough $NAMEs that I am okay with letting my teammates know that I label them.)

I worked on transcription and fielded fishquestions. To fishie's slight surprise, she has got done most of the major work of the semester. Because fishie always has to be working on something, her current for-fun class is an introductory course in Python. Fishmum is going to have to install Python on a home machine to attempt to keep up. Purple seems pleased with Fishie's initiative. Fishie has sussed out that many non-software-engineer fields involve coding-in-self-defense when you have to build your own tools (and at this juncture I mentioned [personal profile] kaberett's Geology Code, which pleased Fishie as a real-world example) and therefore she would like to be prepared to have a job in the real world, which means picking up dev stuff is an advantage.

Purple walked me out. The third Hunger Games movie is out. I have not yet seen the second. Purple will let me borrow it. My player does do blu-ray. I may proposition him to accompany me to see the third one, since it sounds like we're both interested.

Vash needs to see the mechanic soonish again. Woe.

Instead of doing things which might have been more productive, I alphabetized my BPAL. I could have also done a few loads of laundry, since I think the laundry room has been returned to vague functionality.
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So [personal profile] tiferet needed cat litter! She got back from her meetup (after some BART shenanigans) and I picked her up, and we had dinner. (Parking near the theatre in Union Landing on a Saturday night is a fool's errand, and next time I plan to remember to try the other side first.) Chili's has moved the specialty menus to their little tabletop tablets, and they still don't have prices on them. There was a brief misunderstanding where the person who seated us took the menus with the prices and all away, because she thought we were both gluten-free. Other than that, things were good. The chips were not quite up to the usual standard, alas.

We wandered over to the nearby Jollibee with the intent of getting bubble tea, but found that the dining room was closed and there was a line at the drive-through. We decided to fetch kitty litter (et cetera) first, then get bubble tea for the ride home.

My general stamina is now up to both tidying my car and then doing a full wander around the Evil Empire, which pleases me. I didn't even hit step count by midnight, which in fairness is partly due to not starting the shenanigans earlier, as I got another thousand by the time we were out.

Tif learned why I can't say "and then you get a face full of bee dick" to Purple anymore. She also learned about the 36" strap-on incident.

The trip was largely uneventful except for the very end, where we were joined in the checkout line by four young men who were super, super, *super* high. Mostly harmless shenanigans. ) We did question the life choices resulting in getting high in the walmart parking lot in Hayward at 1am, but then we were buying kitty litter at walmart in Hayward at 1am, so that is not a particularly high horse from which to point and laugh.

The Jollibee drive through was, if anything, more crowded. However, purple yam taro root bubble tea is delicious.

I muffed the exit on the way back to Tif's, and wound up taking the Cesar Chavez exit and meandering my way into the Mission thattaway. Being on Mission at 2am: also not the most brilliant ever in life choices. But KFOG had some "Everybody Hurts" for me when I turned on the radio on the way home, and these are things which improve an already fairly contented moment.

Since [personal profile] eveandriss was curious about what I would get on the shopping trip: Read more... )
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My sleep schedule was unfortunate.

Left for work at 7am, rather than 6:30. This was not my best decision. I arrived at 8:30 rather than 7:15-8. Researcher Carmageddon said that traffic was ass for him too, so apparently it was more ass than usual.

Meeting happened, no notable disasters. Though we really do have to get internal people to label themselves better. (Ordinarily Researcher Carmageddon wouldn't have asked an internal person to introduce themselves, but it wasn't a familiar name.)

Desk shenanigans followed. The Hipster Researcher had engaged in desk-moving shenanigans; the chatter about the sudden appearance of a corner desk in the team table area attracted the attention of the Stage Manager and then my manager. While I had been aware that it was at least an unspoken no-no, apparently removing the second desk from a two-person office is in fact an actual no-no upon which managers will Frown. Also, facilities is supposed to do the heavy lifting. I filed a ticket.

Today was yet another instance of helpdesk "fun". My feelings are that the helpdesk software should go away entirely, the helpdesk staff should be re-educated, and the responsible developers should perhaps find another line of work.

Read more... )

I got a good chunk of transcription in. And then there was the team meeting. Unfortunately, they seem to have turned down the a/c, either on account of the repairs or the season. The room was hot, although my sleep-deprived state possibly contributed more to my nearly dozing off while the Grandmanager went through some stuff.

Mr. Zune and I decided that the guy on his team who I nearly accidentally clobbered with my cane that time, the one who is organizationally his eccentric bachelor uncle, should be henceforth known as his Overlord, as the guy gets to boss him around in time-honored Overlord fashion. When passing through Mr. Zune's department, I saw to my delight that Mr. Zune had indeed ordered a Caution: Bees sign for his teammate the beekeeper on the occasion of his wedding. It is now proudly posted on the beekeeper's office door. (And now I can actually ask "And your wife? And your bees?" in the same tone of voice for both when we get coffee at the same time.)

lb was still out sick, and Purple and R were still at the hackathon; radius and phone were either working from home or working from Australia or maybe in a meeting, so it was just Mr. Zune and me who went on the trek for ice cream. We compared scar stories and I introduced him to both the game prime/not-prime (by way of introduction) and the game lube/not-lube. He mentioned a very bad and perhaps apocryphal piece of sex advice as found on Reddit: Read more... ) So that's a thing that has been said on the internet. We saw R going thattaway on our way back. We said hi. Purple was at the next table over from her, so she promised to relay our greetings.

I managed to knock over a glass of soda. Fortunately, it was carpet-cleaning night anyway.

Eventually I decided it was time to go home. I figured the hackathon was probably still going on. I pinged R and asked her if she wanted some chocolate-covered espresso beans. She did not, but told me to ask Purple. Purple being notoriously hard to get ahold of via text, and this not being a world-shaking emergency that warranted calling, I didn't bother to check. I came by with my vat of the confection, and grabbed a couple paper bowls on my way down. Purple seemed happy to see me (when he registered my presence), and "This is probably a bad idea, but what the hell" accepted a few. I put them on the table, and added a warning label (as it's not immediately obvious what they are if you don't know, and accidental caffeine poisoning often offends). I hung out at R's table for a bit, then bade Purple goodnight. (I did not get any more caffeine tonight. I will probably want it tomorrow. I had sufficient caffeine today already. I did not have sufficient sleep. I did not have even half sufficient sleep. Purple winced.) (My weekdays feel oddly incomplete without saying goodnight to Purple.) One does not hug goodnight at this hackathon, and we did not.

I called [personal profile] zarhooie on the way home, yay!

Once I got home, I basically stripped, brushed my teeth, and hopped into bed. I may have made sure that nothing blew up in IRC, and emailed Purple to advise him that I had arrived home safely, but that was about it. I chatted with [personal profile] sithjawa, who had pinged me just as I was getting home, for a few minutes while horizontal, but conked out with alacrity for four hours before waking up hungry (as I had not bothered with a meal). Soon I will sleep again.

Tomorrow's big plans: door sign party with the Dean! I can't wait! Plus more transcription.

2nd Thursday is once again upon us.

Nov. 13th, 2014 12:33 am
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My day was punctuated with YAY SPACE making my phone buzz nearly nonstop. It was great.

I didn't get to sleep until fuck o'clock. I turned off my first alarm, so when I woke up I was solid asleep like a log. It took me a while to get going. When I chat about caffeine vs. exercise with lb again, I'm going to have to mention the way overdoing it will wire me in a way not conducive to rest.

Pain and brainfog, wooo! So I hit 10k steps on Tuesday between the glasses-related mallwalking, the game night, and the further-than-usual laundry shenanigans. That rendered me achy and brainfoggy today, with no pleasant little brainsyrups boost from seeing Purple at lunch -- he's out of his usual haunts until the end of the week for what I presume is the periodic internal hackathon.

One of the good bits was a WebEx with a helldesk app dev lead, to duplicate a thing while he was watching it. It did the thing, while we were recording, much to his stop-and-stare-at-the-mofo. And we laughed about it, as geekfolk will when something happens utterly inexplicably. lb's Overlady is suffering from the same thing, so it's not just me.

I have a brand-new Magic Pen. We'll see how it goes.

I got the bulk of my printing done. I'll have to do new cover sheets, but I'm okay with that.

All bets are off as far as breakfast tomorrow, but I do note that I have lemon cake.

December is coming

Nov. 13th, 2014 05:18 pm
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I promised myself I'd finish that chatty December meme thing this year, and now December is coming and I haven't finished last December's. It's been a heck of a year.


We have moved, btw. And the new house is great, but I have all kinds of hang-ups about not deserving to live in such a nice place. Thank goodness for therapy. I think it's all tied into the being shunned by my mother? It's surprising how much it's preying on my mind as the first anniversary of the shunning approaches. [personal profile] lilacsigil's family are coming to visit through December, so that will be nicely distracting. And strange - we've never had space for visitors, apart from the kind that don't mind the fold-out sofa-bed and being piled on by cats.


Because of things, including a day trip to Melbourne last Thursday (yaaaaaay eight hours in a car), I'm still ferociously behind in NaNo, but I'm slowly eating away at the word debt and haven't accrued any more this week. I might make it? I hope I'll make it. I'm writing some kind of Winter Soldier epic roadtrip with flashbacks. Flashbacks are great. Getting bored? FLASHBACK! Plan somewhat sketchy on details? FLASHBACK! Really want to write some Peggy Carter? SUDDENLY A FLASHBACK! Ah, NaNo. Such good times.


Anyway. Going to try to finish December 2013, before 2014 is upon me.

From [personal profile] netgirl_y2k: So on tumblr I've noticed you post a lot of pictures of horses. Do you ride, keep horses, just like pictures of them?

I used to, when I lived with my parents, who tree-changed to the Mornington Peninsula. They had 10 acres, and we had horses. It was that chill, ponies in the top-paddock kind of arrangement. I went to Pony Club (which is like, Girl Guides on horseback), I competed at that level. Having a horse was a bit of a lifesaver for fat, awkward, bullied little me. Horses are good and non-judgmental companions. My first horse was an anglo-arab galloway, and a right bastard. I fell off him every single time I rode, I broke ribs and toes and fingers, I got black eyes and blood noses, and I kept falling off him, and people would come up to my mother at Pony Club to tell her this horse was going to kill me, and I kept falling off, until one day I didn't. And after that, I had stickability and fearlessness and I rarely fell off anything, and people would ask me to ride their right bastard horses to help them out.

I don't have a photo of him, but I do have a photo of Stocky, who was a first cross quarter horse. He was a darling. It's a photo of a very yellowed photo (life before digital cameras!) taken at a Pony Club one day event.

I'm on a horse )
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Shoulder: better today, still not perfect. Not a constant pain, but it twinges when I do unexpected things. I chose my BPAL to coordinate not-terribly with Ben-Gay.
Accomplishments: wasn't exhausted when I briefly woke around 8:30-ish, decided to make it being up for the day. Refueled car. Got glasses fixed. (I was, in fact, at the mall before any of the optometrists.) Stuff at work. Loonembellishment. Laundry. 10k steps (helped by a wander around the mall and laundry in the far room).
NaNo: bits here and there, mostly marinating in my brain.


At lunch, the table was very crowded. I introduced the Rollercoaster Tycoon, who has this absolute cornucopia of startup ideas, to the satirical Alameda-Weekawken Burrito Tunnel. Then the lady with the spare mint and the cats dropped by, and she and Purple and I had a really rousing conversation about wiki-gardening.

Mr. Zune sounded like he was having a bit of a tough day, partway through the afternoon, so I dropped by with biscotti and chocolate. This occasioned an enthusiastic glomp. He showed me some of the really inexplicable and terrible UI choices in the helldesk software. I explained my unexpected role in keeping my customers free of unexpected dick in their holiday cards. We blamed the hilarity on the helldesk UI.

I have been keeping a vague eye on the various ways I sign myself at work, particularly to helpdesk. (Most of these are adjusted from workname, which is entirely separate.)
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In the department of fun, tonight was the semi-weekly game night, and the last game night that the awesome chick with the colorful hair and the corgi will be there for. (She's following her dreeeeeeeams! Yay!) Mr. Zune and I rounded each other up and spent a pleasant hour and a half playing a variety of fun little games. We will have to go more often. (In the meantime, Purple had to go to his HOA meeting. Ha-ha.) I sewed little polka-dot beads on the loonshawl in between my turns.

Got to chat with Nora walking back from games and then on my way home. Our schedules have been a bit intense, so we've had less opportunity.

This week is 2nd Thursday. Despite the caffeine cutoff, here I still am, up past 4am. Whee.
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tzikeh:

Possibly one of the greatest cold opens ever.

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ajumeteendu:

AU | Pamela Lansbury is a successful, famous band.

I still want to know who the mysterious man is that Kurt was seen with.
I say it’s Adam, or Sebastian.

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heisenbergsays:

i just want a 30k fic about rosa diaz realizing she’s in love with amy santiago and feeling horrified bc amy is like sunshine and daises and rosa hates sunshine and daisies. but then she isn’t entirely sure how to act around amy??? the other day she let amy have the last bagel in the break room just because amy had looked between the empty box and rosa’s hand with the smallest frown on her face. the way she had smiled when rosa extended the baked good toward her threw rosa so off kilter that she purposely found and yelled at scully just to feel more like herself again. i want to read about them going on a stakeout and rosa trying to convince amy of why reservoir dogs is a cinematic masterpiece and amy agreeing to watch it only if rosa gives moulin rouge! a chance and then much to rosa’s dismay they’re setting up a movie night for that saturday. and like, rosa gets to amy’s place to find the smoke alarm going off and amy is wearing sweats and fanning at the smoking oven because she tried to cook lasagna (“why?" "because i am the HOST."). and even this display of amy santiago: human disaster in action makes rosa’s stomach swoop in a really enraging way so rosa gets a little snappy with amy and tries to ignore the confused frown on amy’s face and the way she keeps glancing at rosa all throughout steve buscemi’s mr. pink explaining why he doesn’t tip. eventually rosa mutters a terse “sorry” and it’s apparently enough for amy because she settles into the couch close enough that her upper arm is just barely pressed against rosa’s.

AND THEN IDK they make out on the couch and spend the rest of the story navigating a relationship where one party is a literal ball of optimism and joy and the other could probably break someone’s arm with her index finger and rosa pretending to be annoyed that amy is the type of person to laugh during sex and amy threatening to tell everyone what a good baker rosa is if she doesn’t start cleaning her hair out of the shower drain better.

that’s all i want

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flippyspoon:

all-stories-in-the-end-221b:

flippyspoon:

Someone please write Jimmy taking Thomas out on their first real “date” in London finally (after many letters just short of love declarations) and Jimmy’s trying to make it The Best Night Ever and paying for everything except things keep going wrong and Jimmy’s getting more and more frustrated meanwhile Thomas isn’t even aware he’s on a date.

And then they bang.

Oh my god, I would totally love to write that. Would you mind? 

OMG DO IT, PLEEEEASE

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inkandheartache:

I need a fic where Jimmy goes to London, and because there’s no one who cares about what he does anymore or maybe just because he’s bored, he starts to discover the secret gay bars and what being with men is like, and he gets over himself pretty quickly because damn he feels wonderful and free and he wants more. So he comes back to Downton with a hunger for Thomas because he’s realised that the little something missing with all the other guys he had with Thomas all along. But maybe Thomas isn’t there anymore and no one knows where he went and Jimmy has to like search the country for him, and he can’t wait to show Thomas how much he’s changed and and … and yeah I want that.

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mamalaz:

The Avengers as a Western

Steve is the Sheriff. Clint is his deputy. Tony is the Blacksmith. Natasha runs the Saloon. Bruce is the physician with a split personality and Thor gets into a hell of a lot of tavern brawls.

Together, however, they manage to bring order to the once corrupt town of Triskelion.

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Holt is a self-made Batman type without any powers, but Jake and Boyle are CONVINCED that he’s at least psychic or can teleport or has super hearing or SOMETHING because he seems like he’s EVERYWHERE and always knows EVERYTHING.

Jake is a speedster with nonexistent impulse control.

Rosa SEEMS like she has super strength but also everyone’s too afraid to ask her if she actually has powers or what they are.

Boyle is Aquaman and is always indignantly insisting that there’s more to it than just TALKING TO FISH, OKAY, BUT ALSO FISH ARE PRETTY GREAT AND YOU’D ALL BE LUCKY TO BE ABLE TO COMMUNICATE WITH THEM

Terry is Wolverine but he prefers using his claws to sculpt beautiful artwork to using them as weapons.

Amy is Superman and in a crisis she’s always GREAT but outside of that she’s a tryhard mess who is always like “oh, Captain Holt, let me de-ice your car with my heat vision so you don’t have to go to the trouble of scraping it off!” and even though she does it ALL THE TIME with her own car she ends up overdoing it and setting his car on fire.

Everyone is like 95% sure Gina is actually a supervillain but she swears up and down she’s just a humble and totally human civilian administrator, but then she laughs really creepily right after, so nobody knows what the hell to think other than someday she’ll probably kill them all.

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bear1na:

Star Trek - Captain James Kirk by Massimo Carnevale

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kaijudork-archive:

Tony Stark

I really surprised myself with this one o: It took about 9/10 hours. And I am ridiculously pleased with the result.

I’m going to try to draw all of the main Avengers characters before my sixteenth birthday. So, logically, I started with my favourite Avenger.

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morganevelten:

Aaaand, the diaporama of them all together.
My aim was to draw some of my favorite HP caracters doing something relaxing, that they enjoy. Because they have so many dangerous adventures… i wanted to see them having a rest.
So now it’s over -for now- and I’m returning to my work. XD (work is a comic about a love adventure King Francis of France had… Not nearly as fascinating as HP related stuff, but well… at least I turned King Francis into a pretty young man x3)

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condemnedtorocknroll:

weasley-detectives:

darkwingsandbrighteyes:

darkwingsandbrighteyes:

veteratorianvillainy:

four times in 3x01 that stiles and derek allude to the possibility that stiles helped derek’s pack in the months between seasons 2 and 3 // asked by no one

#someone needs to explain me /why/ are they suddenly so comfortable with each other#most importantly why stiles is comfortable with isaac and psycho peter#also the looks on this scene#someone needs to explain me why curious stiles doesn’t act like it#and why derek is casting him so many side glances#also why is stiles the only character we don’t know how his summer was spent#and also why jeff davis didn’t deny this theory #there’s something going on

LOOK at Stiles.  The shifty eyes, the way he crosses his arms and taps his fingers, the deer-in-the-headlights look.  He HAS been helping Derek, and he wasn’t planning on telling Scott about it.

I could write a novel about this.  The way Derek addresses Scott, but slides his gaze to Stiles.  How absolutely flustered Stiles looks.  How scandalized Scott looks…and on…and on…and on.

I was never sure if this was me reading into this scene too much until I watched it with two lots of “casual viewer” friends who picked up on it straight away. I don’t think Derek told Stiles everything over the summer, however. In this scene, Stiles asks Derek how a pack of alphas can work, so I think Derek kept Stiles in the dark regarding specifics about the alpha park over the summer.

and nobody would have been around to notice it but isaac and peter, to add to all of it. scott was catching up on school, allison and lydia were in france if I remember correctly and jackson had already gone to london.

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This weekend, [personal profile] sithjawa and I had a conversation about the text-art symbol 8=====D, wherein I claimed it was a dick, and the-Sith could only see a horse face in it. This culminated in me declaring that I would henceforth devote my life to drawing dicks on horses' faces with chalk. (This went into the NaNo.)

This was followed by a discussion with my manager in our 1:1 about some of the difficulties involved in purchasing greeting cards. See, my manager lives with her husband in the Castro district of San Francisco. The discerning patron of the geographic arts may realize that the phrases "her husband" and "the Castro" indicate that perhaps they are not the most demographically typical denizens of that neighborhood. She likes to get cards for various situations at her little local neighborhood card shop. This has led to ... incidents ... in the past. Apparently her parents got an anniversary card at some point which had some nudity in it. She doesn't always notice anymore!

This may make me the gatekeeper between my manager and accidentally sending customers at work $WINTERHOLIDAY cards with dicks in them. I look at the vagaries of fate which have put me in this situation and I just kind of have to laugh.

(Apparently the Castro can result in wackiness when her family comes to visit. She doesn't really register the guys with all their package unwrapped anymore. Her dad doesn't notice. The niblets notice, but those conversations tend to go like: "Auntie, that guy isn't wearing any clothes." "He sure isn't." "Can I take off my clothes too?" "NO." It's her brother who tends to pitch shitfits. Since everybody else takes it in stride, she's pretty sure the problem is him.)


Lunch with the guys involved some discussion of drunken shenanigans. Read more... )


It's possible that including an Audre Lorde quote in my weekly status update was not perhaps the most politic of choices. On the other hand, "The master's tools will never dismantle the master's house, but it's also pretty hard to do with a pleather loon beak" (in context of the helpdesk software) is the sort of surrealism that people have come to expect from me.


My weekend was not exactly the least amount of pain I have experienced lately. I went over to Guide Dog Aunt's for movie night, and learned what was up with the poodle. She'd been leaving him to his cow ears toothbrushing-wise for a while, but decided to do the thing with the actual toothbrush. Upon which she had discovered some sort of growth on his gums. Shortly thereafter the phrase "the poodle's oncologist" entered her life, and the poodle had several teeth and a chunk of jaw removed, along with the growth. He's now recovering nicely in the Cone of Shame. We watched two movies (The Full Monty and then something heartwarming about a football player) and I developed a headache, which turned light-sensitive for the subsequent twelve hours. Oof. And basically as soon as I was feeling okay after that, my left shoulder decided that it was going to be all ouchy. This morning, the screw dropped out of my good glasses. Fortunately I had spares in the car, and spares at work. Unfortunately the car spares are blue, and the work spares cut off my peripheral vision and that makes me dizzy. Tomorrow's going to involve a trip to some glasses place. So I've spent much of today trying to not tip over, and with a hot rice pack on my shoulder. (Much to Purple's confusion, as it is my cellphone-drying rice tied up in a pink coal-silk nylon IKEA bag, and it looked like a large decorative pink bow perched on my shoulder.)

Purple gives me lemon ones out of the Lemonhead And Friends boxes. It's very sweet. We are united in our distaste for the green apple ones. He handed me one to try the other night, I tried it, and then disposed of the rest.

Purple said something sympathetic about the freakin' meat bags and the pain, so I explained where I was in the line for a robot body. (Somewhere behind [personal profile] zarhooie.) He hugged me carefully, and hoped I could find a comfortable position to sleep, one where my muscles could decide to unwind. Good Purple.
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(I am bad at daemon names, for which I apologize. Except Hardison’s. I stand by Hardison’s.)

Everyone thinks Parker is severed at first.

That’s okay. Parker is used to that. She got called soulless before Pem even settled, and she knows he’s there. He was good at being sneaky before he ever settled into a ferret, and they could stretch their bond a long way before she decided she wanted to do it on purpose.

(The first time she jumped off a building with him at the top, they both screamed and it turned from terror to joy halfway down because their bond wasn’t snapping, it was stretching.)

Parker doesn’t like introducing people to Pem right away, and if they think he’s not there as a result, or think she’s wrong as a result, then they’re easily forgettable anyway.

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