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azurelunatic: <lj user="azurelunatic"> age 9 in white dress with red sash, holding hen Aurora Fayoumis, circa 1989 (Aurora)
This most recently observed when I was thinking that a lot of people know cat body language for expressing general affection, but not many people know chicken body language.

and *gently pecks a random speck of something off your face* is therefore something which needs serious explaining.

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The receptionist from Microsoft never did email me back to set up that date.

Feeling okay about that.

It is probably time for my quarterly freakout about gender. Spending time with other gender-wibbly folks may enhance the effect. This has been going on regularly since high school and before.

Also having unexpected angst about what flavour of neuroatypical I am. It's not that I want to pass as "normal", it's that I am suddenly feeling insecure abou [earthquake goes here] t being the wrong kind of weird and therefore unacceptable. Even though I have every reason to believe that I am okay in this specific context. BUT WHAT IF I'M NOT?? demands jerkbrain.
azurelunatic: Rock in the sea, captioned "stationed forever on a far-distant rock" (Housewife's Lament)
OMG, Fire of Love is a perfect wild rose. So happy. It was an extra from [personal profile] synecdochic in the combined shipping for the Gaiman/Metamorphosis circle, and her taste is impeccable. It's not quiiiite a match for the original formula Evelyn Rose, but it's close enough to make me think it might be. The wets mismatch, but on me the tail end of Evelyn Rose smells like the beginning of Fire of Love. Which is kind of awesome.

I have been tidying all day. I have not yet done actual laundry, but I did do some laundry prep, which totally counts. Also, pulling out stuff from places results in finding more laundry, and dusting results in making laundry. So.

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One of the random bits out of yesterday included one of the moments when I needed to express symbolic violence at Purple. We found it hilarious, but the backstory is NSFW with a side of possible embarrassment squick. ) That resulted in laughter and a high-five. R: "Do I want to know?" Purple and me simultaneously: "NO."

Universal sysadmin stories: you know how it is when you have people you used to be super close to years ago, and they have stuff on your server, because of course, you were super close at the time. In the interim, life has happened. You really never talk these days, even though you always mean to. But every time your server goes down, you do have a bit of a chat...

This bit of slang was new to me over the past six months or so, thus I share:

"Consider the optics" = this looks bad.
"Consider the optics of the situation" = this looks super bad.
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azurelunatic: "I've got A.D.D. and magic markers. Oh, the thrills I will have." Pile of uncapped bright markers.  (attention span)
Today contained many awesomes.

Workstuff: It was supposed to be the day for a fix release on the helpdesk software. We'll see how things are on Monday. We'll also see how my workload is going into Labor Day weekend -- Hipster Researcher has announced intent to come back from a conference with audio recordings. Since the point of my ridiculously detailed notes from 2nd Thursday is that we can't retain audio on the servers, he may have to cut bait if my workload is too high to spare time for that.

I have the butterfly & Gaiman package of BPAL from [personal profile] synecdochic! This whole thing is so much fun. And I have run into some scents that maybe I don't want to keep, which means eventual delight for someone else! (Either that or a garlic wine/cherry lime horrorsyrup situation, where the vessel of woe is tested by a succession of people until it is gone.)

It was beer bash day. I brought my own bottle of non-beer and secured a table. phone joined me, and Purple, and some of the guys. "Hi guys!" said Lennon Glasses Guy, and then realized that technically, if "guys" is gendered, I am the odd man out. So to speak. I allowed as how since I wasn't presenting particularly femme at that point, I wasn't particularly offended. Purple pointed out that the hat (a black floppy-brimmed sun hat, one of the woven paper and plastic thread ones that I go through slightly slower not-in-Arizona) wasn't particularly butch. I allowed as how the skirt of the day was fairly butch. Then we discussed how to butch up that hat. "A beer hat!" Purple declared. Yes. That is butch. Then we figured out how to *un*-butch the beer hat: fancy drinks (possibly with lots of fruit) in lieu of beers. Purple's brain got stuck on the mental image of the mojito-hat, and seemed to sort of white out from glee.

A few of us made dinner plans. )

While we were cruising through an intersection, there came a honking from the right lane. Purple, who had been driving, hadn't registered the same level of detail I had. "The Civic cut in from the right and was going too slow for the Subaru, who was pretty mad judging from the way it honked," I explained. Purple had thought as much, but he'd been watching different parts of the road. Then traffic slowed hella down and halted for a traffic light, just as the Civic got out of the way of the Subaru and wound up in front of us, which put us about in line with the Subaru. "It's phone!" I said, and busted up laughing. Indeed, the somewhat honky driver of the Subaru was in fact our co-worker and friend. "Hey phone!" Everybody's windows were down. He heard his name (much to his surprise), looked over, saw us, and we had a short and hilarious chat until the light turned green and we headed off thattaway.

Parking shenanigans and dinner. )

R and the Other Guy had ordered with dessert in mind. Then we learned that the place does not do dessert! So we set forth into the foodie district of downtown Palo Alto with dessert in mind.

The first place was too crowded. (Purple spoke up in praise of my being decisive, even though it was decisovely negative.) The place across the street was too young and hip. The place across the other street said it was "so good." We elected skepticism, and looked at all the buzzwords on the windows. The next place did have a dessert menu, but it also looked kinda trendy and such. Dessert was eventually accomplished. )

I laughed a lot tonight. I feel great.
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Sexual orientation vs. the MythBusters

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  • Wed, 14:23: RT @ShaunKing: Have you noticed that what is happening to citizens in Ferguson is the EXACT NRA NIGHTMARE they've predicted, but they are T…
  • Wed, 20:50: RT @j4cob: If you claim your UI is grandma/grandpa friendly, you'd better have user tested it with someone who has tremors.
  • Wed, 20:50: RT @shadowspar: hey conferences, know what's really great? when your web pages print well so foreign attendees have something to show the n…
  • Thu, 01:05: My fitbit #Fitstats for 8/20/2014: 7,477 steps and 3.2 miles traveled.
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Purple's reaction to Kat's suggestion about the rice paper word scramble, divided between bakeries, was pure crowing delight.

phone was grumbling about the state of the espresso machine and how people don't clean the steam wand. Somehow, and I'm not entirely clear on how, this briefly turned into an Infocom-style text adventure based in the kitchen.

My manager is back! I told her the tale of the Fellow vs. Helpdesk, and the runaround that involved three business days, and one business weekend. Including the part where if you didn't know who he was already, you couldn't look up who he was via the usual tools, because his login was that hosed. Though if you knew who his manager was (a C-level exec) you could find him that way... I also told her about the lunch during which "one of my boys" had sat a table over from some dude.

It turns out that I have more patience for this system than my manager, who basically just wants it to go away quietly, or otherwise cease to cause her trouble.

My headset has been acting up, and redialing Kat instead of the last person called (Nora).
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  • Mon, 13:04: RT @tonimarierawk: My briefcase contains important lab results.
  • Mon, 13:13: That awkward moment when the Twitter app freezes on the screencap of the sexy lock screen ... at work.
  • Mon, 13:15: Wait. We already have a bakery under NDA! *azzgrin*
  • Mon, 13:27: You know, actually, the list of people who I trust more than the guy who literally set my ponytail on fire that time is pretty long.
  • Mon, 14:14: Dammit, Android Wifi Smartass, there are places I spend time where turning on wifi is not appropriate.
  • Mon, 17:59: Not so great news: I think this job is giving me grey hair. Great news: it's coming in all silver glittery.
  • Mon, 21:14: RT @zarhooie: If Azz gets fired due to cake-related shenanigans, it is NOT MY FAULT
  • Mon, 23:54: RT @jaythenerdkid: the revolution will not be televised (because the police are threatening the media at gunpoint)
  • Mon, 23:57: RT @blowticious: We're literally watching domestic terrorism happen in real time carried out by law enforcement on law abiding citizens.
  • Tue, 00:04: My fitbit #Fitstats for 8/18/2014: 3,845 steps and 1.7 miles traveled.
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azurelunatic: A metallic blue and black horizontal-handled cane with an elastic loop at the bottom of the webbing wrist strap. (gimp)
Located the appropriate pliers. Fixed my star necklace. Hooray!

Hauled laundry down from car.

[personal profile] vass encouraged me to hunt down and read "BLIT", "comp.basilisk FAQ", and "Different Kinds of Darkness". (I gave "What Happened at Cambridge IV" a skip after reading because I'm pretty sure I would leave yelling about stereotypes and representation.) As a result, I have no idea which character of mine has the blackwork tattoo of an almost-parrot with fractal bits, but somebody does, and I don't think they're a particularly nice person. It takes a special kind of person to read a short story about an extreme memetic hazard, and go "You know, I think I want that on my body. Permanently." Only some of those sorts of people are ones I'd like to hang out with.

I hadn't set up xkit properly on Bell. I just reinstalled the blocky thing, and blacklisted Guardians of the Galaxy, and I'm so much happier. Icon for this entry came up on the first click of the random button. Unpopular fannish opinion, including disability, abuse, and Bucky ) Combine that with the stuff about women, and you know? I don't have to see it in the theatre, and when I do hit up Tumblr, I don't have to see it there either. Yay xkit.

Oh god. It's Lovie who has the Parrot tattoo. As a tramp-stamp.

I am a grown adult, and don't need to pout over cafeteria table shenanigans. Invisible Purple was invisible; I had a pleasant lunch with part of Purple's usual table (quietly, in the corner, because I am in fact kind of shy in addition to being introverted).

Various things converged such as I was thinking about some of my youthful shenanigans and the list of people who I trust more than I trust (That Idiot) Shawn. Previous thoughts on the multi-factor slider-bar mixing board of trustedness. The various emotional fuckery, the general shenanigans, and gross physical unsafety, done unto me; no one was actually hurt ) means that actually, a hell of a lot of people are on that list. Purple happened to mention some of his weekend's entertainments. So there was a bit of chatter about trust and such.

I'm doing better with shoes than I was a few years ago. Regularly wearing shoes that were terrible for me basically destroyed my feet, such that walking barefoot on a hard surface like my somewhat springy vinyl kitchen flooring was painful and I could feel damage happening. (And the terrible shoes were the best shoes I had at the time -- I had worse ones, which accelerated the damage.) Being able to afford better shoes (and fix my really good ones) gave my feet the chance to heal. Healed feet means that I can actually sometimes wear thin foam salon sandals while walking down the concrete sidewalk and across the brick courtyard, and while I can tell I shouldn't do it all day, it's not actually unpleasant or dangerous.

Purple noticed that my fingernails were blue and sparkly! He mentioned that he'd already noticed the fingernails when I was showing off my toes. I am very pleased by being blue and sparkly. I noticed in the bathroom mirror that my bangs are starting to glitter a bit. The family genes are starting to kick in. Guide Dog Aunt is a very elegant salt-and-pepper. Aunt-Fayoumis has mostly white hair that's going rusty from her water. My dad is basically Biker Santa. So it's just been a matter of time before it's notable on me. And I'm so very happy that it's coming in silver and glittery. Silver and glittery means that my hair is its own glitter. This is the best, and it's even Kat-safe!

Connie and Mike are teasing me with something involving Mike in some sort of magically altered state of consciousness, which is weird because Mike is kind of a control freak. Which is what makes me super curious.
azurelunatic: Blue-iced cupcake with sprinkles.  (cupcake)
Without even asking, I know that I will not be allowed to cause a cake to be made with the slide that announced a specific unpopular decision from upper layers, then track down that decision maker, and stand by glowering as the cake is served. That is what we call a career-limiting move .

Even if I could, I would have to find a bakery under NDA.

I realized over lunch that internal catering have to have clearance to make various of the things they do.

Kat spoke to me of the ways of edible ink cartridges in regular inkjet, on ricepaper.

Purple suggested I have printed a blank of the slide, and pipe words on.

Kat suggested making a word scramble, farming out a small piece to each of a few bakeries, then playing puzzles on the blank.

I love my friends.
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17/8/14 01:48
azurelunatic: Rock in the sea, captioned "stationed forever on a far-distant rock" (Housewife's Lament)
Week before last, there was a little problem with the laundry room. Not the laundry room in my building, but, crucially, the laundry room with the card machine. Our laundry machines use cards instead of coins, which is a different kind of inconvenience.

I do have a launderizer in my apartment. Sadly, the last time I used it, it made a terrible grinding noise and didn't drain. (I drained it manually with the little hose and a bowl.) I do need to call maintenance on it; I'm waiting until I have the mental wherewithal to make sure things are tidied to my satisfaction.

They'd said that the laundry room in building 4 would be closed until further notice. Further notice having not arrived, and the laundry situation growing critical, I chose to hope that maybe they'd just forgotten to give further notice. I wandered over. The room was locked up tight and still very much looking like a construction zone. The card machine had been taken off the wall.

I contemplated the possibility that they'd moved it to the functioning laundry room, but looked at the time and figured that my window of opportunity for the nearby laundromat was about to close. So I hustled, grabbed all the easily grabbable laundry and a book, and went exploring.

I am pleased to report that modern laundromats often choose to have wifi these days. Wifi! In a laundromat! I dumped all the laundry into one of the big machines and settled in with some trance music and Cyteen, since I have gone a few years without taking tape. I didn't actually use the wifi.

Having done the math, the price difference is on the order of six and a fraction cents between the laundromat and the number of washers/dryers I would have used in the on-site laundry room. My car app thingy claims the cost of gas was $0.29. My knees are happy that I didn't have to haul two large IKEA bags full of laundry up and down stairs with a dodgy handrail.

I may pop downstairs tomorrow to see whether they've put the card machine in the open laundry room.
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So I woke up to realize that the very pleasant dream that I had been having involved a comfortable bed, something like a ski lodge (and the bed was on the slope or something? it wasn't quite clear) and being the little spoon with a large teddy bear of a fellow.

The dream omitted realistic but unfortunate details such as waking up with a mouthful of hair despite precautions having been taken. I am pretty sure that if he and I ever share sleeping arrangements, his hair is going to become inappropriately intimate with places in my face that won't appreciate it, given what happens when we hug wrong.

I am to hope that my subconscious is taking the clue that things like banging are not actually on the menu in reality. I doubt that platonic napping is likely either, but it's a brain-step in the right direction. If perhaps harder to explain when it will *sigh* inevitably come out in conversation.

Favorable comparison involving emotionally abusive ex )


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