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Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/RL6uDj at April 23, 2014 at 04:30AM
copperbadge: eruvadhril replied to your post:Answers About Kindereggs Hey, Sam, tell us about how...
copperbadge:

eruvadhril replied to your post:Answers About Kindereggs

Hey, Sam, tell us about how you used to make bootleg hooch under your sink in college!

WELL I’LL TELL YOU, all you really need to make alcohol is yeast, sugar, and fruit juice. When I was doing some research in some old newspapers, I came across a recipe for “dorm wine” — you mix yeast and sugar in the bottom of a large jug, then add fruit juice concentrate and fill the jug with water (I used a 2-liter soda bottle). You tape a balloon over the mouth of the jug to prevent bugs and dust getting in but to allow for gas expansion as everything ferments, and after about two weeks, when the balloons have deflated, you have decent but nigh-undrinkable alcohol.

The key to making it drinkable is to age it in the fridge for at least a few weeks; the longer it ages the better it tastes. I made “apple jack” and “red wine” this way. It was pretty mellow, probably not any higher alcohol content than most beer, but if you’re 19 and can’t buy booze yet, a couple of bucks for a 2-L of beer isn’t bad.

If you’re concerned about someone noticing what you’re buying, get flour and stuff and pretend you’re going to try making bread with the yeast. (Get baking powder as well, and make pancakes.)
azurelunatic: "beautiful addiction", electron microscope photo of caffeine (beautiful addiction)
Today my manager was Out, and I used the 1:1 time shoving things into boxes, and reconciling papers with computers, and pulling things out of closets.

I popped by the desktop office with two briefcases full of ancient Latitude mumblety-something versions. Poor long-suffering Chip. Then I returned with a third briefcase, because there was really nowhere else to put it.

As part of this whole exercise, various things are being put out for salvage, such as the tablecloths of bad mojo, and a whole bunch of random swag. People from the team were coming up to me the whole day, asking whether I had any left. The vultures claimed it all, very quickly.

Transporting an array of coffee syrup bottles coherently is less fun than you might imagine. This is complicated by the need for everything to be in boxes -- if I thought I could get away with it, I would have left it intact and just carried it across and down myself. But probably not, no. So all the syrups went in one box. I top each box with my email address, just in case the external labeling fails and I have an orphaned box found somewhere.

So there was the matter of getting the syrup pumps out of the bottles. This involved unscrewing, draining, rinsing, and being careful about angles. I had a little more coffee than usual due to using up the drained syrup.

One of the bottles was the ill-favoured cherry-lime. I left that in the traditional free-stuff place.

I got the notice that I was accepted in to the transition pilot for the leap from Exchange 2007 to 2013. In the absence of my Overlady, I had to check her inbox to make sure she'd got the same message (because we go as a unit). In said inbox, I found a question from the PM on the other end of my block. So I hit the database again, and shook it until candy fell out, and this time I was careful to reply as myself and not as my Overlady. So another PM is learning where the information comes from.

One of the mover guys came past my cube and asked was I going to use all those boxes. Yes. Yes, I was.

The PM down the corner is not sure when she's moving, but she thinks it's soon. She is also going to be out of the state next week sometime. This may interact poorly. I bequeathed her two of my boxes -- when I run out, I can request more, but if she's going to be out of the office, she has a limited time window for packing.

The large metal rooster goes in the box before the lava lamp.

I saw JD checking in vaguely near where I was at, and called to ask if he needed a ride home. He allowed as how that might be good. Various communications later, I made my escape and headed in the direction of dinner. (Purple was delighted to learn of a place that did Mongolian beef in the general area, but was staying Somewhat Later.) I joined JD and his hiking buddy. Om nom nom beef.

When I headed out from work, the cherry-lime syrup bottle was still as I'd left it.

I had forgotten how very much I dislike driving and parking near Castro Street in Mountain View. It is not my favorite thing. Fortunately, parking garage. Fortunately, legs.

Then I drove JD home. Yay!

The Starbucks near my friendly neighborhood Trader Joe's is open hella late. I got a cookie. Then I came home and finished up my step count while detangling and re-braiding my hair.

My tweets

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014 12:04
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (Default)
azurelunatic: Teddybear that contains ethernet switch.  (teddyborg)
What can I say about today?

Work & lunch & stuff. )

The guest speaker was Ken Thompson. Everyone was very excited. It was an interview with one of the senior dudes, who had a compilation of prepared questions. It was great fun to listen to.

At one point, it transpired that Ken had brought something for show-and-tell, in case things got slow. It was an Enigma machine. We were duly impressed. He told the story of how he had come by it (lost the coin flip, but later inherited it) and the other fellow held it up so we all could see. Ooo.

Eventually they opened up the floor for questions. Ever since he'd mentioned Berkeley specifically by name, my brain had been going down the breaking-things path. (The story of my father vs. the variable speed card reader goes here.) As I listened and grabbed the occasional picture, I thought about what the best question might be. What about the most expensive thing he had broken?

Some questions later, it solidified in my mind, and I caught the attention of the guy with the microphone. I held it carefully as Ken answered the previous question (and handed it back to the guy who'd asked the previous question when he needed to clarify, because some things just need amplification). And soon enough it was my turn.

The question I asked was shaped a little like this: Breaking things can often be a significant part of a computer person's life. Could he talk a little bit about some of the more interesting times he tried to break something, broke something, or almost broke something?

I noticed absently that my voice, amplified and re-broadcast over the speakers, was clear, full of humor, and without raspiness or hesitation. It was a reasonably nice voice. Apparently I've been coming to terms with it.

The question was wildly popular; as I sat back, my #cupcake compatriots congratulated me on an excellent question. He settled in to give us context and then a hell of a story. I will do my best to relate it; I've been poking around to see if there's a better version up online elsewhere somewhere. However! There were no few times that he'd in fact had written permission to fuck all sorts of shit up, and in one particular workplace, they'd been in the habit of leaving little easter eggs for him inside the hospital mainframe, with taunting messages to the effect that he could never get this one. And in his pursuit of this particular one, he had managed to de-couple the login function from the password file that it was supposed to check, with the result that there would be no more logins. And he couldn't get them back together. (Appropriate noises from the audience.) However! He had two terminals open. And he was still logged in over there. And he managed to discern that he could make the login program check for a password against the terminal. And he did. And he was back in. And hooooooo boy the stuff he could get into. And after that, this trick was in his arsenal.

There were more questions, and more answers. Read more... )

My tweets

Monday, April 21st, 2014 12:03
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (Default)
  • Sun, 12:22: Oh hey, Cap/Avengers/SHIELD fans with US addresses & a few dollars for shipping: http://t.co/zdYO3WXj95 (binary gender option)
  • Sun, 12:48: RT @TrickIX: it's THOSE people who eat too many spiders who raise the "average" and make the rest of us feel inadequate
  • Sun, 12:50: RT @codinghorror: Indexes ARE magic! http://t.co/5xg3LalfmT
  • Sun, 18:33: RT @JRA_Mills: Hi @PaulDacreDM I edited that #MailOnline article, for accuracy . http://t.co/WlOh3GokQf (link if Twitpic is too wee) http:/…
  • Sun, 23:08: Sewed together a little pouch for phone and iPod. It's made from part of an old pair of shorts, a cable tie, and straps from 2 camera bags.
  • Sun, 23:09: Not the prettiest of little bags, but it keeps them containerized when I wander off to the laundry room.
  • Sun, 23:20: And hooray! The little ring-bag that I thought might work to contain the headset in fact does!
  • Mon, 00:19: Purple has described my way too high-pitched and cheerful "angry" voice as "Playing with knives is fun!" I enjoy that description.
  • Mon, 01:04: My fitbit #Fitstats for 4/20/2014: 1,047 steps and 0.5 miles traveled. http://t.co/gFMrr7qBz6
  • Mon, 01:47: Phrases like "it's not my bathtub and you can't prove anything" hardly make any more sense in context.
Read more... )
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (Default)
Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/1i6WiQe at April 21, 2014 at 04:30AM
tomhiddlesismyspiritanimal: anyankaleigh: baddiebey: this...
tomhiddlesismyspiritanimal:

anyankaleigh:

baddiebey:

this is like my fave joke

okay that shit was good.

My tweets

Sunday, April 20th, 2014 12:03
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (Default)
  • Sat, 22:26: RT @albinokid: @alexrab @raevotta it is indeed "mucho masturbation"
  • Sat, 22:27: Re: last RT: I too thought it was "mutual" for a long time, but then someone said that no, Mark/his hand is very, very canonical.
  • Sat, 22:46: Complicated feelings about authors who are dismayed by a lack of Relationships With Ladies when their fix is more F/M, not more F/F.
  • Sat, 22:54: Wandering through wikipedia often results in me thinking wistfully of the mechanical engineering classes that I shouldn't have dropped.
  • Sat, 22:57: Today's wikipedia tear was started with tuned mass dampers.
  • Sat, 23:54: That's one way to cut down on player vs. player bad communications: http://t.co/MVDmdZw8GN
  • Sun, 00:04: My fitbit #Fitstats for 4/19/2014: 554 steps and 0.2 miles traveled. http://t.co/gFMrr7qBz6
  • Sun, 00:38: RT @twwings: yo I wrote a DW post up about "gay" and "queer" and language for That Thing We Do http://t.co/mZTxhfZQ1m
  • Sun, 03:25: "You do not offend my aesthetic sensibilities" is an unlikely fond phrase. (Though tan overshirt with the screaming lime T = dubious.)
  • Sun, 03:52: RT @fadeaccompli: I feel like the dog and I need to discuss our relationship. (Or possibly the direction of her man'chi.)
Read more... )
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (Default)
Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/1gYMtCj at April 20, 2014 at 04:30AM
Tragedies
snarp:

nickdangerprivatethirdeye:

snarp:

snarp:

"Hella Moon" is not enough letters for a troll name.

I have lost all will to make up twelve Chinese zodiac trolls, the rabbit has to be Hella Moon or life is not worth living.

You can add an h to the end of Hella. 

Hella* Moon, wherein asterisk indicates a footnote as to just how much moon.

My tweets

Saturday, April 19th, 2014 12:03
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azurelunatic: Monkey King swings his cudgel  (monkey king)
The call to lunch is not quite like the call to adventure, as it usually doesn't bring with it risks of gangrene and decapitation. I have also not yet refused the call to lunch.

At some point I will work out a better custody arrangement for my lunchtimes, as it were. Perhaps even something with a schedule. While I am not by any means required to eat lunch with my team, it is good for bonding and morale to do so on occasion.

The move is forcing some organization, so while I keep feeling like I did nothing, in fact there was a lot, and paper getting recycled, and there's my spare set of highlighters and that notebook, and I'm building procedures and things are making sense again. My Overlady has plots for improving things, and I am happy to get behind that, or in front of it, or in whatever direction I would be most useful.

It was an off week for the company togetherness, so there was unofficial togetherness. Read more... )

My tweets

Friday, April 18th, 2014 12:03
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (Default)
  • Thu, 12:29: RT @nadyne: Just as lions hunt zebras, so too does the randomizer hunt organization.
  • Thu, 13:42: Purple: [something horrible] Me: Come over here so I can hit you. *neither of us move* #storyofourfriendship
  • Thu, 13:44: Purple and I are both students of the non-reassuring letter home. "Don't worry, we're all mostly okay & on the mend."
  • Thu, 14:44: RT @AmberOfNOLA: @clarkgregg http://t.co/s8bq8q6NZM
  • Thu, 15:06: Do I know anyone in the Bay Area looking to share a 2 bedroom in Hayward who doesn't mind living with scatterbrained untidy me?
  • Thu, 20:13: Discussion touching on Roman art & good luck charms. Purple: Was that wings or wangs? Azz: yes.
  • Thu, 20:15: Purple: [something horrible]. Azz (fondly, through uncontrollable giggles): I am walking away before I throw something at you.
  • Fri, 00:02: My fitbit #Fitstats for 4/17/2014: 6,219 steps and 2.7 miles traveled. http://t.co/gFMrr7qBz6
  • Fri, 01:18: Purple: [something horrible] *ducks* Azz: *makes a swiping motion through the air, not connecting*
azurelunatic: California poppies. (California girl)
I have handed off Indexing to Purple, as I think this will be a great introduction to Seanan for him. He's already been introduced to Mira's writing.

For some reason, Purple said "Hello Mudder hello Fadder" at lunch, followed by "I love that song." I brightened, and informed him that one of my very favorite literary formats was the non-reassuring letter home. He was briefly baffled, so I started composing: "Dear Mama: Don't worry, we're all mostly safe now, and the doctor says that the worst of the injuries will be healed up in a couple weeks." He brightened in his turn, and we spent a while trying to yes-and each other's allusions to horrible events past and arguably ongoing. "I like the way your brain works." "Likewise." We beamed at each other.

Did I say that my team now knows where we're going? We know where we're going. (Mostly.) Shenanigans. Also, blood. )

My tweets

Thursday, April 17th, 2014 12:03
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (Default)
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (Default)
Purple's commandments for spiders:

Thou shalt not move way too fast.
Thou shalt not be on Purple.
Thou shalt not be on Purple's delicate electronics.
Thou shalt not be way too hairy.
Thou shalt not jump!

This spider was way too in his office, but otherwise inoffensive. We'll be
releasing it outside later.

Spider-watching is fairly lousy entertainment, but decent survival skills.

spider pic (contained) )

My tweets

Wednesday, April 16th, 2014 12:03
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (Default)
  • Wed, 01:03: My fitbit #Fitstats for 4/15/2014: 5,560 steps and 2.4 miles traveled. http://t.co/gFMrr7qBz6
  • Wed, 02:54: Brain is satirizing the "Tony protects Steve from the future" trope with "16 going on 17". Laughing. !pleh
  • Wed, 03:01: It goes back to FEELSSPLOSION when it's Bucky, and "tell me I'm sweet" is Sam, "drinkers of brandies" is Tony.
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Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/1ey2m3n at April 16, 2014 at 04:30AM
nolikereally: kickingshoes: against-stars: JUST LEAVE ME TO...
nolikereally:

kickingshoes:

against-stars:

JUST LEAVE ME TO MY DELUSIONS

mixing dwarvish and elvish styles for tauriel’s outfit was a lot of fun! i’ll probably try to do an elvish wedding version at some point…

SHRIEKING

I ADORE THEM BOTH OK
azurelunatic: The four quadrants of troll romance, represented by heart, diamond, spade, and club. (quadrants)
It was a Tuesday.

I arrived at a vaguely reasonable hour, and then did vaguely reasonable things. There was the 1:1 with my manager, where the room got sort of awkwardly pre-empted by people somewhat higher up who were apparently hoping to just have a quiet cup of coffee together. (We were the ones who wound up outside because while I'm sufficiently faceblind and unfamiliar with the galaxy of changing people up top, my manager is neither.)

Crunch mode on that thing is done for the month, and other stuff has been juggled. Next I get to have fun with juggling schedules! Yay! We still haven't gotten final word on our destination in the new building. I have got boxes, though, so at least I can start with that.

Yet another of my teammates is getting married in the upcoming weeks, and according to her wishes, there will be no trips down to the duck (in every sense of the word) pond.

[personal profile] jd's Eurovision party has been scheduled! Yay!

In the lull between things, I am working on getting somewhat organized again. And thus I proceeded until my brain and body were both asking me why the fuck I was on about this again.

Given that it's been crunch mode and I've been tired, I've let my step count slip. I also let my laundry schedule slip some, resulting in today's arguably gaudy pairing of the bright magenta shirt and the undersea blue-green skirt. It goes! But it's not my raven-sober usual look. (The conversation that goes "Yeah, I've been letting all kinds of stuff slip. Just look at me!" "Huh?" "No, seriously, look at me." "Laundry?" "Yep." depends on a working knowledge of my usual style.)

"Color blocking" as a fashion, even when it doesn't make you look like a Frank Lloyd Wright (or Vasa) stained glass (in the bad way), introduces so many opportunities for someone to make an utter hash of their wardrobe. I'm talking Cecil Gershwin Palmer fanon bizarre. Purple and I got to talking about the possibilities inherent in cultivating a look which was deliberately that awful, so that someone looking at their wardrobe might go "YOU HAVE ALL KINDS OF THINGS WHICH GO TOGETHER WHY DON'T YOU EVER WEAR THEM AT THE SAME TIME!!" because that sort of thing amuses us. (This apropos of my wardrobe, in which you could find things which go together poorly, but you'd have to try on purpose.) (Though the off-light-blue cotton workplace fitness challenge shirt with the neck cut out which fits too tight in the tits over the really elegant black and silver lace skirt would probably do it, especially if I threw in a bright pink boa and the purple glitter clogs.)

There's a certain amount of geek-culture cred to being able to correctly name which series of Star Trek the only color block shirt I own (unintentionally) goes with. Somebody had to google it. *smug look*

The Stage Manager has been telling me I'm evil. This may have to do with the doughnuts (no one wanted the last half, it seems like), the peeps, or the jellybeans. I'm not sure which. He snagged the last of the blue peeps, so I opened the purple peeps. (The pink peeps are next.)

I had occasion to mention to someone that the other uncle-manager was kind of an intense guy, and had more than once made me feel really stupid from the questions he was asking me which I ought to have been able to answer, and my complete inability to say anything while so very suddenly on the spot that made any sense. One either gets used to that (or pushes back, which is probably a better strategy), or one does not. But this is a thing to be aware of when having dealings with him.

It was still light out when I started meeping and wobbling. I'm not used to that happening except on 2nd Thursdays.

It occurred to me in the shower that my current love/romance/partner/Very Important People type situation could be summed up with a simple diagram. Read more... )

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