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It's amazing how much time I have in a weekend, now that I'm only asleep for 33% of it, not 50% of it.
I can, in fact, survive (computer-wise) for an entire weekend on only mobile devices, provided that one of them is an iPad. Although technically a laptop is mobile.
D is a precious cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure. I fear for her. #BSG S1
The Jacket of Holding will not pack itself. There are things that go in its pockets.
Don't forget to take or bring your pills in the morning, despite the presence of that pill fob on your keychain. That's there in case you actually forget, or get stranded overnight somewhere.
We already took out the trash, but it wouldn't hurt to put a bag in the kitchen trash on the way out.
The envelope is in your bag; please try to go to the bank if you're up early enough.
Check outside the door, to see if there are any other suspicious-looking spiders trying to take up residence.
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (Default)
Thursday night: poodle. He's malfunctioning slightly (being 10 by now) and is now on 4x daily pills.
In the middle of the night I woke up with sensory hell due to my hands itching, enough so that I went home to get a pair of gloves to deal with it.

Work was somewhat surreal. lb got the new IRC server set up under his desk, and a few of us poked around on it and made sure it was stable before inviting everyone over. He sent messages in all the channels about what was up, and prepared to do the swap after lunch.

Since I'd been in early, I opted for earlier lunch, and with lb's table. I advised Purple of my plans, and he thought that sounded like a good idea, and decided to join as well.

Mr. Wizard Beard had been at lunch also; afterwards, he offered to show Purple some hardware in his server room, and asked if I'd like to come see as well.

This was my first time inside a full-blown server room. I'd peeked into a room in which there were a few racks which housed some of before, but that was a room with a couple racks. This is a room with rows and aisles and at least three ginormous cabinet air conditioning units. Mr. Wizard Beard explained some of the provenance of the servers: this one is from that vendor, the other one is from the other one, and they wanted to do X but then plans changed, and now they're doing Y, and we had to do something else with X hardware...

The door has a sign on the outside: NO FOOD. NO LIQUIDS. Read more... )
azurelunatic: stick figure about to hit potato w/ flaming tennis racket, near jug of gasoline & sack of potatoes (bad idea)
The guys came and fixed my stove while I was at work yesterday.

Caller: Azure Lunatic
Priority: High
OK to enter? YES
Category: Appliance
Access notes: I'm unlikely to be awake before 10 or 11 am.
Problem description: The breaker for my stove tripped while I was baking.

Technician Notes
Time: 2:00 pm
Date: 9-29-15
Material: Replaced bad oven receptacle light (shorted) and reset breaker

The weird thing is, this exact same stove had this exact same problem several Novembers ago.

Work IRC

30/9/15 01:12
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (Default)
I have advanced from a little shaky to tired and somewhat headachey, but!

I am yet again the person who stuck their neck out about infrastructure stuff. As the somewhat inevitable result, I have been voluntold as the person who is now responsible for the workplace IRC server.

Mr. Wizard Beard has been involved, to find a corner on a box. (Mr. Wizard Beard is the person who will stab you if you drop one crumb in the server room that lives in the back corner of the office building that lb, Purple, and radius are all in.)

There are several retired IRC admins who spend time on the server, who might be bribed out of retirement with chocolate and/or jellybeans.

The existing VM has been up for nearly 2 years now with scarcely a bobble, so that aspect of it seems least likely to attract trouble.
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Read more... )
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"Yes, I see you have a snake. That's not my snake. I don't have to handle that snake. It doesn't match any of the pictures on my snake box. You shouldn't be handling that snake either, so why are you asking me to build better snake gloves for you? Maybe you should give it to the guy with the box that has the matching picture? I searched through the snake intake logs for snakes matching that picture. I found four of them. None of them were in the right boxes." ... "Oh, I see. When you did put the snake in the box with the matching picture, the guy in charge of that box dumped the snake back on your head? Several times? Perhaps I will go speak with him."

Sometimes I go back through my old locked entries. Sometimes I find things that merely happened on the same day as something sensitive, which got thrown into the locked entry merely based on timing. That was one.
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... are open.

I have nominated:

Escape (The Pina Colada Song) - Rupert Holmes
* Narrator (The Pina Colada Song)
* Lady (The Pina Colada Song)

The Changeover - Margaret Mahy
* Laura Chant
* Jacko Chant
* Sorensen Carlisle
* Winter Carlisle

Dwellers in the Crucible - Margaret Wander Bonanno
* Cleante al-Faisal
* T'Shael
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  • Thu, 14:28: Normal: snapping to attention when someone says your name in a dry meeting. Not normal: your name is Azure, and you work in "the cloud".
  • Thu, 19:57: RT @zarhooie: Ok, going to try to remount as read write. I am in over my head. Is there a Linux signal I can put up? #laptopsurgery
  • Thu, 19:57: RT @zarhooie: Unassembled again and resecured the HDD. It boots now, but only with arguing. I'm backing up files tonight, I guess. #laptops…
  • Thu, 19:57: RT @zarhooie: It boots, but I can't get it to save anything to the system, so it's next to useless. What the heck. #laptopsurgery
  • Thu, 23:26: RT @suntzufuntzu: As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found his metamorphosis suppression pills had become ludicrously…
  • Fri, 01:01: My fitbit #Fitstats_en_US for 9/24/2015: 10,040 steps and 4.3 miles traveled.
  • Fri, 01:33: Half tempted to nominate The Piña Colada Song as a Yuletide fandom.
  • Fri, 04:00: Photo: gaaraofsburbia: cannibalfuckface: I thought I was looking at some surreal art for a second there Are...
  • Fri, 10:57: Photo: vassraptor: hmasfatty: There were many fancy chickens at the Show, but I think this one wins (at...
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  • Wed, 20:19: RT @PaloAltoPolice: Commuters: plan on delays Friday night at Embarcadero Rd / East Bayshore Rd due to the Moonlight Run 10K & 5K http://t.…
  • Wed, 20:23: RT @zarhooie: Y'all: I will be at @OSFeels in a couple weeks, exploring the ways we talk to ourselves. Register with ​OSF_<3_15OFF if you w…
  • Thu, 00:10: Getting bonus steps for this evening with some intense tidying. Pro tip: rotate your canned goods so they don't expire on you.
  • Thu, 01:02: My fitbit #Fitstats_en_US for 9/23/2015: 10,828 steps and 4.7 miles traveled.
  • Thu, 03:44: RT @kerrizor: Hey new dev - think you're dumb? I struggled for 2 hours yesterday because I forgot how a single HTML tag works. We all make …
  • Thu, 03:45: RT @BrandonEvrs: #MasculinitySoFragile Guys have to say "no homo" when showing affection to another guy, which is like saying "no Oedipus" …
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To do:
* Take out trash from little bins
* Take out the Very Large Bag
* Take the bag of bags to the car and put it in the boot
* Vacuum the hall leading into the bathroom
* The sex toys are sufficiently hidden, I think
* tidy the bed so it looks like a bed and not a heap of something
* there is laundry everywhere. make the laundry be only somewhere.

(Tomorrow "the investors" are coming through. I can't wait.)
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In 1999, I was trying college for the first time. (It wouldn't end well, but that was another story.) I was still a Duct Tape Sword Guy, so I had a smallish duct tape sword. It had become a little battered, but my dear friends BJ and Shawn had given it to me, so it had sentimental value. One night I was up late, hanging out with the midnight crowd down in the lobby. I had my duct tape sword with me.

"Hey, can I see that?" some guy asked. He seemed friendly, I'd seen him around, and some of the other guys had had a go with the duct tape sword. I handed it over.

He snapped the duct tape sword over his knee and walked off.

In 2003-ish, I'd broken up with a boyfriend but we were still on good terms, and I'd made friends with lady he was seeing off and on. He babysat for my roommate's kindergarten-ish age kid when there weren't any adults of the household available. He sometimes played around on my computer while he was over.

One day his lady friend IMed me to let me know that while he was on my computer, he'd seen a chat log between her and me that I'd saved to my journal (as was my habit, since I made up for a somewhat flaky memory with electronics, and my journal was the least likely to die a horrible electronic death). He'd read the chat log, broken into her journal, given himself access to a filtered entry of hers, left a wounded comment on the entry, and showed himself out again.

Some years ago, I was having a casual conversation with a close friend. The topic of a mutual mentor came up. "Do you think he's a good man?" they asked me out of the blue. I replied, hedging slightly over a particular character flaw, but I eventually said that I thought he was a good man.

My friend sort of drew up short. "... You don't know," they realized.

At which point I learned some things about this mentor which I will never unlearn.

I thought the social contract would protect my sports equipment. I had no clue that my ex-boyfriend would betray my trust to betray his girlfriend's trust in that way. I had never dreamed that this mentor would have done anything of that sort or to that scale.

I was looking, just now, for the account that someone I know wrote about a conversation she tends to have with friends with kids. The toddler is reluctant to interact, and the parent encourages, apologizes. "Oh, no need to apologize, it's healthy." "Oh, it's not like you're a stranger..." "Fun fact-- ... oh, you didn't know..."

Humans tend to hold on hard to the idea that since you can spot some untrustworthy dickweeds from a mile away, it follows that you should be able to spot most untrustworthy dickweeds with enough observation and vigilance. Never mind that false positives crowd the field, and people are quick to reassure you: Oh, he's fine, he's my friend, he's okay, I'm safe around him so you're safe around him. Never mind that sometimes it's just chance, and a disinclination to carry textbooks, that keeps you from being alone and unobserved in the presence of the wrong person.

Every assessment of trust I make carries two values: my trust of that person on that axis, and my confidence in my assessment.

I trust that this dude will not be extraordinarily reckless with my sword; he probably won't use it to stab passing strangers, but he might whack at me or these guys a bit. Confidence: well, I've only seen him in passing and for a grand total of about 5 minutes, but he doesn't look like a jerk. Call it 60%?

I trust that my ex will take good care of my nephew, and won't allow the apartment to get trashed while I'm gone. I trust that he won't install malware on my laptop. Confidence: we were together for a couple months and I still wanted to keep him as a friend even though the spark wasn't there, so 95%.

I trust that this guy will be a good mentor and teach my group lots of important things about technology. He will probably not straight-up murder us, if the class pisses him off we'll have enough warning to get out of there. Confidence: there have been no previous reports of murder, and he seems friendly when he's having a good day. 80%.

I was right. He didn't stab anybody with my sword. He didn't neglect my nephew or let the cat trash the apartment or install malware. He did teach us a lot of things, and he didn't murder anybody. And I never saw any of it coming.

There have been plenty of people who showed obvious warning signs, and some of them, I never offered the chance to betray my trust. Dude with a history of cheating, perhaps we should not date. Dude who is making various generally violent comments and leering at me on the bus, maybe I'm not going to show you what my actual bus stop is. Girl with the history of bullying, like hell am I going to tell you something personal about myself just because you asked me.

It's the ones who surprise you that you worry about, after.

So there I am at work, and there's a thing and it looks like a little red flag, waving in the breeze. Not a big one, not the sort of banner that you can grab a handful of and wave it at all your friends and say "This is a flag, it's made of nylon or something, it's really shiny and thin and bright red and it will wave in the breeze if you can find a pole to run it up. This is a flag, and it's red." Just a little one. It might even be orange, or brown. You can't quite tell.

What if he turned out to be untrustworthy? says the back of the head, listing off the times that someone with no apparent red flags fucked up your life, for hours or days or years. What accesses does this guy have? What are his powers? How easy would it be to defeat him? You discount the protestations of trust from people who know him, even if they do have a pretty convincing reason for that flag to be there legitimately. You once defended someone who proved themselves unworthy of it. Some people may hide the flags around their friends, and the ones who hide it are more dangerous, because they know what they're doing.

What's the realistic worst-case scenario? the little voice presses. How screwed are we?
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When I wake up in the middle of the night freaking out over Something Or Other, I now have the energy to get up and start Doing Things. This is not always the greatest move. However, when I do start doing this, it does sometimes effectively call my body's bluff on whether this was a good idea, and I find myself going back to bed in short order instead of lying awake freaking out for an hour or two.

Last night's freakout was approximately:
* I am slowly recovering from a pretty gnarly low point, in which I was basically functional enough to go to work, but nothing else.
* For about a month, subsisting on frozen, single-portion-no-prep, and takeout while at home, has meant that my kitchen sink has seen little to no action.
* For the past week-ish, I've been doing enough cooking to wash/rewash a plate and a fork, although not particularly address the forest floor coating of forks in the bottom of the sink.
* Running water in a sink means that whatever's gone down the drain starts to take notice.
* And then there was The Stench.
* An unused garbage disposal, in want of a good hard kick, sits there and hums.
* Reset did not do the job.
* Somehow in some previous cleanup effort, I had put away or recycled all my IKEA hex-keys.

So in the middle of the night I got it into my head that there was no way I could make the kitchen look presentable at *all* (in order to be able to summon the maintenance guy to get the disposal functional to make the smell go away) before my neighbors wound up having the smell get into their apartments (via the kitchen and bathroom vents, which are all connected, so this isn't 100% paranoid fantasy) and complained and of course I would be immediately evicted.

Therefore I got up and about 2 minutes into tidying some of the most obvious kitchen stuff my body realized that actually sleep was a really excellent life choice and I went back to bed. And in the morning I did feel better.

I had a disturbing dream in which I found myself dream violence and dysphoria )

Lunch involved the usual suspects shoving two little round tables together, since there were no available big tables. Conversation started somewhere around The 300 and wound up at the Winchester Mystery House, having detoured through war and armies, Nepal's relationships with India and China, Switzerland's military force and neutrality, what sort of weapons the Swiss army had, and whether the "oh, everyone has their gear at home" meant an airplane in someone's garage, whether or not Winchester made ammunition (yes) and were they still around (yes), and the nature of the Mystery House, and how it's better than the Mystery Spot, and a few other bits and bobs.

At work, I am somewhat waiting on an install of the new version of the database tool to get all up ins and yell about. My aspirational duties also involve a certain amount of Research Logistics Yelling, which is part of the Plan.

After my 1:1, I opened up my email to find that locked entrythis guy will be in my building sometime in the near future. I will make a point of poking my face in with jellybeans during a coffee break or something!

Tomorrow is radius's 40th birthday. Since it was already tomorrow in Australia, we wound up at the cafe (the closer one) in search of ice cream. I looked tragically at the bins with their delicious delicious carbohydrates, and allowed myself a half-scoop. (Upon which Purple did the *facepalm* "Sorry I forgot!" thing. He is a good Purple.)

Mid-evening, I looked back at my personal email and discovered that I was in receipt of a 36-hour notice to enter (24 hours, but they'd been somewhat generous and sent at the end of the previous day rather than the beginning of the next day) because there are Investors, and they are Visiting, and They Will Be Poking Around. Upon which I decided that I was going home at a sensible hour and not attempting to wait up for Mr. Deadline, though I would wait for traffic to die down.

In riveting Helldesk Software news, the team that's to fix the fucker has had a strategic meeting (the recording was posted to not!Facebook) lasting about 2 hours. I pulled up the viewer, popped on my headphones, and started sorting through my mail backlog. The conclusions involve ripping off the terrible front end and just going with the base SaaS package, which is in fact configurable, and they have no fucking reason to be developing bells and whistles on top of it. It also sounds like there are a few departments which may be getting some percussive maintenance in order to conform to some standard of service.

On the one hand, there are departments that really need it. On the other hand, I hope it doesn't interfere with departments which are functioning well.

I wandered over to say goodnight to Purple, with a butterscotch candy and some Mountain Dew. I eyed his whiteboard. I understood the 'It'\''s' and the It's in contrast to it, but what in the name of all *fuckery* was the 'It'"'"'s' ?????????!?!?! He explained. (His whiteboard writing does not differentiate particularly between double and single quotes, so it looked like a line of single quotes.) I got a hug goodnight and headed out.

bluetooth drama )

I picked up a $5 pack of hex keys (including the vital 1/4" one) at Home Depot, as it was cheaper than the manufacturer's $7 single 1/4" hex key, and grabbed dinner on my way home.

Presented with overriding force in the person of someone mechanically turning the wedged-in-place blades, the garbage disposal whirred into action, and the ambient scent in my apartment improved notably. I shall sleep in peace.

Tidying continues. It may not reach a point that I'm actually comfortable with by Thursday, but it's already improved over yesterday, and there have been incremental improvements over the last few weeks.
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  • Tue, 00:06: My fitbit #Fitstats_en_US for 9/21/2015: 7,813 steps and 3.4 miles traveled.
  • Tue, 01:58: Double Union is moving and needs your help! - doubleunion: After two awesome years of running our space in...
  • Tue, 02:39: oops, I did it again, I k-lined your bot, and k-lined the cloud...Oops, this tool is a mess, it causes some stress; we're not that competent
  • Tue, 04:00: Photo: star-anise: Hey Tumblr, here’s something I’m preparing for a class tomorrow:  Self-esteem over the...
  • Tue, 05:00: ayellowbirds: jewish-privilege: prokopetz: When modern media wants a group of baddies to look badass, it’ll...
  • Tue, 08:07: Resonant line from last batch of dreams: "I was just starting to love this body and you made me hate it!" (while swinging umbrella)
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Saturday: woke up at a surprisingly early hour for me, then didn't nap.

Sunday: went with a burrito-railgun group to dinner, and met all sorts of delightful people in person. Then did laundry.

Today: work, which went later than anticipated as Purple was face-down in Getting Computers To Talk To Themselves while I was still clearing old stuff out of my inbox.

Lunch was pleasant, and involved a substantial amount of spirited agreement between a UX minion, a UI guy, and an engineer with Opinions about UX.

Purple demonstrated the dead fish handshake to me, to much hilarity.

Turns out that the new lineup gives me side effects that *nearly exactly mimic* getting bell peppered, which of course pokes at a phobia to boot.
* Side effects Thursday, first day of increased dose; thought it was hidden bell pepper
* Cafe said no bell pepper; side effects Friday also in the same fashion; realized it had to be meds
* not noticed Saturday
* noticed Sunday to my annoyance
* very carefully avoided today

* #bloodcannon
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