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This document was compiled at old-work, for amusement purposes.

Signatures


$NAME
The name in the signature (as opposed to the .sig file) is possibly what this person would like you to call them when you write back.

(message is in all caps, there is no signature)
Either $NAME lost their caps lock key, or really needed to yell at you.

Love, $NAME
$NAME probably does not love you all that much.

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British Signatures


Cheers, $NAME
Friendly.
Not friendly.

Cordially, $NAME
What is the sound of something very sharp being applied from behind?

Kind regards, $NAME
Standard.

Regards, $NAME
Unkind regards.

Greetings


Hi, $HALF_YOUR_NAME
I didn't bother to pay attention to your signature.

Dear Frederick Douglass,
I mistook your .sig file for your signature.

Hidden Messages


Acrostic

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Jargon
azurelunatic: A castle with rockets and fire cannons with the DW D on it. (Castle Dreamwidth)
There was a tweet out there, featuring a photo of one of those big programmable road signs clearly set up for a concert:

IMAGINE
DRAGONS
PARKING

and commentary:




This came up when on the phone, and extensive silliness ensued.

[personal profile] silveradept pointed out that dragons can bend, and would have their wings folded up and probably their necks raised and tails curled.

I asked how that affected take-off.

[personal profile] silveradept said that they'd always thought of dragons as VTOL (Vertical Take-Off and Landing).

And I was like: No, you've got to have enough SIDE room, so like:
Imagine you have a wide dragon in a compact space...
... and two other dragons crammed in, in the spaces next to it...

(at this point we have both dissolved in giggles)

At which point I speculate that in order to achieve VTOL, the dragon is beating its wings like a hummingbird...

[personal profile] silveradept provides helicopter-like sound effects.

Me: Now imagine the noise from a SQUADRON of these...

[personal profile] silveradept [hummingdragon intensifies]
[personal profile] silveradept *decent rendition of the appropriate bits of "Ride of the Valkyries"*

Me: *crying laughing*


...

...


Yup.
azurelunatic: A glittery black pin badge with a blue holographic star in the middle. (blue star)
Having got the CPAP, I seem to have been sleeping more solidly. My watch tells me about a lot of nights of 8+ hours of sleep. Of course, I haven't decreased my amount of time in bed yet. My friends claim I may be making up for oceans of sleep dep...


I'm catching up on reading, still. I'm tidying. I'm contemplating. I'm keeping up with my exercise. I'm waiting to hear from various job prospects.


There are still health things I have to take care of, but I feel like the big ones are on their way towards resolution.


My partner has survived the winter break. Next step: talking to professionals about things. We had a nice long chat yesterday about stuff. Today's chat was much shorter, as they were working on other things.


Ev's winter break is not over yet. She got a library position, and has been assigned the tedious things. Thank fuck for normal problems. Tedious winter break job is a normal problem. [Various mother shenanigans] are not normal problems.


Yesterday was time to make me un-shaggy. I trimmed my bangs. Today was the re-blue-ing session.


I checked in with Purple about dinner. He has quite a bit of very good leftover pizza, so he was going to work on that rather than do dinner out tonight. An excellent reason to not go out! It's also windy and rainy. It's been enough of that to make it cold-ish inside, so I've had to wear socks from time to time. The horror!

My phone was supposed to arrive tomorrow (Wednesday). Unfortunately, it seems to be on track to arrive Thursday, instead...


Australia, and contemplations of arachnids in a different sense than the usual. )


I know that not all of the Dreamwidth documentation is up to date. At some point soonish, there may be a docs party. My friends who are perhaps wandering in may be positioned to help by virtue of their neophyte perspective: if there's something that the docs are inadequate in answering, this might be a good place for the docs crew to start working on filling in the gaps.
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I have a follow-up appointment and pelvic exam with my surgeon on Friday. Purple and I were brainstorming items that the surgeon would not be expecting to find when inspecting the surgical site.

Kinder egg (without chocolate)
Kinder egg (chocolate and all)
Toy fire truck
whistle
kazoo
Slide whistle
Entire Google car (full size) (we were at the Five Guys on Rengstorff, so there were lots of them driving past; I saw three simultaneously at one point)
Tiny model uterus (he already took one out)
A crab. (Zodiac Cancer.)
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azurelunatic: A glittery black pin badge with a blue holographic star in the middle. (Default)
I was feeling a little cranky last night, so I went on an Amusing Underwear Theatre crawl through International Jock's sale section. Link destinations are ostensibly PG-13, but still features intentionally revealing underwear.

Cut for length. )
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azurelunatic: Cover of O'Reilly's Owl Book. O RLY?  (O RLY)
Weekend!

Saturday, I drove down to Sunnyvale and toured an apartment complex. I liked it. We'll see if/when my raise comes through. (Purple says that on this one, I'm a dude.)

Vash gave me a bit of trouble on the way back, so I should see about getting him checked out.

So on Saturday, everybody got a note through the door that "investor inspections" were imminent. So much of the rest of my long weekend was either housework, or fervently ignoring housework. I am not Actively Displeased with the current state of the apartment, however I am not Pleased either. The packing has been making this easier, and I suppose the cleaning has helped the packing.

Tuesday:
Got a message from the Commandant that she was out sick, and I should take point on this morning's meeting. Okay! So I did some last laundry-roundup and vacuuming, and went off to work in good time to walk up to the secret milkshake bunker, saying hi to Purple on my way as he was coming in. He was in search of Beldorion. I thought I vaguely knew where he sat, but I was at the wrong end of the wrong floor of the wrong building. (Purple was able to find him okay, though.) The heavy equipment I'd seen at the end of the parking lot turned out to be unloading a whole bunch of trees; they looked like small redwoods in large wooden planters.

The Dean is ringleading the playing of a cricket tournament on the big screen. It turns out that none of the cable networks that we get seem to be running it, but there's an online thing. Some of the guys waxed enthusiastic. Yay for them.

The meeting went well! We have a better idea of what we're looking for this year, and some of last year's cracktastic experiments won't be repeated. I mentioned some of the constraints, like gluten-free, and that cut out Hawaiian as a theme, as all their soy sauce has lurking wheat. Partway through the meeting, the lady from catering spluttered and pointed out the window. For all the world like a tall ship under full sail, the top half of a redwood cruised by smoothly. For a brief fantastic moment I thought: Wow, it must be windy out today. Then, as the forklift emerged from behind the wall, the absurdity of the thought struck me. Another two redwoods followed it, to our collective giggles. We called our attention back to the task at hand, and got into logistics and table rental. We shall inquire to see whether there are cafe tables which can be pulled from storage before we see about rentals. From around the corner coming the other direction scuttled one of those same redwoods, beating a hasty retreat from who knows what ent-eater.

On the way back, I wound up telling Madam Standards about the time Shawn tried to make mac-and-cheese.

Purple sent out the lunch ping. Just then, one of the engineers who had through main force of will not screamed about the helldesk software on the You Must Be At Least This High In The Org Chart For This Ride field trip, had a question about how one shipped things. I had answers! I wound up creating a shipping ticket for him, and he jumped through the hoops to get his own login, as he sees himself shipping in the future. This did render me a bit on the late side to lunch, but that was all right.

Mr. Zune: "Is someone else about to be introduced to the Sticky Box?"

I left the shipping ticket on top of the Sticky Box for the engineer to find if he came back before I did.

My choice of food includes prep/waiting time as well as content, so it was the wok for me, even though that would result in picking out hot and cold peppers. There was a seat next to Purple, which I happily claimed. I grumbled about the housecleaning and apartment search some. I had a fantastic headache by that time. Purple told tales of one apartment he'd moved out of, where the place was going to be demolished after he left. The guys had told him he could "have fun", but he'd been too exhausted from moving to do anything entertaining like write on the wall in something that looked like human blood. Somehow this resulted in escalating jokes, with a live goat tethered (with food and water) in the middle of a salt pentagram ("Oh, I would have thought the sacrifice would have been accepted by now!"). Purple joked about using glitter in spells, and I started giggling. That made my head pound. "Oh god, I shouldn't be laughing," I said. Purple patted me on the back and allowed how he possibly shouldn't have been joking about that either. "No no, it's that I have a headache," I wheezed. Then I told him about a certain infamous writer of spellbooks who suggested glitter as a substitute for candles. Not to represent fire, but as a focus object. "So that's why you have a disco ball!" he declared. I mentioned that I might have possibly unnerved people in the past with the giant Christmas light pentagram on my ceiling in college. Heh.

The engineer had picked up the shipping ticket by the time I got back, and mentioned that my cube is certainly unique.

Lunch and lack of sleep and stress and dehydration seem to have been the headache, because post-lunch, caffeine, hydration, and giggles put me pretty much right.

Mid-afternoon, I looked out the window at just the right moment and saw two heads, one golden and one dark-with-a-bald-patch, walking past. It was clearly lb and Purple, going in the general direction of the milkshake bunker, walking fast. I had a quiet Moment -- a pang of left-out, and a swell of happiness that they were getting friend-time that they clearly needed to have. The happiness won, but not without a little bittersweet thread. But I don't have to be part of everything. In fact, I probably have more than my fair share of Purple's time. I can't begrudge another of his good friends some alone-time, in context of that.

Lennon Glasses Guy showed up for the speakers just as I was heading into my research meeting. I directed him where to find it: loon head, fridge, right next to the fridge. In the research meeting, Researcher Carmageddon picked my brain about things we'd like to know that I collected as a matter of course when they came up. They will come up with a list and cross-check. It is the time of year that Researcher Sweatervest has become chilly again, so he was wearing one of his namesake sweatervests. This one looked nicer, and new. Polka-Dot is out sick, and Haystack seems to be out of state due to a death in the family, but had called in.

In conference-driven development news, the Dreamwidth development activity makes me happy, and sometime when my hair is not trying to catch figurative fire I need to sit down and go through code tours looking for docs bugs.

Things in the helldesk software keep getting fixed from time to time. Apparently broken attachments had been un-broken. I cruised into the quiet room to assess the state of the stain, which was non-crusty, probably a drink spill. Then I went into my own building's relaxation room, took a picture of the sad little room with its foosball table, and emailed in a ticket suggesting that if an unloved but unbroken couch could be found in storage, this would make the room a little less sad -- both answering an actual need and testing the attachment situation, which seems indeed to have been remedied. (Trust, but verify.)

In clearing through my inbox, I paused and actually read one of the [off-topic] posts that I'd skimmed earlier in the day, and then paused again.

#cupcake
ajl: from [off-topic], regarding a cricket tournament: "We could always streak it from the laptop."
ajl: does some gentleman on [off-topic] feel like making a private reply including https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Streaking ? I feel this is a disambiguation vs. "streaming" which should not come from a lady.
Upon which statement, several corners inquired whether "lady" really applied in this instance.

Purple had a programming situation which eventually turned out to be an unexpected NULL instead of the nice little object the program was expecting. Mommas, don't let your variables grow up to be un-initialized.

I wanted to get one last email finished before going home. It was quick, but Purple still arrived while I was wrapping up, and put out the Beacon and curled up on the nearby couch with his iPad for a few moments. "I should have waited for a reply instead of just coming over, huh," he smiled.

The parking lot saw terrible stories of dudes setting fire to their packages on video, plus other tales of fire and nether regions. (Hint: "I just got a new high-speed camera!" is not a good reason to light a fart. Sometimes, Purple's friends can pull dumbass stunts too.) We chatted through The Aristocrats, my lack of balance and the attendant jazzhands, and that time that I was the person doing the crazy religious ranting on the bus. I'm okay with informational embargo while a hole gets patched, but er. Ahem. Purple was understanding. My knees were not so understanding. His tire still has a nail in it. There was an owl, but only one this time. Perhaps it's in the owl-house, and not a cardboard box? Or perhaps it's in a redwood.

Purple got roped into doing a thing tomorrow and Thursday, so his lunch availability is low. My team probably gets custody of me, then, or maybe I shall join lb's table.

I chatted with Amber on the way home. Home included a relieving lack of paper stuffed in my doorframe.

Tomorrow will be another day. Thursday will be another inspection (announced Monday morning). Bluh.
azurelunatic: Blue-iced cupcake with sprinkles.  (cupcake)
Once he was a normal engineer. There was a time before the terrible and glorious burden fell upon him. Things are very different now. There are duties, ceremonial and otherwise.

The spirit fell upon him that day. He declared himself and his rank. The mantle of his duties descended.

"I am an engineer at Virtual Hammer. I am the keeper of the One True Shade of Purple!"

It was witnessed by the challenger, the wearer of a magenta shirt which did not conform to the Purple Standard.

If only the challenger had not called attention to it, it might have been otherwise. But the challenger had displayed the magenta shirt, ever so slightly too red to qualify, and said "Look, I'm a purple crash screen!"

The Keeper of the One True Shade was called to its defense.

Thus it ever is, and ever shall be.


[personal profile] silveradept asked me to talk about how I know someone is the keeper of the one true shade of purple. If you'd like me to talk about something in particular, feel free to ask!
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Any explanation for the candy named "sour cherry balls" that starts with a mental search for the name of the profession that is to fruits as a veterinarian is to animals, does not need to be made in the workplace.

This near miss interaction involving my candy dish was with the Stage Manager. My brain went there, but fortunately wiser minds prevailed before it got out my mouth. "My brain is in the state right now where all of its contributions involving the name of the candy are unhelpful."
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (best friends forever)
My dear best friend has forbidden me from catching on fire or stabbing any workplace email administrator or technical support type. Himself being himself, he then mentioned some of the many loopholes, and we joined in this game for a bit.

I mentioned fishbrick. He would not have used hot glue. What he would have done is cast the brick out of concrete, and while it was still mushy, embedded the anchovies in the top and then let it cure that way. However, that would not be his Windows Express medium of choice. Oh no. Give him some halibut, give him a bucket, give him a freezer.


He expressed his surprise that upon Researcher Carmageddon's declaration that was shaped like "Let's host a gathering! It'll be easy!" that I did not fire Researcher Carmageddon into space and use him as target practice. I like Researcher Carmageddon! He occasionally frustrates me, but he does not irk me as a co-worker, and I would have a beer with him. (Even if I might think three times before accepting a ride from him.)

To be fair, Researcher Carmageddon did not in fact say "It'll be easy!" He said "can you help out with this?" and then (after it was over) "$EXTERNALDUDE said he was impressed with how easily we hosted this but in fact it was not easy, we just made it look easy and a lot of people helped, especially Azz who kept me sane."

I've been contemplating on the calibration of the BFF's protectiveness. I appreciate the protectiveness! But he is also accustomed to an iteration of me who allowed a rather excessive amount of treading-upon in the name of various peacekeeping, so he is quick to take umbrage on my behalf against (real or imagined) offenders, when it's more situations than people these days. Hm.


I should possibly figure out if we can maybe attempt to watch MythBusters together remotely. That used to be one of our things when we were local. It would take more doing remotely, but we both have DVRs. I called while he was in the middle, so he giggled about it and I played Solitaire and it was nice.

He's on the second battery for his communicator phone, and they're getting harder to come by. He's happy about being able to drop his phone with impunity, and lorded it over the silly smartphone users (yours truly included). I'm happy with my protective case. He pointed out the very large vulnerable spot, where all you have to do is drop it from five feet face-down onto a rock and you're fucked. This indeed is so.


All in all, a lovely Saturday evening.
azurelunatic: "I've got A.D.D. and magic markers. Oh, the thrills I will have." Pile of uncapped bright markers.  (attention span)
@ajaromano: Disadvantages of reading things on tablets: when the book sucks you can't angrily throw it across the room!

I agreed with that sentiment. I retweeted that sentiment. Then I started plotting ways in which to make that sentiment possibly obsoleet. Obsolete. Whichever.

The e-reader would have to be well hardened, with few enough moving parts that it could not be damaged by a good hefty throw. You'd need to make it to exceed even a very strong human's throwing capacity at a hard surface.

It would also have to be soft enough to not actually damage the wall, or floor, that it was thrown at. It shouldn't be thrown at people on purpose, but it would be good if it wouldn't be dangerous if someone should walk into its path by accident.

And what good is a good old-fashioned wall-thumping expression of your fury at a book without being shared? Obviously there is the time and the place to keep one's reaction discreet, but for those other times -- ! Clearly it would need an onboard accelerometer to measure the freefall, and then the sudden stop at the end.

There would be an app on the reader that would sync up to the user's preferred review site, and post the book's information and the vigor of the review, with optional commentary which could be added (user settings would either post immediately but could be edited, or queue for comment before posting).

This was a sad thump of a page non-turner. 3 N.
This infuriating shitsack should have never left the slushpile. 72 N.

The Wallbanger would be the best e-reader & app combo ever.
azurelunatic: Abstract.  (bondmates)
"Yes No Maybe" is the sort of conversational word game that gets invented by (possibly elementary school) students with too much time on their hands.

When speaking, the yes/no/maybe ratio must be maintained at 1:1:1 throughout the conversation. If someone says one, the others must be said in short order to maintain the balance.

You can lose points by either saying one of the words (by accident) and failing to fill in the others, by failing to fill in when someone else says one for you to catch, or by filling in wrongly when someone utters a red herring. Attempting to actually keep score is probably unwise.

The game is over if: class starts, everyone is laughing too hard to continue, or everybody gets bored.


Darkside and I invented this game with each other in ~2001. (College students, in fact.)
azurelunatic: White capslock text on black background: AS OF 0700 GMT, OPERATIONS HAS DECLARED CASE *CAPSLOCK*. (case capslock)
Basically, when you get "Black Jack Davy" stuck in your head for more than three days, you may wind up going to some somewhat more extreme lengths to get it out. My method involved Tam Lin. So then I was thinking about how the bit where Tam Lin is demanding a favor (if you know what I mean) from Janet, and how (depending on how it's played) it could either be kinda rapey, or it could be just a really bad pickup line. And then -- well. There are really no excuses.

[personal profile] norabombay was not actually awake when I was flailing at her, so she got more or less the following dumped in her IM:

okay so this Janet chick is out roaming the wilds of LJ, and she happens upon this gorgeous two-rose userpic that's in this comm that her bff runs. so she totally snags it.
and tam_lin, whose userpic it is, says "lol, no, why u go stealin' my userpic, now you gotta give me a little somethin' somethin'"
they have an argument that encompasses all of the userpic wank there is, was, and ever will be
but they wind up exchanging info and about 9 months later Janet posts this fic with a mysterious co-author
her bff's all "ok, spill, who's the co-author"
Janet: "lol no, you don't know him"
tam_lin comes back and says "ok, shit is about to go down & I'm'a get dragged thru fandom wank"
"but no matter what happens, it's really me I promise"
and then fandom_wank totally outs tam_lin as a nested series of sockpuppets
but when it's all over, janet is still standing by him (okay, her, because one of the items of sockpuppetry was gender, and femslash Tam Lin/Janet = DO WANT)
and they write horrible babyfic together forever.
THE END.

There is no defense for this travesty, except it was really really hilarious at 6:30am.
azurelunatic: Warning: participating in #dw may result in blacking out and discovering yourself as head of a project team. (#dw warning: department head)
Oh, IRC. So [personal profile] kaberett realized that a literal sex-ed hat was in order, and wrote up the finished project some.

I decided shortly after hearing the plans, that I was going to need one as well. It is already clear that our visions are very different. So far I have the (lined) uterus, with one fallopian tube. My excellent mental 3D modeling program is showing me how it all fits together in a hilarious and vaguely wearable fashion.

I got the yarn the other day (there were ants that I discovered -- last Sunday?, and I reported them Monday and got my rent turned in, the bug guys came Tuesday and sprayed; while I was Out as I could not be near the fumes, I got yarn and groceries) for the project, and then Thursday I told my aunt all about it.

Naturally the plan got back to my father, which made for an entertaining phone call on Saturday.

Today I have incorporated shocking pink yarn from my stash, and then next would be the ovaries. This is really going to be entertaining.

I've been taking pictures, but most of them are still on my phone. A sample:

Crocheted uterus with shocking pink lining on Twitpic
azurelunatic: Danger: High Energy Magic Use Area. Stick figure firing wand; pentagram.  (high energy magic)
Some snippets from today in which I am both wise and witty, and so are people around me

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azurelunatic: "catch me if I fall", shooting star (catch me if I fall . . .)
#dreamwidth-support knows how to have fun. ^_^

http://www.sophie.hack.dreamwidth.net/support/see_request?id=5

This was to test a proposed improvement to the support boards, so there needed to be support board activity. [dreamwidth.net profile] empleh is my test account for boardstuff there.

A copy of the support request, because a dreamhack isn't a stable place to link to )
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I was discussing the dangers of dihydrogen monoxide in #yuletide today.

One of the particularly degenerate people there told us all that in her youth she had used slabs of solidified dihydrogen monoxide recreationally; the practice also involved the use of sharp blades. Her level and type of use dulled her sense of self-preservation and eroded her ability and willingness to dodge projectiles.

It didn't help matters that there were government-sponsored facilities that enabled her use, nor the media coverage glorifying the practice.

She doesn't use any more, but it's left her with a taste for violent sports.
azurelunatic: We're about to set a weirdness baseline the likes of which the planet has never seen.  (weirdness baseline)
The "I" here is the "I" currently filling out the poll (that is to say, "you").
Poll #8588 Magical Items
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 49


I am familiar with the following magical item(s)

View Answers

The Sword of Godric Gryffindor
43 (100.0%)

The Cup of Helga Hufflepuff
36 (83.7%)

The Locket of Salazar Slytherin
39 (90.7%)

The Diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw
37 (86.0%)

The Bullhorn of Viola Swamp
11 (25.6%)

I would prefer to have:

View Answers

The Sword of Godric Gryffindor
5 (12.2%)

The Cup of Helga Hufflepuff
3 (7.3%)

The Locket of Salazar Slytherin
5 (12.2%)

The Diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw
17 (41.5%)

The Bullhorn of Viola Swamp
11 (26.8%)

I am the Fishmum

View Answers

Yes
1 (2.2%)

Well, maybe not *the* Fishmum, but *a* fishmum?
4 (8.9%)

...I ... have fish?
16 (35.6%)

No.
24 (53.3%)

I would like to complain about this poll.

View Answers

Yes
11 (23.9%)

...Ticky?
44 (95.7%)



Once upon a time, [livejournal.com profile] sarahtales said something very silly. Then she wrote a book. Because of the silly thing she said, her fan community was named [livejournal.com profile] marmalade_fish. And it came to pass that there was a very ambitious live readthrough of her book in a chatroom. The chat took over 12 hours. When it was over, some of the chatters stayed. That was 2009. Today, they are the chatfish, and I am the Fishmum.

"I would like to complain about this poll" is shamelessly swiped from [livejournal.com profile] james_nicoll

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