Just so you'll know...

I find it very disturbing when the machine in my room claims that a program called "Kernel32" has caused an error and must be shut down. This, when tapping the key that would give me the menu that would give me the option to shut down and restart.

Ctrl+alt+Del, repeated, fixed the immediate situation.

This one's going to get passed around a lot...

Here's a link for chicks. And guys. http://www.femmerotic.com/favorites/bodyimage.html

Why? I could stand to work out more, mostly to raise my physical endurance, which has been shot to hell from too much being sick, from slacking off on my fencing exercises, to jump-start my metabolism again.

I still kick ass, though. So do all of you. And don't let anybody tell you differently.

Village of the Spammed

If a letter to me begins with, "Dear Sir," I invariably answer it with "Dear Madam," yours truly not being by any stretch of the imaginatory facilities a "sir".

Meanwhile, for your viewing pleasure, the Penny Arcade strip inspiring the title: http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2001-12-31

That Idiot Ivan (crosspost from The List)

I see Ivan consciously crafting a reputation as "the perfect paper-pusher". No need for him to do poorly at his job in order to stay out of the eyes of conspiritors.

He schedules appointments for his superiors with people needing to see them, with the greatest of ease. He turns in Barrayaran forms, with every single twitching little bit filled in correctly, exactly on time, or perhaps even early. He reconciles reports from different sections against each other to see any discrepancies.

He makes coffee. He shares tasty tidbits of news that he heard from his mother and her cronies, much to the delight of any would-be social climbers in his office. He has friends who listen eagerly for the latest installment of his ever-changing love life (artistically told with *just enough* detail, and just enough left to the imagination).

His files are precisely in order, his office neat. His desk has a holocube with images of his mother, aunt and uncle, cousin, and a succession of girlfriends, and perhaps the latest trinket from the current relationship, but is otherwise devoid of personality.

He sighs wistfully after ship duty just as often as the next guy, but has failed to apply after a few promising-looking openings in the roster of the next ship going out.

Every now and then, he disappears from his post, with ImpSec's apologies, and returns some days or weeks later, tired but with a certain sparkle to his eye, shutting up if pressed, with a commendation for "bravery and following orders" posted to his file...

Not a man to put in charge of life-or-death combat situations, but just the man for keeping the office neatly in order. Not very much imagination, except, I've heard, with the ladies... A good man, but not too bright. Promote him.

Whee! Finally, Flash!

Evidently DeVry has finally gotten Flash on the lab computers, so I may check my webmail without getting a dozen boxes prompting me to install Flash (I have not administrative privelages, else I would have, just to get rid of the damn things). It's been low on the computer staff list of things to do, as it's nice to have a computer system that works, period.

Flirting; bad guesses

Darkside and I were talking about Episode II yesterday. In reference to Padme Amidala, he asked, "So, what size, would you guess?" However, the reference came at a point in the conversation when he could have been referring to anything, although he and I both knew, and knew we knew.

I got "the expression" on my face, then asked him, "What size is what?"

"I think you know. The expression on your face tells me you know."

I paused, turned bright red, and ventured, "Seven inches?" after sneaking a quick glance at a certain seam intersection of his jeans.

He didn't tell me whether or not I was correct.

Bus Pass

Shelled out $17 for a bus pass. This is cheaper than the going rate, I believe, and definitely a deal for riding the bus frequently. As my change supply is running dangerously low, this was a good move on my part.

My next $17 gets saved for next month's bus pass. Meanwhile, I have a temp job to hunt down for some income between now and when I hear about the prospective internship. Votania and I had a chat yesterday on the topic of a job, mine. I'd rather earn at least spending money, though, so I won't be left entirely without a paddle should ever Darkside decide that now is a perfect time to invoke his vague "maybe" ... or laundry money ... or the occasional bit of junk food.

Nothing can stop Torg!

Which Sluggy Freelance Character Are You?

Being a devoted friend is a good thing.

Relationship 101

Suggestion from wiredferret: "Never make relationship decisions with your clothes off."

Busted!

As in, busted latex. Whip out the handy-dandy spermicide!

Sparky doesn't want to talk to any rubber for the next few days. He says it huuuurrrrts.

Yeah, well, spermicide doesn't exactly sit well either on slight chafing.