It's a beautiful day in this end of reality

My ever-boingy state of mind has decided that no, really, it is a beautiful life. Contributing factors involve my best friend (first and foremost), the weather (kind of good), lack of immediate stress at work (database is continuing to win, training has gotten into a lull), good music on the way (Stars Fall Home will be shipping soon), and just all-around omg awesome.

I also must learn to sing "Fly Little Bird", though possibly with people other than myself.

Must also touch base on The Cat, for while The Cat is a very nice furry and snuggly guest, she is also a meowy and occasionally stinky guest.

But. I have a best friend, and all's right in the world. I was clinging very hard to that all through Saturday night to prevent myself from completely becoming lost in the depths of depression, and I could feel the difference when I held "but I have a best friend" between myself and the rest of the world.

I must ask Lady Malfoy about her son's cellphone provider, and about the Family Plans involving a certain sure-to-be-popular movie. If I play my cards right, I might be able to be included in a Group Outing, which would be a bit weird as I'm not actually family, but ... well. I have a best friend?

Darkside is starting to have the same hair as my one uncle (one of the non-related ones, otherwise I'd be very weirded out), which really amuses me a whole lot. My uncle is a lot taller. (Speaking of said uncle, my favorite humor columnist put into my head a mental picture that now will not die, that of said uncle jogging with a work buddy and talking about the logistics of dinosaur resurrection. It could have been entirely someone else, but it was the right company shirt and general location, so now I'm seeing my uncle plotting a real-life Jurassic Park. Which crosses over with The Poodle of Doom, and that's just entirely too scary for one day.)

If you're hanging out in the same IRC channel that I am, it's temp keyed on account of Troll Activity. See someone to get let in, or take an accurate guess.

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In other news, the news around the world has a lot of gnarly stuff going down. Be safe, be kind if possible, and if not possible, at least be merciful?

Encouraging biofuel perspective.

Idiots, faking a psycho gunman attack is something you do with consenting adults.

A dayful of links already! What's a girl to do?

10:48 AM 5/15/2007
Bunny/Kitty/Bird: In smart browsers, you can tell it to not load images from specific websites, like websites notorious for, er, questionable content. I'm not aware of how one can do this in IE, if IE is the browser of most browsing. Firefox, it's simple. Alas.


11:57 AM 5/15/2007
It's incredibly insensitive to joke about "Don't do that to the paperwork; you'll give Pink Shirt Guy a heart attack!" when he's actually had one. So I don't. But I think it, because he does get stressed out over paperwork.


12:18 PM 5/15/2007
Today is probably going to be a documentation day, because omg I need a day when I get into deep writermode.


12:36 PM 5/15/2007
...dude. Jerry Falwell is dead. trollprincess said it best. Maybe the guy will find peace now, and maybe his followers will quietly disperse. The BBC is good at being factual and deadpan.

Oh, jesus.
http://www.ctnow.com/custom/nmm/hartfordadvocate/hce-hta-0329-ht14observer14.artmar29,0,4500170.story

Cox was flickering on and off this morning, so there may or may not be a v. cranky Ecchi-chan being deprived of internets. I was watching the lights on the modem blinky-blinky.

Ha -- low tech access hack to get to high-tech phone network. http://www.theregister.co.uk/2007/05/15/east_prawle/


2:45 PM 5/15/2007
Wargh, documentation. And the wireless modem at home was acting flaky -- I need to make sure I'm able to connect wirelessly.


3:30 PM 5/15/2007
Traveling Manager is avoiding me because I nag her about her paperwork.