I am one of those people.

I have one of those systems. Ish.

Penny Arcade: Tales from True Life

So I got a tivo at a garage sale, right? And then the blamed thing stopped working, and I found a guy (as you do), and he replaced the power supply (which was my hypothesis) and then I brought it home and it totally didn't pick up any signal from the cable, yet the same cable plugged into the tv worked just fine.

A lot of argh later, ursamajor was cursing in IRC because Comcast was dicking around with her cable and it was all digital now, and it wasn't working with their old tivo.

*facepalm* Why yes, it was entirely possible that my tivo woes could have been caused by Comcast changing stuff on me while the tivo was out for repair, and it would explain the much newer tv having no problems.

So a little tech time later (hooray for live chat online, much nicer than phone calls) they allowed as how they should be giving me a converter box, then, and thus I dropped by the local office this morning, and installed it this evening.

I have the tv remote. I have the tivo remote. I have the dinky little dvd player remote. Now I have the remote for the digital converter box. That makes four remotes.

I, just. Eleven years and change ago, there I was sitting on an unfamiliar couch, wrestling with an unfamiliar multi-device, multi-remote system, feeling helpless to the point of manic hilarity. Today, I have one.

I, uh. ... I love you.

What is this even I just can't.

Sometime between when I got out of work yesterday evening and when I got out of my early meeting this morning at work (I did not pass go, and went straight to the meeting, yay traffic), someone left a note on my cubicle's whiteboard.

It was written in pretty basic black pen on a pretty basic pale yellow post-it note, with firm but crappy printing and much worse spelling, and complimented my appearance "today", by which I assume they meant yesterday, because I basically saw or spoke to no one but the members of my team until we all dispersed together after the meeting.

"U were Loking Perrty Today."

My Overlady saw it, found it unusual (but not any more so than any number of the random things in my life that are inexplicable until I attempt to explain them), and figured that there must be some context for it, and it was surely hilarious in that context.

There was no context that I can tell. It just appeared. I have no idea who put it there, or why, other than the apparent fact that they (likely he) thought I looked pretty yesterday.

In theory, I ought to be flattered. Someone thought I looked pretty and went to the trouble to tell me so. In actual practice, I don't know who left it there, and absent that context, I don't know whether it's safe to feel complimented, or whether this is the first wave of a longer campaign that is going to be at minimum weird and uncomfortable. I don't know if I know this person. I don't know if I like this person. I don't know whether it was meant in the friendly, sincere, and innocent way that my Overlady might say "Nice shoes!" to a co-worker upon seeing a pair of really sweet shoes, or in the friendly, sincere, and filthy way that I might say "Nice shoes!" at Pride. If it's the prelude to something I'd decline, I have no idea how that person takes their "no" when it's served to them.

And it's such a weird way of contextless contact! My name is on my cube. Given my name and my cube number, anyone with a valid login can look up my email address. An email has context, and leaves records. An email gives me enough information that I can see their location (are they a neighbor? do they work with a neighbor?) and maybe their picture (oh right, that person and I often pass each other in the kitchen?) or -- or *something*. Sure, people leave each other sticky notes -- passing notes in a meeting, there's your context. On a stack of papers saying what to do with them, there's your context. WE HAVE NO CONTEXT HERE.

ALSO NO SPELL CHECK.

Upon advice from zarhooie, who reminded me that if I was evaluating it for threat level, just that alone warranted caution, I filed a ticket with HR, saying that while it was probably well-meant as an isolated incident, it was still totally unexpected, and I wanted to document it in case it was not an isolated incident. I'll be chatting with HR at some point tomorrow.

24 tweets for 2012-6-21

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

• Thursday, 0003: @CTYforevermore HAMILTON COLLEGE!
• Thursday, 0008: @trollprincess Ow, I hate bad sticks.
• Thursday, 0011: @flyingthesky Those are some sweet ass guitar pick earrings.
• Thursday, 0100: @kiyala Do a shot every time her voice hits a note above ... something.
• Thursday, 0101: RT @ZorkFox: "Please explain to me the scientific nature of 'the whammy.'"
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