I miss IRC terribly.
Sep. 27th, 2012 01:31 amI am experiencing some difficulties with the sleep schedule part of my lifestyle. (Let's not start a war, though.)
On the way to work, Mike and Connie had a moment. Mike likes to play with tech, and it turns out he keeps an acoustic modem and one of those retro handset headsets in his backpack when he thinks there will be trouble.
Today was the busy sort of day at work where you sort of sit down and then you don't really have much of a chance to think until suddenly it's 5pm and you should stay another hour to beat the worst of rush hour.
Then I called Nora on the way home and we babbled at each other, as we do. These days if you think I've gone missing,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
norabombay will probably know where I am. (Last night I misdialed jd, and we caught up a bit, since he hasn't had time to read his reading page for a while.) Hilariously, as we get older, Nora and I babble finance and politics as well as fandom, social, creative, and geekery. Last night we swapped worldbuilding for the chicken mages. Tonight, US-related international political dynamics.
I am in the muddle of rearranging my apartment, and that was not really a typo. I have to do this every so often or I straight-up go insane and hate everything. All of the things are always connected. My desktop is still sitting waiting for me to repair it. I've dusted out the inside and pulled the RAM (unseated RAM being the most likely culprit for a monitor-has-stuff-on-it continuous POST beep, and it was ripping a CD at high speed when it crapped out), and now I get to re-assemble it. However, moving my computer is a big production, and I want to have the desk in the new position when I put it back together. I've cleared a space. I've vacuumed the floor. I need to roll out the area rug (rolly chairs and soft apartment carpet go badly, plus stuff tends to fall and get rolled in, and a hard area rug is better for cleanup) and move the desk.
To add to the joy, my internet has been flaky. I called Comcast last night. Flaky internet also means that I had to delay my call to the DVR place to get my channel listing fixed, as the thing has to download the list, and it can't do that without an internet connection.
I also called my best friend, and that was good. I explained the fun with cable, and also how uncovering some fun bugs in the email program that makes Outlook look good has made me immensely popular with my team. (This is the sort of immensely popular that results after the administrative assistant has blasted 65 people with a duplicate updated invitation to a meeting that 50% or fewer want to attend, due to no fewer than three bugs in the email system plus one set of designed-to-not-be-used-that-way misfeature joy.) "So after moving away from Outlook, your *outlook* was adjusted," my best friend summarized.
I resisted my first urge, and instead replied, "Yes, and after going from Outlook/Exchange to $CLIENT/$SERVER, one of the old-school geeks was seen *pining* for Pine."
For his part, the machines at his workplace use XP, and he has not yet broken them. To be fair, this is partly because he has not *tried* to break them. That's my guy.
Fannishly, I have been procrastinating on catching up with Homestuck, reading fic when I can find the time, perfecting my mobile reading queue methods (I love GetPocket like all get-out, and it's easier to get stuff into it from Android than iOS, in my experience), cursing Twitter's rising garden walls, and mainlining How I Met Your Mother.
Fair warnings: HIMYM suffers from Hero Is Terrible. Ted Mosby is a Nice Guy™, by which I mean he is a shining wit (expoose my schoonerism), and has terrible taste in dating tactics. Also, Barney Stinson is the sort of guy who absolutely no one except perhaps his mother would describe as "nice", not even like Ted is "nice"; his method of charming women into bed involves alcohol and lying. A *lot* of lying. But I want Marshall and Lily and Robin as friends, Barney is hilarious because he's fictional and also there are a grand total of zero times he's come across as physically threatening to me, and 99% of times someone says something terrible, unless it's narrator!Ted (and sometimes even then) someone hangs a lampshade on how terrible it is, usually by telling Ted or Barney that was horrible and to shut up.
I still have "The Best Man" from the replay of Season 7 saved on my box, and I've been replaying the [DEAR GOD EITHER OUR PIPES ARE REALLY SHAKY OR THERE IS SOME SCREWING GOING ON NEXT DOOR, THE CONSTRUCTION KIND, AND IT'S AFTER 1AM, WHAT THE FUCK] dance scene between Barney and Robin over and over and over, approximately like I plumb near wore out That Damn Bee in Fight the Future, and for similar reasons. That shit is hot, yo. I am such a sucker for onscreen chemistry. I attribute this weakness to many reasons, not the least of which is my misspent high school era (involving theatre classes and smokin' stage chemistry with good ol' Shawn). I like my sexual tension thick enough to spread on toast and eat for breakfast.
It really sounds like Ted is going to be meeting the future Mrs. Mosby in this season. Not the least of these reasons is that Season 7 showed him with a baby in 2014. The story drags on some, but damn it's going to be a fuckweasel of a ride.
[My apartment complex is usually quiet, so when it's not, it takes me by surprise.]
On the way to work, Mike and Connie had a moment. Mike likes to play with tech, and it turns out he keeps an acoustic modem and one of those retro handset headsets in his backpack when he thinks there will be trouble.
Today was the busy sort of day at work where you sort of sit down and then you don't really have much of a chance to think until suddenly it's 5pm and you should stay another hour to beat the worst of rush hour.
Then I called Nora on the way home and we babbled at each other, as we do. These days if you think I've gone missing,
norabombay will probably know where I am. (Last night I misdialed jd, and we caught up a bit, since he hasn't had time to read his reading page for a while.) Hilariously, as we get older, Nora and I babble finance and politics as well as fandom, social, creative, and geekery. Last night we swapped worldbuilding for the chicken mages. Tonight, US-related international political dynamics. I am in the muddle of rearranging my apartment, and that was not really a typo. I have to do this every so often or I straight-up go insane and hate everything. All of the things are always connected. My desktop is still sitting waiting for me to repair it. I've dusted out the inside and pulled the RAM (unseated RAM being the most likely culprit for a monitor-has-stuff-on-it continuous POST beep, and it was ripping a CD at high speed when it crapped out), and now I get to re-assemble it. However, moving my computer is a big production, and I want to have the desk in the new position when I put it back together. I've cleared a space. I've vacuumed the floor. I need to roll out the area rug (rolly chairs and soft apartment carpet go badly, plus stuff tends to fall and get rolled in, and a hard area rug is better for cleanup) and move the desk.
To add to the joy, my internet has been flaky. I called Comcast last night. Flaky internet also means that I had to delay my call to the DVR place to get my channel listing fixed, as the thing has to download the list, and it can't do that without an internet connection.
I also called my best friend, and that was good. I explained the fun with cable, and also how uncovering some fun bugs in the email program that makes Outlook look good has made me immensely popular with my team. (This is the sort of immensely popular that results after the administrative assistant has blasted 65 people with a duplicate updated invitation to a meeting that 50% or fewer want to attend, due to no fewer than three bugs in the email system plus one set of designed-to-not-be-used-that-way misfeature joy.) "So after moving away from Outlook, your *outlook* was adjusted," my best friend summarized.
I resisted my first urge, and instead replied, "Yes, and after going from Outlook/Exchange to $CLIENT/$SERVER, one of the old-school geeks was seen *pining* for Pine."
For his part, the machines at his workplace use XP, and he has not yet broken them. To be fair, this is partly because he has not *tried* to break them. That's my guy.
Fannishly, I have been procrastinating on catching up with Homestuck, reading fic when I can find the time, perfecting my mobile reading queue methods (I love GetPocket like all get-out, and it's easier to get stuff into it from Android than iOS, in my experience), cursing Twitter's rising garden walls, and mainlining How I Met Your Mother.
Fair warnings: HIMYM suffers from Hero Is Terrible. Ted Mosby is a Nice Guy™, by which I mean he is a shining wit (expoose my schoonerism), and has terrible taste in dating tactics. Also, Barney Stinson is the sort of guy who absolutely no one except perhaps his mother would describe as "nice", not even like Ted is "nice"; his method of charming women into bed involves alcohol and lying. A *lot* of lying. But I want Marshall and Lily and Robin as friends, Barney is hilarious because he's fictional and also there are a grand total of zero times he's come across as physically threatening to me, and 99% of times someone says something terrible, unless it's narrator!Ted (and sometimes even then) someone hangs a lampshade on how terrible it is, usually by telling Ted or Barney that was horrible and to shut up.
I still have "The Best Man" from the replay of Season 7 saved on my box, and I've been replaying the [DEAR GOD EITHER OUR PIPES ARE REALLY SHAKY OR THERE IS SOME SCREWING GOING ON NEXT DOOR, THE CONSTRUCTION KIND, AND IT'S AFTER 1AM, WHAT THE FUCK] dance scene between Barney and Robin over and over and over, approximately like I plumb near wore out That Damn Bee in Fight the Future, and for similar reasons. That shit is hot, yo. I am such a sucker for onscreen chemistry. I attribute this weakness to many reasons, not the least of which is my misspent high school era (involving theatre classes and smokin' stage chemistry with good ol' Shawn). I like my sexual tension thick enough to spread on toast and eat for breakfast.
It really sounds like Ted is going to be meeting the future Mrs. Mosby in this season. Not the least of these reasons is that Season 7 showed him with a baby in 2014. The story drags on some, but damn it's going to be a fuckweasel of a ride.
[My apartment complex is usually quiet, so when it's not, it takes me by surprise.]
