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Oct. 4th, 2012 12:15 amSome excellent things about today:
On account of the heat and laundry, today I wore the cardigan that wasn't being washed over one of the tank tops, with one of the usual black skirts. I looked sharp, and when I can, I would like some nice tailored blazers so I can suit up more often.
I got something approaching enough sleep, and got in to work at an hour that wasn't exactly first thing in the morning, but also wasn't particularly belated.
I made a tough decision last night about my desktop. Basically, he's what, four years old? and I haven't been exactly easy on him. This is a very dust-prone apartment. I took him apart and unseated/re-seated stuff, but he's still got video display with a continuous beep on POST. I don't feel confident attempting to fix him beyond that, and I have the feeling that for the price of attempting to repair him, I could very possibly get a newer, faster model (without such a problematic case) into which I could put his brand-new hard drive as a second drive, and maybe see if some of the other stuff is still good. In theory, I could attempt it myself, or locate a trained professional, but -- there's a deadline on this. If it's November and I don't have a working non-Chromebook, non-netbook machine (preferably a desktop), I am going to be miserable. I know this about myself, and I'd rather not be. Making that decision has taken an enormous weight off my mind. Maybe I'll even be able to Skype without closing all my browsers, too. #fishmumismadeofbees
Even though some aspects of work are a level of chaotic that my fevered imagination might expect of a helicopter banana drop into an arena full of emotionally excited howler monkeys, except with more developers and a fascinating email-and-calendar application, I do consistently feel as though I'm being heard and supported. That's totally radical.
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JennyHolzerMom continues to be an inspiration for my fishmummery.
Comcast seems to be giving me at least 60% uptime of late. If only that coincided with when I'm both home and awake... (Okay, that one's sarcastic bitchery.)
I am continuing to enjoy the fuck out of How I Met Your Mother. I haven't finished exploring canon, and I'm noticing ( issues ), but I'm still enjoying the show. My flist greeted me with a surprise HIMYM fic tonight, even!
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norabombay and zarhooie. Nora was my Remote Hand (as IRC while driving is a WHAT THE FUCK EVEN, NO) in gently reminding #dw that the US presidential debates were probably too fucking political for main-channel. Then Kat started playing a drinking game in # -bitch, and shenanigans and hilarity ensued. I couldn't play: it turns out that a blueberry smoothie does not equal lunch, and my stomach was cranky accordingly. (I'd meant to come home an hour before I actually did.) I called my BFF for a bit, and that was lovely. (He was also watching the debate. I did not offer to watch it with him. I love him too much to examine his politics closely.) Midway through, Kat switched to orange juice, which still meant that she was fucking plastered.
Then Kat called me to make sure I checked my email. I did. In my email was the most hilarious and surreal recommendation letter I have ever seen written about anyone, including me. When my Overlady wrote back to say that Kat had won the award for unique and entertaining recommendation letters, twenty minutes later, I was still laughing, and Kat was starting to get concerned about my ability to do things like breathe. I reassured her that if I was having trouble breathing, I would in fact pass out before I died. My abs are dubious on the topic of twenty-minute workouts, but I think it was overall a good thing. Kat drank water and was in bed, so that's good as well.
On account of the heat and laundry, today I wore the cardigan that wasn't being washed over one of the tank tops, with one of the usual black skirts. I looked sharp, and when I can, I would like some nice tailored blazers so I can suit up more often.
I got something approaching enough sleep, and got in to work at an hour that wasn't exactly first thing in the morning, but also wasn't particularly belated.
I made a tough decision last night about my desktop. Basically, he's what, four years old? and I haven't been exactly easy on him. This is a very dust-prone apartment. I took him apart and unseated/re-seated stuff, but he's still got video display with a continuous beep on POST. I don't feel confident attempting to fix him beyond that, and I have the feeling that for the price of attempting to repair him, I could very possibly get a newer, faster model (without such a problematic case) into which I could put his brand-new hard drive as a second drive, and maybe see if some of the other stuff is still good. In theory, I could attempt it myself, or locate a trained professional, but -- there's a deadline on this. If it's November and I don't have a working non-Chromebook, non-netbook machine (preferably a desktop), I am going to be miserable. I know this about myself, and I'd rather not be. Making that decision has taken an enormous weight off my mind. Maybe I'll even be able to Skype without closing all my browsers, too. #fishmumismadeofbees
Even though some aspects of work are a level of chaotic that my fevered imagination might expect of a helicopter banana drop into an arena full of emotionally excited howler monkeys, except with more developers and a fascinating email-and-calendar application, I do consistently feel as though I'm being heard and supported. That's totally radical.
Comcast seems to be giving me at least 60% uptime of late. If only that coincided with when I'm both home and awake... (Okay, that one's sarcastic bitchery.)
I am continuing to enjoy the fuck out of How I Met Your Mother. I haven't finished exploring canon, and I'm noticing ( issues ), but I'm still enjoying the show. My flist greeted me with a surprise HIMYM fic tonight, even!
I had lovely chats with both
norabombay and zarhooie. Nora was my Remote Hand (as IRC while driving is a WHAT THE FUCK EVEN, NO) in gently reminding #dw that the US presidential debates were probably too fucking political for main-channel. Then Kat started playing a drinking game in # -bitch, and shenanigans and hilarity ensued. I couldn't play: it turns out that a blueberry smoothie does not equal lunch, and my stomach was cranky accordingly. (I'd meant to come home an hour before I actually did.) I called my BFF for a bit, and that was lovely. (He was also watching the debate. I did not offer to watch it with him. I love him too much to examine his politics closely.) Midway through, Kat switched to orange juice, which still meant that she was fucking plastered. Then Kat called me to make sure I checked my email. I did. In my email was the most hilarious and surreal recommendation letter I have ever seen written about anyone, including me. When my Overlady wrote back to say that Kat had won the award for unique and entertaining recommendation letters, twenty minutes later, I was still laughing, and Kat was starting to get concerned about my ability to do things like breathe. I reassured her that if I was having trouble breathing, I would in fact pass out before I died. My abs are dubious on the topic of twenty-minute workouts, but I think it was overall a good thing. Kat drank water and was in bed, so that's good as well.
