Thinking about stuff!
Jan. 29th, 2013 10:29 pmSo tonight my brain has been busily drafting several My Thoughts On, including, among other things:
My physical endurance is increasing! ( Firmware upgrade for embodiment, and stamina stuff. Also nightmares. )
I was on Caltrain this morning (and I totally forgot to tag off, alas) and I kept checking the schedule in my hand, making sure I knew actually where I was, so I wouldn't miss my station (again). Someone else asked after station information. A thought popped into my head: an image, really, of a white glassy bead with tiny, neat, printed black letters in a serif font, giving the name of the next station.
So the Caltrain Rosary is taking shape in my head. Silver wire is very dear these days, but I can't touch many of the usual base metals. I'd need the station beads, and things between; I'd want to represent the distances between the stations (as the track winds) reasonably.![[twitter.com profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/e0caa790ec10/-/twitter.com/favicon.ico)
jai_dit asked which station would be the cross. I was torn -- should it be San Francisco? Gilroy? San Jose? Then in talking it over with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ursamajor in IRC, it hit us: Millbrae. It's the station that crosses with BART, eh? :-P
#yuletide was talking about a How I Met Your Mother crossover with Buffy when I got in, where Buffy has a bar and the crew shows up there. Then I suggested that perhaps Willow and Lily were the same person, and when Lily found the Buffy sexbot that was in Barney's possession, she of course liberated it, which is why there's a Buffybot in Lily's closet.
Then #yuletide got onto unions in fanfiction.![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
occupyfandom ensued. When lannamichaels added me as an admin, I noticed that the notice said "maintainer" (old terminology, inherited from LJ) instead of "administrator" as it ought to say. As the dutiful volunteer I sometimes manage to be, I filed a ticket for this; the ticket, of course, included context about the community. Under any other circumstances, I might not have gone into such detail about the Avengers example of the Your Fandom Needs A Union (which had been hashed out at some hilarious length in chat), but the fact remains that Rah handles most of the translation-system's-got-the-wrong-color-steam-again problems, and Rah's fictional biases are, shall we say, known. Steve won't cross the picket line.
Something, I'm not sure what, got me onto matters of sexuality, and some of the stuff that came up when I was nattering on last year: http://azurelunatic.dreamwidth.org/6744083.html
( Not everybody's always known their orientation, or whatever, and that's okay. )
Today I did epic spreadsheet stuff -- and made it look easy. I have been teaching myself little corners of spreadsheet wizardry, and today was Baby's First VLOOKUP. My grandmanager handed me a handwritten sheet with names, departments, and emails, and asked me to turn it into a spreadsheet.
( So I did. )
In the department of telepathy, this morning I made coffee for my Overlady. I was nice, too, and she got the one without the espresso grounds all up in it. She wasn't quite awake enough to register whether the coffee was good or not, but since she did not recall it being bad, I'm counting that as a win. (I am tracking my department's preferences in these things, because if I can do things like manifest peppermint lattes when nobody's had enough sleep, I am doing my job right.)
My Overlady had not seen a Lego minifig in person before. (Rubber Chicken Guy is tentatively going to be a guest speaker at a thing; the only appropriate speaker gift for him is, of course, the Chicken Suit Guy minifig.)
I changed my nick in work IRC. I missed my erstwhile counterpart's last day (my erstwhile counterpart is to be congratulated on a new position; I feel bad for having missed any farewell ceremonies) and it didn't feel right being the only one.
My physical endurance is increasing! ( Firmware upgrade for embodiment, and stamina stuff. Also nightmares. )
I was on Caltrain this morning (and I totally forgot to tag off, alas) and I kept checking the schedule in my hand, making sure I knew actually where I was, so I wouldn't miss my station (again). Someone else asked after station information. A thought popped into my head: an image, really, of a white glassy bead with tiny, neat, printed black letters in a serif font, giving the name of the next station.
So the Caltrain Rosary is taking shape in my head. Silver wire is very dear these days, but I can't touch many of the usual base metals. I'd need the station beads, and things between; I'd want to represent the distances between the stations (as the track winds) reasonably.
ursamajor in IRC, it hit us: Millbrae. It's the station that crosses with BART, eh? :-P #yuletide was talking about a How I Met Your Mother crossover with Buffy when I got in, where Buffy has a bar and the crew shows up there. Then I suggested that perhaps Willow and Lily were the same person, and when Lily found the Buffy sexbot that was in Barney's possession, she of course liberated it, which is why there's a Buffybot in Lily's closet.
Then #yuletide got onto unions in fanfiction.
occupyfandom ensued. When lannamichaels added me as an admin, I noticed that the notice said "maintainer" (old terminology, inherited from LJ) instead of "administrator" as it ought to say. As the dutiful volunteer I sometimes manage to be, I filed a ticket for this; the ticket, of course, included context about the community. Under any other circumstances, I might not have gone into such detail about the Avengers example of the Your Fandom Needs A Union (which had been hashed out at some hilarious length in chat), but the fact remains that Rah handles most of the translation-system's-got-the-wrong-color-steam-again problems, and Rah's fictional biases are, shall we say, known. Steve won't cross the picket line. Something, I'm not sure what, got me onto matters of sexuality, and some of the stuff that came up when I was nattering on last year: http://azurelunatic.dreamwidth.org/6744083.html
( Not everybody's always known their orientation, or whatever, and that's okay. )
Today I did epic spreadsheet stuff -- and made it look easy. I have been teaching myself little corners of spreadsheet wizardry, and today was Baby's First VLOOKUP. My grandmanager handed me a handwritten sheet with names, departments, and emails, and asked me to turn it into a spreadsheet.
( So I did. )
In the department of telepathy, this morning I made coffee for my Overlady. I was nice, too, and she got the one without the espresso grounds all up in it. She wasn't quite awake enough to register whether the coffee was good or not, but since she did not recall it being bad, I'm counting that as a win. (I am tracking my department's preferences in these things, because if I can do things like manifest peppermint lattes when nobody's had enough sleep, I am doing my job right.)
My Overlady had not seen a Lego minifig in person before. (Rubber Chicken Guy is tentatively going to be a guest speaker at a thing; the only appropriate speaker gift for him is, of course, the Chicken Suit Guy minifig.)
I changed my nick in work IRC. I missed my erstwhile counterpart's last day (my erstwhile counterpart is to be congratulated on a new position; I feel bad for having missed any farewell ceremonies) and it didn't feel right being the only one.
