Entry tags:
April, & Fffff---
The good:
So after having said "I don't know where I'm going to get sufficiently horrible candy at this hour!" to Drew, I found that Safeway served my needs well and inexpensively. Gloriously equipped, and attired in basic black with my fabulous trainwreck of an Easter/Pride hat atop my head, I set off. While resetting my calendar for the month, I cleared my usual candy dish offerings and put out the hilariously wrong stuff.
My Overlady examined my hair and approved. There is a very subtle navy halo that you can miss if you're not looking for it. She looked at the candy. "This is candy that should not exist," she said.
Later, the Stage Manager stopped by (as he does) and looked at my candy dish. "Aww," he said, in some disappointment, upon not finding chocolate.
"Happy April Fool's Day," I said.
He took a Peep.
It was the sort of day where you plow through stuff and you are simultaneously surprised that the day has just disappeared, and feel like you could and should have accomplished more (despite having done rather a lot). I plotted my trajectory, packed up my rooster and a few things, and headed for San Francisco. A random lady on BART complimented me on my hat and asked for a picture.
I arrived at Books, Inc. early, got the book, and settled down to reading, giggling out loud intermittently. (This is apparently an expected side effect.) They set up chairs. I got a nice seat near the front. The lady behind me complimented me on my hat and asked for a picture.
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TheBloggess appeared, and explained that she'd taken her anxiety meds, arrived early, and had taken refuge in the bar next door. When the meds hadn't hit, well ... and then, inevitably, the meds *and* the drinks hit her all at once, right at go time. So there she was. We applauded and cheered -- it seems that at her events, we know from anxiety. (She also mentioned that basically the whole audience has meds on them, and in event of an emergency, will be generous. Which sounds about right, and got another big cheer.)
She talked about stuff, and did a reading, and answered questions. ( Read more... )
I took a few minutes to gather myself together before heading in a general busward direction. To my delight, I was not the only person to have brought a rooster. The other rooster was a good four feet high, with peacock feathers in his tail. I was sorry to leave without more time to chatter with the good folks there, but I thought I'd left enough time for chatter after before the bus home, and hadn't looked up later trips.
The bad:
It helps if you don't forget your water bottle at home. Fortunately I did have a bottle of sparkling fruit juice, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been.
I was dredging through the lower end of my to-do list, having cleared my inbox effectively enough. This meant working with the database. It was thus that I discovered that you cannot add the same person multiple times to the same study. This is a problem, because it's meant to be able to do this, to log multiple points of contact with the person regarding the study, and for studies spanning multiple months with multiple instances of participation from the same individual.
Also, the pagination is ridiculous. Ten or twenty (depending on the page) results at a time? Which would be less bad if there were a way to pull it all at once. There is not. It would be less bad if the sort sorted by all, not just by that fucking page.
There are bugs filed. The severity is Critical, because I want to be able to go up a step to Catastrophic if things get worse.
It appears to be time for my uterus to misbehave entertainingly. ( TMI )
So after having said "I don't know where I'm going to get sufficiently horrible candy at this hour!" to Drew, I found that Safeway served my needs well and inexpensively. Gloriously equipped, and attired in basic black with my fabulous trainwreck of an Easter/Pride hat atop my head, I set off. While resetting my calendar for the month, I cleared my usual candy dish offerings and put out the hilariously wrong stuff.
My Overlady examined my hair and approved. There is a very subtle navy halo that you can miss if you're not looking for it. She looked at the candy. "This is candy that should not exist," she said.
Later, the Stage Manager stopped by (as he does) and looked at my candy dish. "Aww," he said, in some disappointment, upon not finding chocolate.
"Happy April Fool's Day," I said.
He took a Peep.
It was the sort of day where you plow through stuff and you are simultaneously surprised that the day has just disappeared, and feel like you could and should have accomplished more (despite having done rather a lot). I plotted my trajectory, packed up my rooster and a few things, and headed for San Francisco. A random lady on BART complimented me on my hat and asked for a picture.
I arrived at Books, Inc. early, got the book, and settled down to reading, giggling out loud intermittently. (This is apparently an expected side effect.) They set up chairs. I got a nice seat near the front. The lady behind me complimented me on my hat and asked for a picture.
She talked about stuff, and did a reading, and answered questions. ( Read more... )
I took a few minutes to gather myself together before heading in a general busward direction. To my delight, I was not the only person to have brought a rooster. The other rooster was a good four feet high, with peacock feathers in his tail. I was sorry to leave without more time to chatter with the good folks there, but I thought I'd left enough time for chatter after before the bus home, and hadn't looked up later trips.
The bad:
It helps if you don't forget your water bottle at home. Fortunately I did have a bottle of sparkling fruit juice, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been.
I was dredging through the lower end of my to-do list, having cleared my inbox effectively enough. This meant working with the database. It was thus that I discovered that you cannot add the same person multiple times to the same study. This is a problem, because it's meant to be able to do this, to log multiple points of contact with the person regarding the study, and for studies spanning multiple months with multiple instances of participation from the same individual.
Also, the pagination is ridiculous. Ten or twenty (depending on the page) results at a time? Which would be less bad if there were a way to pull it all at once. There is not. It would be less bad if the sort sorted by all, not just by that fucking page.
There are bugs filed. The severity is Critical, because I want to be able to go up a step to Catastrophic if things get worse.
It appears to be time for my uterus to misbehave entertainingly. ( TMI )