What did I do on Thursday?

I woke up with what I suspect was a bit of a hangover. Only expected, as I don't really tend to drink, and I had that homemade Minnesota Tidal Wave (attempted) and then went straight to bed only drinking a little water, as opposed to my usual plan of staying awake until fully sober and hydrated.

I got dressed, poked the internet a bit, and went to work.

I was not entirely happy being at work at that hour (8am) but I had a 9am meeting and then a 10am one, and I had to prepare for the 10am one. Therefore, early.

An internal-facing developer team is building an internal-facing application for me. (Basically. As the Minion, I am the primary user.) And you thought Kipper/Llama was terrifying. Oi.

It took two cups of coffee and a spreadsheet sorting my complaints and the existing open Bugzilla entries and the severity and priority for me to actually figure out what I was going to tell my team (well, in a form more professional and organized than a string of profanity).

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I may well be able to do anything I need to do tomorrow from home. I like that idea. If my aunt is up for movie night, she gets to read Let's Pretend This Never Happened next.

Not!fic: "Aral You-Had-One-Mission Vor^H^H^HKosigan Naismith", a Battle of Escobar AU

Title: Not!fic: Aral You-Had-One-Mission Vor^H^H^HKosigan Naismith, A Battle of Escobar AU
Fandom: Vorkosigan AU
Author: azurelunatic
Size: ~7 kb
Advisories: Not!Fic. Barrayarans! and their fucking honor. :( The party continues in the comments.
Note: klreeher was out for dinner with zarhooie and the name "Aral You-Had-One-Job Vorkosigan" popped into my head.
Summary: Not!fic of what happens when Aral fails to get Prince Serg killed.


So Cordelia and company get picked up in their little thingy just like canon, and are brought on board, et cetera.

Aral notably fails to get Serg riled up enough to go to the front. Aral knows his responsibility here: bring the ship into the line of fire, and get blown the fuck up.

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34 tweets for 2013-4-5

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

• Friday, 0103: My fitbit #Fitstats for 4/04/2013: 2,518 steps and 1.1 miles traveled. http://www.fitbit.com/user/23LLYD
• Friday, 0217: Sirens. Multiple sirens, even, at this time of night. #Pacifica
• Friday, 0232: Sensory woe: my skin is feeling like various random parts are papercuts. Not pleasant.
• Friday, 0234: Nights like this, my man'chi exerts itself to yell about missing pieces. I know whose hands my hands belong in between.
• Friday, 0235: But close enough so the mismatch may not show in light of day.
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