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I have a half-written entry about the latest Kipper/Llama-related stunts. Hilariously, it involves basically zero problems from the actual Kipper/Llama team, and an ever-escalating metric fuckton of DNS woes. That thing that Mr. Bronze said, once upon a time: "When two black magicians fight in a room? The stuff that falls to the floor? That's DNS." All of which means I am now going up against the black magicians. The Renaissance Man has made a helpful suggestion; said helpful suggestion has been passed along through the Kipper/Llama lines, and might actually happen, depending on the number of affected users.
Sadly I missed the new year lunch, which doubled as a going-away lunch for Researcher Lannister, whose last day is Friday. Alas, sleep schedule.
In case anybody else has not independently come up with this one: ( Fun with calendars. )
I'm feeling halfway++ confident again about the workplace events planning. I suspect I am due for sending more candy in the direction of the Events team, via inter-office mail.
I found Mr. Zune staring at a wall in my wing. He was staring at some papers my teammates had put up: he's working on a thing that involves some design elements, and he doesn't want my department to fucking kill him. He explained a little of what his problem was while I refilled my coffee (decaf). I facilitated an introduction to one of the people on said papers on the wall, and they'll be having a meeting tomorrow to help him figure out what the entire fuck he's doing, visually speaking.
It turns out that the Renaissance Man and I have both read a rather lot of Bujold. This occasioned a high-five, and I'm going to have to send him the patch-package for the back of CryoBurn. He is not a current or former Listee, which would have been just too hilarious. He did, however, have The Warrior's Apprentice recommended to him by Lois Herself, with instructions to omg ignore the cover, omg. :D
It turns out that I can in fact explain "knotting" usefully. I am now going to have to search to see if there is a fic that is simultaneously involving knotting, a tied hockey score, and Shibari. (I just explained it via werewolves; I didn't actually get into A/B/O.) Also, the game "lube/not-lube" is fundamentally different when you think the game is about whether you would require lube in order to stick that item up somewhere, rather than if that item would work as lube. Consider the pineapple. Consider the pineapple, sideways. Fortunately we got that one straightened out.
Apropos of hilarity earlier, I find myself watching Ally McBeal tonight. "Whipped cream moment" has been added to my personal lexicon. The Renaissance Man explained the three simple questions. It is a defining moment of realization involving the licking of whipped cream out of anatomy, and whether and how viscerally that gets you going.
I still remember one of those moments for me. The thing about getting to know someone new is that we don't already know each other's deep backstories. So in order for that whipped cream moment to make sense when related, I had to start at Beltane of 1995, with another sexuality-defining three simple questions. And the thing about Beltane 1995 is, the story starts in September of 1994 when Bugs posed in the doorway of the hands-on tech-based bio class on the first day of our freshman year and announced that he was IN THE HOUSE.
( Hilarity ensues, including me desperately trying not to grope my amazing ex A in her amazing tits while offering platonic comfort before we were dating. )
Sadly I missed the new year lunch, which doubled as a going-away lunch for Researcher Lannister, whose last day is Friday. Alas, sleep schedule.
In case anybody else has not independently come up with this one: ( Fun with calendars. )
I'm feeling halfway++ confident again about the workplace events planning. I suspect I am due for sending more candy in the direction of the Events team, via inter-office mail.
I found Mr. Zune staring at a wall in my wing. He was staring at some papers my teammates had put up: he's working on a thing that involves some design elements, and he doesn't want my department to fucking kill him. He explained a little of what his problem was while I refilled my coffee (decaf). I facilitated an introduction to one of the people on said papers on the wall, and they'll be having a meeting tomorrow to help him figure out what the entire fuck he's doing, visually speaking.
It turns out that the Renaissance Man and I have both read a rather lot of Bujold. This occasioned a high-five, and I'm going to have to send him the patch-package for the back of CryoBurn. He is not a current or former Listee, which would have been just too hilarious. He did, however, have The Warrior's Apprentice recommended to him by Lois Herself, with instructions to omg ignore the cover, omg. :D
It turns out that I can in fact explain "knotting" usefully. I am now going to have to search to see if there is a fic that is simultaneously involving knotting, a tied hockey score, and Shibari. (I just explained it via werewolves; I didn't actually get into A/B/O.) Also, the game "lube/not-lube" is fundamentally different when you think the game is about whether you would require lube in order to stick that item up somewhere, rather than if that item would work as lube. Consider the pineapple. Consider the pineapple, sideways. Fortunately we got that one straightened out.
Apropos of hilarity earlier, I find myself watching Ally McBeal tonight. "Whipped cream moment" has been added to my personal lexicon. The Renaissance Man explained the three simple questions. It is a defining moment of realization involving the licking of whipped cream out of anatomy, and whether and how viscerally that gets you going.
I still remember one of those moments for me. The thing about getting to know someone new is that we don't already know each other's deep backstories. So in order for that whipped cream moment to make sense when related, I had to start at Beltane of 1995, with another sexuality-defining three simple questions. And the thing about Beltane 1995 is, the story starts in September of 1994 when Bugs posed in the doorway of the hands-on tech-based bio class on the first day of our freshman year and announced that he was IN THE HOUSE.
( Hilarity ensues, including me desperately trying not to grope my amazing ex A in her amazing tits while offering platonic comfort before we were dating. )
