Busy season again!
Jan. 16th, 2014 01:04 amI'm starting to lose track of my days again! I think.
Saturday: there was sleep. Also Mythbustery things on TV. I took apart the loveseat in order that I might have a little more room to pack. I later measured my cube: I would have to exert some creativity in making things work. So that was Saturday.
Tay is in town! You know, my sole biological sibling, despite the various family I have since adopted off the internet. She has moved to be with her partner, who has so far taken some pains to meet The Family properly, and seems a decent and polite young* man.
We-all had dinner with Guide Dog Aunt on ... Sunday? I think?
Tay plans to take her young man up to Alaska to meet the parents at some point in the not so distant future, because he is important to her and should get to meet the entire family.
Guide Dog Aunt shared some juicy family gossip involving some of the cousins from one of the other tentacles of the family. It seems that one of the ways to get Dr. Aunt Mrs. Uncle Davy to reverse her position on whether a particular young lady is good enough for one of her stepsons is for said stepson to knock said young lady up; to get her in the family way. Dr. Aunt Mrs. Uncle Davy is apparently now advocating marriage, and quickly, as strenuously as she was previously suggesting that this young lady was perhaps a lower bar than the cousin in question should be aspiring to.
I hope said cousin and his partner hold each other in the deepest of respect, trust, affection, and support as they enter this new time in their lives. They're going to need it.
* I'm bad at guessing ages; I'd say he's somewhere over 25 and under 45.
Most of Monday was a blur due to typing up notes from Researcher Under the Radar's** Friday meeting. I drove to work on Monday.
There was a lot of blur on Tuesday, partly due to putting together a nice little presentation for Researcher Under the Radar on his monthly meeting, the one that eats most of my Second Thursdays. The other part involved how various events are suddenly starting to happen again, kicking all the stuff into high gear. I took the train, having managed to get myself a nice commuter pass. I like the train. I don't especially like traveling during peak hours. I'm hoping to find a way to avoid that in my future. I managed to get some spectacular user error, and took the wrong train -- one that didn't stop in Millbrae, and then I didn't realize that the subsequent stop was post-Millbrae, and then expressed all the way to SF. Woops. At which point I had an hour before the return train, which I occupied with a sandwich and yelling at programs -- this time on behalf of Random People From The Internet, rather than myself or my team.
** The artist formerly known as my Junior Researcher is getting a new alias, due to him rather spectacularly no longer being the least in seniority. And he likes to drive fast, and I like quite a bit of the music of Abney Park. The current juniormost researcher may be Researcher Sweatervest or something. Watch me throw names around until one sticks.
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norabombay and I started yelling at each other in the comments of her A/B/O primer, which will never not be a source of amusement and delight to me. ( gross canine biology applied to a/b/o ) I <> Nora, or maybe I <3< her -- either way, expect hilariously fond yelling and maybe hatesex if I can find the harness. (In a regular week, I swear to fuck we spend like at least five hours on the phone, modulo schedules. We know each other's wallet names and make a point to hang out every time we're local. We've known each other since like '97.)
Today (Wednesday) I took the train, again. No user error, but I think maybe off-peak for evening is a definite plan.
There was a lot of whacking around spreadsheets for planning for some upcoming festivities. I now have a price comparison spreadsheet for pizzas. I'm really pleased with it! Pizza is one of those weird things to compare across providers, because the offers are not horribly standardized. ( Read more... )
Sometimes in the busy swirl of All The Things, you need to enforce a moment to contemplate the ephemeral nature of that which is, and consciously let go of things that you have been carrying around with you but that you do not need. Sometimes in order to make that happen, you have to set up a calendar appointment so you don't get interrupted, and go outside and immerse yourself in natural elements, like sky and wind and earth and trees and fire. At these times, contemplating concrete ways that your life has recently changed or improved might be helpful, to figure out some feelings or cognitive strategies that once were useful, but have since passed into irrelevance.
Assume hilarity with the Renaissance Man as a constant, and you'll probably be correct. I am rediscovering all sorts of delightful anecdotes. Consider Mommie Alice's run-in with a poorly placed concrete pillar. Consider Mommie Alice and the pixy stick. (Right, it was Joshling who uttered the fateful words.)
Finally got the chance to call the BFF tonight. Hilarity with him is also a constant, but more polestar than compass. ( Read more... )
Saturday: there was sleep. Also Mythbustery things on TV. I took apart the loveseat in order that I might have a little more room to pack. I later measured my cube: I would have to exert some creativity in making things work. So that was Saturday.
Tay is in town! You know, my sole biological sibling, despite the various family I have since adopted off the internet. She has moved to be with her partner, who has so far taken some pains to meet The Family properly, and seems a decent and polite young* man.
We-all had dinner with Guide Dog Aunt on ... Sunday? I think?
Tay plans to take her young man up to Alaska to meet the parents at some point in the not so distant future, because he is important to her and should get to meet the entire family.
Guide Dog Aunt shared some juicy family gossip involving some of the cousins from one of the other tentacles of the family. It seems that one of the ways to get Dr. Aunt Mrs. Uncle Davy to reverse her position on whether a particular young lady is good enough for one of her stepsons is for said stepson to knock said young lady up; to get her in the family way. Dr. Aunt Mrs. Uncle Davy is apparently now advocating marriage, and quickly, as strenuously as she was previously suggesting that this young lady was perhaps a lower bar than the cousin in question should be aspiring to.
I hope said cousin and his partner hold each other in the deepest of respect, trust, affection, and support as they enter this new time in their lives. They're going to need it.
* I'm bad at guessing ages; I'd say he's somewhere over 25 and under 45.
Most of Monday was a blur due to typing up notes from Researcher Under the Radar's** Friday meeting. I drove to work on Monday.
There was a lot of blur on Tuesday, partly due to putting together a nice little presentation for Researcher Under the Radar on his monthly meeting, the one that eats most of my Second Thursdays. The other part involved how various events are suddenly starting to happen again, kicking all the stuff into high gear. I took the train, having managed to get myself a nice commuter pass. I like the train. I don't especially like traveling during peak hours. I'm hoping to find a way to avoid that in my future. I managed to get some spectacular user error, and took the wrong train -- one that didn't stop in Millbrae, and then I didn't realize that the subsequent stop was post-Millbrae, and then expressed all the way to SF. Woops. At which point I had an hour before the return train, which I occupied with a sandwich and yelling at programs -- this time on behalf of Random People From The Internet, rather than myself or my team.
** The artist formerly known as my Junior Researcher is getting a new alias, due to him rather spectacularly no longer being the least in seniority. And he likes to drive fast, and I like quite a bit of the music of Abney Park. The current juniormost researcher may be Researcher Sweatervest or something. Watch me throw names around until one sticks.
norabombay and I started yelling at each other in the comments of her A/B/O primer, which will never not be a source of amusement and delight to me. ( gross canine biology applied to a/b/o ) I <> Nora, or maybe I <3< her -- either way, expect hilariously fond yelling and maybe hatesex if I can find the harness. (In a regular week, I swear to fuck we spend like at least five hours on the phone, modulo schedules. We know each other's wallet names and make a point to hang out every time we're local. We've known each other since like '97.)Today (Wednesday) I took the train, again. No user error, but I think maybe off-peak for evening is a definite plan.
There was a lot of whacking around spreadsheets for planning for some upcoming festivities. I now have a price comparison spreadsheet for pizzas. I'm really pleased with it! Pizza is one of those weird things to compare across providers, because the offers are not horribly standardized. ( Read more... )
Sometimes in the busy swirl of All The Things, you need to enforce a moment to contemplate the ephemeral nature of that which is, and consciously let go of things that you have been carrying around with you but that you do not need. Sometimes in order to make that happen, you have to set up a calendar appointment so you don't get interrupted, and go outside and immerse yourself in natural elements, like sky and wind and earth and trees and fire. At these times, contemplating concrete ways that your life has recently changed or improved might be helpful, to figure out some feelings or cognitive strategies that once were useful, but have since passed into irrelevance.
Assume hilarity with the Renaissance Man as a constant, and you'll probably be correct. I am rediscovering all sorts of delightful anecdotes. Consider Mommie Alice's run-in with a poorly placed concrete pillar. Consider Mommie Alice and the pixy stick. (Right, it was Joshling who uttered the fateful words.)
Finally got the chance to call the BFF tonight. Hilarity with him is also a constant, but more polestar than compass. ( Read more... )
