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- Fri, 11:22: Despite immense shared reading history, Purple's book rec to me is 0 for 1. Think the story of a guy who's less likeable than @HarriedWizard
- Fri, 11:24: (No offense intended, @HarriedWizard , you're just not always the easiest guy to get along with, especially if it's a bad day.) </ul
Mar. 28th, 2014
At least Harry isn't King Shitlord.
Mar. 28th, 2014 10:11 pmI'm exhausted, but I'll try to sum up my day, because I do better when I do that than otherwise.
Got to work at variations on fuck o'clock. Sat down and finished the book. Didn't much like it, which disheartened me because Purple had recommended it especially. The writing was solid, except for where the Othering got loud (most of it) and the protagonist was a giant dickbag with his heart ostensibly in the right place, just manpain.
We did practice scenarios in the class. There was fake blood. It was awesome.
The coherence/orientation questions where people get asked their name, some of the assumptions in the room made me go "...huh." Because I spend time around people whose names don't match their paperwork. And then someone said, "Well, their name's going to match their badge, right?" and I said, "Uh." And a few increasingly baffled questions later, I explained that no, it was just that my badge has my legal name, which I use at work and nowhere else. I didn't get further into it than that. Though if I were non-coherent enough to not realize that I was at work and that I should be using my wallet name in this context, I would be out of it enough to genuinely require medical attention. But if you knew from the name tag that the guy was named John Watson, and he said his name was Johnny, you might figure the guy's a little fuzzy but he at least knows who he is. If you look at my nametag, you might wonder "'As' what? As you like it? As the world turns? Someone's not at all on this planet."
I have a shiny new badge decoration. I showed it to Mr. Zune and we high-fived. He has a matching one. I think the entirety of #cupcake would make useful emergency team folks, although not all of them have that kind of spare time.
The drills turned my legs to jelly. The shuttle ride back to my end of campus didn't help much either -- at least one of the vehicles doing the shuttle run is a large and high passenger van. The shuttle stops don't have steps up. This time I hopped in with some energy and a surprising lack of involvement with my cane. That did, however, convince my legs that maybe they weren't doing anything more complicated this afternoon.
I dropped the book on Purple's desk. He asked me how I liked it. I explained the problem. He allowed as how he hadn't read it for quite some time, and wasn't reading it with that in mind when he was -- he was just so thrilled about HARD-BOILED DETECTIVE IN BOOK UPDATED FOR THE 80s that he turned that part of his critical-reading apparatus off. "So I didn't care whether the character was a king shitlord," he concluded. That made me feel better.
I did stuff when I got back to my desk. Then I realized that my energy reserves were pitifully low, and that I didn't have any beef jerky in my drawers. So I asked the internet to bring me food. It obliged. I continued to wade through my email, and ate food. Eventually I tottered over to Purple's office and we were exhausted together. Instead of poking each other, we just said "poke" wearily. "But you're all the way over there!" "And *you're* all the way over *there*!"
I reached out with the crook of my cane to try and pull his chair closer to me, but inertia. "Inertia," I complained.
"Friction!" he complained.
"Veterinary supplies!" I said mournfully, thinking of the buckets of J-Lube that would make the process of pulling him this-a-way easier.
That broke things up giggling.
I mentioned that I had hair envy, or gender envy, or something. He can wear his hair loose and it can be Serious Engineer Hair, and nobody cares. He suggested that maybe I could be an engineer, and then I could have Engineer Hair all day long too. That made me feel better.
Things I should/am doing tomorrow include:
* that thing with the security thing
* those three other things
* laundry
* dishes
* hauling around recycling
* fun with Tif
Got to work at variations on fuck o'clock. Sat down and finished the book. Didn't much like it, which disheartened me because Purple had recommended it especially. The writing was solid, except for where the Othering got loud (most of it) and the protagonist was a giant dickbag with his heart ostensibly in the right place, just manpain.
We did practice scenarios in the class. There was fake blood. It was awesome.
The coherence/orientation questions where people get asked their name, some of the assumptions in the room made me go "...huh." Because I spend time around people whose names don't match their paperwork. And then someone said, "Well, their name's going to match their badge, right?" and I said, "Uh." And a few increasingly baffled questions later, I explained that no, it was just that my badge has my legal name, which I use at work and nowhere else. I didn't get further into it than that. Though if I were non-coherent enough to not realize that I was at work and that I should be using my wallet name in this context, I would be out of it enough to genuinely require medical attention. But if you knew from the name tag that the guy was named John Watson, and he said his name was Johnny, you might figure the guy's a little fuzzy but he at least knows who he is. If you look at my nametag, you might wonder "'As' what? As you like it? As the world turns? Someone's not at all on this planet."
I have a shiny new badge decoration. I showed it to Mr. Zune and we high-fived. He has a matching one. I think the entirety of #cupcake would make useful emergency team folks, although not all of them have that kind of spare time.
The drills turned my legs to jelly. The shuttle ride back to my end of campus didn't help much either -- at least one of the vehicles doing the shuttle run is a large and high passenger van. The shuttle stops don't have steps up. This time I hopped in with some energy and a surprising lack of involvement with my cane. That did, however, convince my legs that maybe they weren't doing anything more complicated this afternoon.
I dropped the book on Purple's desk. He asked me how I liked it. I explained the problem. He allowed as how he hadn't read it for quite some time, and wasn't reading it with that in mind when he was -- he was just so thrilled about HARD-BOILED DETECTIVE IN BOOK UPDATED FOR THE 80s that he turned that part of his critical-reading apparatus off. "So I didn't care whether the character was a king shitlord," he concluded. That made me feel better.
I did stuff when I got back to my desk. Then I realized that my energy reserves were pitifully low, and that I didn't have any beef jerky in my drawers. So I asked the internet to bring me food. It obliged. I continued to wade through my email, and ate food. Eventually I tottered over to Purple's office and we were exhausted together. Instead of poking each other, we just said "poke" wearily. "But you're all the way over there!" "And *you're* all the way over *there*!"
I reached out with the crook of my cane to try and pull his chair closer to me, but inertia. "Inertia," I complained.
"Friction!" he complained.
"Veterinary supplies!" I said mournfully, thinking of the buckets of J-Lube that would make the process of pulling him this-a-way easier.
That broke things up giggling.
I mentioned that I had hair envy, or gender envy, or something. He can wear his hair loose and it can be Serious Engineer Hair, and nobody cares. He suggested that maybe I could be an engineer, and then I could have Engineer Hair all day long too. That made me feel better.
Things I should/am doing tomorrow include:
* that thing with the security thing
* those three other things
* laundry
* dishes
* hauling around recycling
* fun with Tif