#cupcake jellybean vodka photo session

22:56 Friday, 10 October, 2014
Today (Friday) was actually kind of good!

( A lot of other days. )

So what with all that going on, I went home not that long after the team meeting, and promptly fell the fuck asleep for a good chunk of evening.

22:42 Monday, 13 October, 2014
Friday: productive with a solid chunk of transcription, and then there was the non-beer-bash gathering of all currently in-state members of #cupcake (R was out of state for a conference), at which all sorts of fun was had. ( jellybeans and vodka, among other funs. )

On Saturday, I headed up into the city for some fabric shopping and millinery. I only burned my finger once on the hot glue!

Sunday was sleep, laundry, and lack of sleep.

Today, I dragged in to work late for lunch, and joined Purple's table as they were winding up. Purple went on in rhapsodic detail about the various synthesizer-related programming he's been working on. I sat and absorbed the delight. He headed back, and I was about to head back as well when phone came through with his lunch, so we chatted a bit.

Aside from the brief 1:1 with my manager, and the exploration of the swag brought back by my Overlady, the day was largely transcription. Purple thought he was going to bail an hour before he actually did, but the new guy needed some orientation, apparently.

If scary bunny masks become the new V-for-Vendetta mask in certain parts of the Valley of the Cloud, don't look at me.

( Culinary reference to arachnids. )

Because the world needed more Thor/Poptart.

adaptationdecay ran Bad Bang 2. I was just going to sit and giggle until norabombay found her poptarts on the pinch-hit list and grabbed me by the ear...

This is deliberate badfic. I do not expect any of you to read it. However, lb and StPatience (who are From The Internet and non-fannish) did in fact read it and then spend a chunk of time quoting their favorite bits back to me... and it is good that they enjoyed it, because they helped with the brainstorming process.

do they have within, The sons of the glorious gods?" - the fic (1693 words) by azurelunatic
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies), Breakfast Pastry (anthropomorphic)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Thor/Breakfast Pastry, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles/Pizza, April O'Neil/Darcy Lewis
Characters: April O'Neil, Darcy Lewis, Thor (Marvel)
Additional Tags: no cylons, even though there are plenty of toasters, idk maybe one of the toasters is really a cylon, maybe one of the toaster pastries was a cylon, maybe you're a cylon, pop tarts, toaster pastries, I tried to get my friend to beta this, but all I got was a lecture about how I was using the wrong cooking product as lube, Not Beta Read, lube/not-lube, Not Lube, Recreational Drug Use, toasterfuck jizzworld
Summary:

In the first Bad Bang, we saw Thor fucking a Pop Tart, while getting reamed by a Ninja Turtle. It was the most erotic thing I ever saw.

But I wanted to give it a sequel. So here is a Pop-Tart, fucking Thor to find out what is with in.

Contains boy kissing, pastires. Don't like don't read.

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Bonus chatlog of the creative process below.

( From #adventuresofstnono )

My tweets

• Mon, 13:37: RT @CAwkward: Get rid of Columbus Day, make Election Day a national holiday, shazam!!! A better USA.
• Tue, 01:07: My fitbit #Fitstats for 10/13/2014: 5,231 steps and 2.3 miles traveled. http://t.co/gFMrr7HEB6
• Tue, 03:47: RT @thatjohn: Airlines breaking wheelchairs — a recurring theme in the comments I’ve received today. And we moaned about guitars. http://t.…
• Tue, 03:52: RT @thatjohn: ICYMI: Airlines are failing our fellow flyers with disabilities and reduced mobility. http://t.co/T8fGopenhx #paxex #avgeek

Chocolate experimentation!

Not great sleep night. I would have said "bad sleep night", but comparatively, just "not great". Dragged myself into work in time for lunch. Got strides made on transcription. Had a research team meeting concerning the future of the 2nd Thursday meetings, which might become six-weekly instead of monthly, or some other such things.

Poor Madam Standards is not having a great week. Her mom is in the hospital. I shared chocolate. (She has taken to coming to my cube with her hands cupped and looking pitiful when she needs chocolate. This is particularly hilarious because she has also attempted to fishmum at me after learning that I am about the age of one of her daughters. #fishmummingtheunfishmummable) And then I discovered that this particular bag of chocolate is a bit the worse for wear, heat-wise. I have thus attempted to make a virtue of the error, and am discovering the worse melted ones by touch, and setting them aside for hot chocolate. I have access to an espresso machine, two sugars, honey, a selection of milks, and whipped cream. This will be delightful. Trial (and error) numbers one and two happened today.

#1: in espresso. Tasty, needs better stirring before the addition of chilling ingredients.
#2: with steamed water straight from the machine. Filled too full, otherwise great. (Filled too full means it's too hot and spilly to move. Errors were compounded. My mouth is slightly uncomfortable, but not actually what I would call 'burned'.)

Still not particularly thrilled with the *) emoticon, which I have begun calling "the asshole smirk" in honor of Breakfast of Champions.

Also made a spreadsheet to possibly calculate the amount of time needed to bang through the transcription, with some variables. I am happy with this, even though it did take away from some possible transcription time. It did help me make the decision about when to bail tonight. I was considering staying longer, but it was too long to just whiz through and I felt I should decide otherwise.

Lunch involved an introduction to a new guy in Purple's department, and a lot of really delightful talk about the weather. It is a nearly universal subject; I am from Alaska, Purple is from Ohio, and the new guy is from the Ukraine.

It was an early night for Purple. He zoomed out after issuing e-hugs.

My manager showed up in my cube bearing hand-me-down chocolates -- they had started out from the Pumped Designer (do I have a proper nickname for him?) and my manager had made a valiant go of them but they were "too intense" for her, so I was the beneficiary. I tried one, and observed it to be on the line of intense/rich such that they are definitely not something where you can have a lot in one sitting. I shall share as I see fit.

I will try to get my laundry sorted and my step count up, and hope to get in bed earlier than previous.

POODLE problems: old browsers which rely on a hella old version of SSL won't be able to use that on Dreamwidth anymore, because of a vulnerability in that version.

Got some work on the costume last night. I have draped the black fabric over the hat, and attached the top half of the beak provisionally, although the edges still need detail work (I was too tired at the time to feel like risking it).

This weekend is the Moffet Field tour. Yay! Must work out logistics.