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23:47 Monday, 01 December, 2014
There are helldesk software shenanigans. The rollout doesn't seem to have gone super perfectly.
00:34 Wednesday, 03 December, 2014
Rain!! It is good to have rain here. Other Bay Area denizens are not quite sure what to do with this wet stuff falling from the sky. Various teammates decided that they would be taking all their morning meetings from home until the commute from SF unclogged somewhat.
Purple made the call for lunch a little later than the 12:30 usual. I didn't have anything to wrap up at that moment other than locking my workstation, so it took me a shorter time than usual to hit the cafeteria. I popped up in the grill line right behind Lennon Glasses Guy, who had clearly been standing there for a bit, as his chicken was looking nice and grilled on the grill. Then I saw Purple breeze past, looking a little darker and harder to spot than usual because he was wearing his jacket inside (because rain).
"Hey, have you seen [Purple] today?" Lennon Glasses Guy asked, about five seconds later.
"Yeah, he's right over there," I said. Heh.
We ate inside, because of the rain. One of the guys had snagged us a table in the part of the cafeteria we usually don't venture into, partly because it's usually pretty crowded and there are a lot of us, but the main area had all the long tables claimed, so this was our best bet.
Purple asked one of the guys on our end of the table if he'd like to join the crew that was headed for Mockingjay 1, but he'd already seen it that weekend. Purple inquired after how it was, without excess spoilers; the guy had been pleased by its general fidelity to the spirit of the book. Purple has friends -- well, he has acquaintances -- who will cheerfully supply spoilers a-plenty.
The gingersnaps have been disappearing. Brutus Cochin apparently loves gingersnaps. Hmf. (Other people have been trying them also. Had they still been uneaten, I'd have thrown the rest of them out, but as it stands I'll see what's there tomorrow.)
Had to explain the provenance of the jacket to Brutus and the Party Commandant, who had heard about the lab-stealing shenanigans.
radius is not having a super great time with the helpdesk rollout. He's not got some of the same things I have, and That Incoherent Twit hasn't been helping much.
One of the guys on a team whose IRC channel is publicly logged internally, and is often full of fun stuff like a debate about whose stare is creepier, Jimmy Wales in that Wikipedia donation campaign, or the "new" (~2010) Frank the Goat 404, has been having a hard time with some stuff. Stuff which requires the high-speed application of nerf. I of course had in my cube a sawed-off pool noodle, because that's the sort of thing that I keep around. I found a sheet of paper with one blank side and nothing sensitive on the other side, and that I didn't particularly need anymore, and wrote:
"Interoffice Delivery - Weird Size Parcel" and the usual sorts of columns that one gets on those envelopes. I filled them out. Then I wrote "LART" on the sawed-off pool noodle, and wrapped the delivery form around the LART. The delivery guy (who I carefully keep supplied with candy and shoot the breeze with) was still there. I handed over the weird size parcel. He gleefully declared that he wanted to see the guy's face. Heh.
Purple recruited R to join us at the movie. We headed out with what we thought would be plenty of time. I got caught in a traffic jam which eventually involved a fire truck coming up behind; I detoured after that, and got there with some delay. Purple and R and Mr. Antisocial Butterfly were already there. I fetched popcorn while they saved me a seat. Unfortunately the seat they saved was in the middle of the house (though there was no one else in that aisle). I left a seat between me and Mr. Antisocial Butterfly because I don't know him quite that well yet, though he did take me up on my offer to share popcorn a bit, and he very thoughtfully handed me napkins.
Movie was good. It did not set off too many of my ( possibly spoily ) triggers, which was one of the possibilities for Mockingjay. (Catching Fire, the book, sets off Shawn-related surveillance triggers. It's a fun series for me to read.)
Mr. Antisocial Butterfly and Purple and R and I stood around talking for a while after the movie, then we all wandered carward. By a happy (and actually unplanned) happenstance, Purple and I had parked in the same row, so we stood chatting a while longer. It was only sprinkling a little. We saw two guys walk up, collect googlebikes from where some were parked, and wander off; we saw them bike past, dinging their bells, then we saw them walking back, carrying what appeared to be burritos.
Since Purple hasn't read the books, he had some other ideas for what might happen. ( Read more... )
Since I had not read the refrigerator (something that I keep getting on Purple about, as there's often news about events there) I hadn't realized what tomorrow's shenanigans are all about. My bad! Purple will probably keep teasing me about that forever. He does get heads-up via email that I don't get, as I am not among the anointed. Previously some of these things were making their way into my life via my erstwhile Overlady's calendar, but after I got helpdesk to turn off her broken calendar because I kept getting the invites for it even after her email address went away, of course that was no longer an option. (Oh, IT. Is there anything you can't make somewhat worse?)
Me knocking on my head for "knock on wood" resulted in dick jokes, and discussions of the logistics of owning an OEM dick and wearing pants. Apparently tight jeans and boxers can result in pinching. The more you know!
This year's "Poultry Slam" episode of This American Life promises that no poultry was harmed in the making of the episode. This implies that while there might be animal peril, there would not be animal harm. That is kind of incorrect -- Act 2 is about police shooting and killing a turkey which was terrorizing a neighborhood, and Act 3 is about the attempt to naturally raise meat geese to think that they're wild. I would have been 100% okay with the entire episode without the assurances at the beginning, but since that assurance was there, I wanted to let the internet know that it is in fact a lie, and the turkey bit is actually kind of grisly.
There are helldesk software shenanigans. The rollout doesn't seem to have gone super perfectly.
00:34 Wednesday, 03 December, 2014
Rain!! It is good to have rain here. Other Bay Area denizens are not quite sure what to do with this wet stuff falling from the sky. Various teammates decided that they would be taking all their morning meetings from home until the commute from SF unclogged somewhat.
Purple made the call for lunch a little later than the 12:30 usual. I didn't have anything to wrap up at that moment other than locking my workstation, so it took me a shorter time than usual to hit the cafeteria. I popped up in the grill line right behind Lennon Glasses Guy, who had clearly been standing there for a bit, as his chicken was looking nice and grilled on the grill. Then I saw Purple breeze past, looking a little darker and harder to spot than usual because he was wearing his jacket inside (because rain).
"Hey, have you seen [Purple] today?" Lennon Glasses Guy asked, about five seconds later.
"Yeah, he's right over there," I said. Heh.
We ate inside, because of the rain. One of the guys had snagged us a table in the part of the cafeteria we usually don't venture into, partly because it's usually pretty crowded and there are a lot of us, but the main area had all the long tables claimed, so this was our best bet.
Purple asked one of the guys on our end of the table if he'd like to join the crew that was headed for Mockingjay 1, but he'd already seen it that weekend. Purple inquired after how it was, without excess spoilers; the guy had been pleased by its general fidelity to the spirit of the book. Purple has friends -- well, he has acquaintances -- who will cheerfully supply spoilers a-plenty.
The gingersnaps have been disappearing. Brutus Cochin apparently loves gingersnaps. Hmf. (Other people have been trying them also. Had they still been uneaten, I'd have thrown the rest of them out, but as it stands I'll see what's there tomorrow.)
Had to explain the provenance of the jacket to Brutus and the Party Commandant, who had heard about the lab-stealing shenanigans.
radius is not having a super great time with the helpdesk rollout. He's not got some of the same things I have, and That Incoherent Twit hasn't been helping much.
One of the guys on a team whose IRC channel is publicly logged internally, and is often full of fun stuff like a debate about whose stare is creepier, Jimmy Wales in that Wikipedia donation campaign, or the "new" (~2010) Frank the Goat 404, has been having a hard time with some stuff. Stuff which requires the high-speed application of nerf. I of course had in my cube a sawed-off pool noodle, because that's the sort of thing that I keep around. I found a sheet of paper with one blank side and nothing sensitive on the other side, and that I didn't particularly need anymore, and wrote:
"Interoffice Delivery - Weird Size Parcel" and the usual sorts of columns that one gets on those envelopes. I filled them out. Then I wrote "LART" on the sawed-off pool noodle, and wrapped the delivery form around the LART. The delivery guy (who I carefully keep supplied with candy and shoot the breeze with) was still there. I handed over the weird size parcel. He gleefully declared that he wanted to see the guy's face. Heh.
Purple recruited R to join us at the movie. We headed out with what we thought would be plenty of time. I got caught in a traffic jam which eventually involved a fire truck coming up behind; I detoured after that, and got there with some delay. Purple and R and Mr. Antisocial Butterfly were already there. I fetched popcorn while they saved me a seat. Unfortunately the seat they saved was in the middle of the house (though there was no one else in that aisle). I left a seat between me and Mr. Antisocial Butterfly because I don't know him quite that well yet, though he did take me up on my offer to share popcorn a bit, and he very thoughtfully handed me napkins.
Movie was good. It did not set off too many of my ( possibly spoily ) triggers, which was one of the possibilities for Mockingjay. (Catching Fire, the book, sets off Shawn-related surveillance triggers. It's a fun series for me to read.)
Mr. Antisocial Butterfly and Purple and R and I stood around talking for a while after the movie, then we all wandered carward. By a happy (and actually unplanned) happenstance, Purple and I had parked in the same row, so we stood chatting a while longer. It was only sprinkling a little. We saw two guys walk up, collect googlebikes from where some were parked, and wander off; we saw them bike past, dinging their bells, then we saw them walking back, carrying what appeared to be burritos.
Since Purple hasn't read the books, he had some other ideas for what might happen. ( Read more... )
Since I had not read the refrigerator (something that I keep getting on Purple about, as there's often news about events there) I hadn't realized what tomorrow's shenanigans are all about. My bad! Purple will probably keep teasing me about that forever. He does get heads-up via email that I don't get, as I am not among the anointed. Previously some of these things were making their way into my life via my erstwhile Overlady's calendar, but after I got helpdesk to turn off her broken calendar because I kept getting the invites for it even after her email address went away, of course that was no longer an option. (Oh, IT. Is there anything you can't make somewhat worse?)
Me knocking on my head for "knock on wood" resulted in dick jokes, and discussions of the logistics of owning an OEM dick and wearing pants. Apparently tight jeans and boxers can result in pinching. The more you know!
This year's "Poultry Slam" episode of This American Life promises that no poultry was harmed in the making of the episode. This implies that while there might be animal peril, there would not be animal harm. That is kind of incorrect -- Act 2 is about police shooting and killing a turkey which was terrorizing a neighborhood, and Act 3 is about the attempt to naturally raise meat geese to think that they're wild. I would have been 100% okay with the entire episode without the assurances at the beginning, but since that assurance was there, I wanted to let the internet know that it is in fact a lie, and the turkey bit is actually kind of grisly.
