Less rain this morning.
Lunch involved the guys talking about the genre of gross-out humor movies. I chatted with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sithjawa about important things like cock discipline dealing with aggressive roosters.
Purple attempted to domesticate his beard over the weekend. It has had all week to regain ground. The angle of the sun this afternoon made it look like he had cheek puffs like some of my favorite chickens: http://www.poultryclubsa.co.za/wp-content/uploads/Barbu-DAnvers-6-Small12.jpg This amused me.
Poor Madam Standards was having a hard time with some of the various SaaS; it turned out to be generally woeful and unhappy. Fortunately my documentation was still good, and I could get the party partway started.
lb swung by in hopes of chocolate cake, but that had been at the workplace of another #adventuresofstnono denizen, not me. We walked up to the milkshake dungeon. While we were out chatting, there was a bird commotion. I thought it sounded like a crow having an altercation. We did not see the bird. We did see what looked like a double-wide pigeon on top of the cafeteria. It was a very impressive bird, but wasn't the source of the noise.
I suggested that it could have been a roosting argument in one of the trees, but lb pointed out that if it had been that, there should have been more shaking.
"Yeah, people flying out of the tree from all directions," I mused, having once again blurred the line between bird and human, and who counts as "people".
As we walked back, we encountered R, so we stopped to chat. Then Mr. Zune walked up the path. R continued on a little hike. Mr. Zune headed back to the quad with us. Somehow the discussion got around to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wesley_Willis
I decided that I would wear my festive headdress tomorrow. "Assertively" is not the correct word for the way it conducts its festivity, that being too mild. Mr. Zune was intrigued.
After some more beating my head against my email box, I decided it was time for some holiday cheer. I stretched the little white lights all around the top of my cube. I'd estimated the length pretty much exactly right: the little white lights ended at the top of my whiteboard as planned, and that's where I stretched the color-changing stars with the compatible connector, going over the top and then dripping down the outer edge and being gathered back up to make that edge extra festive with the remaining length. I located a blank bit of power strip, then strategically placed the plug connecting the extension bit to the lights bit so I could get at it easily rather than digging for the plug each time. The effect is pretty festive.
The Dean stopped by, attracted by my lights. He likes the sour cherry balls, though he seems to think they're cinnamon? Perhaps I should get cinnamon things as well. He had an update on the door labeling situation: there are quotes in the works from the actual sign vendor. Woo!
The Dean earwormed me with Abney Park, so I shared the earworm with Purple. I will have to keep an eye out as to when they're next in town, so I can go (and attempt to convince him to come with). He mused that their sound requires too much steam to qualify them for the local amplified-but-allegedly-acoustic concert series (though it would be awesome if it happened).
My cube was very brightly lit. Purple could see it from around the corner as soon as he came in. Switching off everything took a little bit. Purple was reminded a bit of shutting down his audio rig and how that used to be...
Purple parked in the ants yesterday. Alas. We stood around in the parking lot while he tried to let some of them out of the car.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rez came up in discussion, along with the bit where most games with controller-buzzing feedback has that happen when something bad happens, like your character falls off a cliff or catches on fire. An imaginary conversation with a game store sales clerk about games in which the character can catch on fire, ensued...
The light caught one of the cheek puffs, so I giggled, then explained the tangent. That got into some commiseration about how much fun shaving isn't. And then a tangent into how I have not just a friend with condition X, I have binders full (not the phrase he used, which was unmemorable) of friends with condition X.
The head-based knock-on-wood gesture is suitable for any parking lot. The crotch-based knock-on-wood gesture is not suitable for the work parking lot.
When Purple hugs me goodnight, I'm reminded that I really would like the opportunity to curl up next to him on a couch and read while he plays a game, or something.
Tomorrow is the A-Team briefing, so I shan't be about for lunch with Purple and crew.
I sent Sneezy a certain list, de-internetted somewhat. I hope it keeps him entertained while he is out of the office and feeling vaguely miserable.
I did not find the specific festive headband I was thinking of, but there is a different one which is very similar. I have enhanced its previous decking a little, as it had shed a ribbon in the interim.
Lunch involved the guys talking about the genre of gross-out humor movies. I chatted with
sithjawa about important things like Purple attempted to domesticate his beard over the weekend. It has had all week to regain ground. The angle of the sun this afternoon made it look like he had cheek puffs like some of my favorite chickens: http://www.poultryclubsa.co.za/wp-content/uploads/Barbu-DAnvers-6-Small12.jpg This amused me.
Poor Madam Standards was having a hard time with some of the various SaaS; it turned out to be generally woeful and unhappy. Fortunately my documentation was still good, and I could get the party partway started.
lb swung by in hopes of chocolate cake, but that had been at the workplace of another #adventuresofstnono denizen, not me. We walked up to the milkshake dungeon. While we were out chatting, there was a bird commotion. I thought it sounded like a crow having an altercation. We did not see the bird. We did see what looked like a double-wide pigeon on top of the cafeteria. It was a very impressive bird, but wasn't the source of the noise.
I suggested that it could have been a roosting argument in one of the trees, but lb pointed out that if it had been that, there should have been more shaking.
"Yeah, people flying out of the tree from all directions," I mused, having once again blurred the line between bird and human, and who counts as "people".
As we walked back, we encountered R, so we stopped to chat. Then Mr. Zune walked up the path. R continued on a little hike. Mr. Zune headed back to the quad with us. Somehow the discussion got around to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wesley_Willis
I decided that I would wear my festive headdress tomorrow. "Assertively" is not the correct word for the way it conducts its festivity, that being too mild. Mr. Zune was intrigued.
After some more beating my head against my email box, I decided it was time for some holiday cheer. I stretched the little white lights all around the top of my cube. I'd estimated the length pretty much exactly right: the little white lights ended at the top of my whiteboard as planned, and that's where I stretched the color-changing stars with the compatible connector, going over the top and then dripping down the outer edge and being gathered back up to make that edge extra festive with the remaining length. I located a blank bit of power strip, then strategically placed the plug connecting the extension bit to the lights bit so I could get at it easily rather than digging for the plug each time. The effect is pretty festive.
The Dean stopped by, attracted by my lights. He likes the sour cherry balls, though he seems to think they're cinnamon? Perhaps I should get cinnamon things as well. He had an update on the door labeling situation: there are quotes in the works from the actual sign vendor. Woo!
The Dean earwormed me with Abney Park, so I shared the earworm with Purple. I will have to keep an eye out as to when they're next in town, so I can go (and attempt to convince him to come with). He mused that their sound requires too much steam to qualify them for the local amplified-but-allegedly-acoustic concert series (though it would be awesome if it happened).
My cube was very brightly lit. Purple could see it from around the corner as soon as he came in. Switching off everything took a little bit. Purple was reminded a bit of shutting down his audio rig and how that used to be...
Purple parked in the ants yesterday. Alas. We stood around in the parking lot while he tried to let some of them out of the car.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rez came up in discussion, along with the bit where most games with controller-buzzing feedback has that happen when something bad happens, like your character falls off a cliff or catches on fire. An imaginary conversation with a game store sales clerk about games in which the character can catch on fire, ensued...
The light caught one of the cheek puffs, so I giggled, then explained the tangent. That got into some commiseration about how much fun shaving isn't. And then a tangent into how I have not just a friend with condition X, I have binders full (not the phrase he used, which was unmemorable) of friends with condition X.
The head-based knock-on-wood gesture is suitable for any parking lot. The crotch-based knock-on-wood gesture is not suitable for the work parking lot.
When Purple hugs me goodnight, I'm reminded that I really would like the opportunity to curl up next to him on a couch and read while he plays a game, or something.
Tomorrow is the A-Team briefing, so I shan't be about for lunch with Purple and crew.
I sent Sneezy a certain list, de-internetted somewhat. I hope it keeps him entertained while he is out of the office and feeling vaguely miserable.
I did not find the specific festive headband I was thinking of, but there is a different one which is very similar. I have enhanced its previous decking a little, as it had shed a ribbon in the interim.
