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He's Got a Little List.
Feb. 21st, 2015 03:56 amIt was an early lunch day for Purple (as he is filling in for some teammates who are out-of-state, because somebody's got to teach the class), so I had lunch with bits of my team. That was fun; the Stage Manager's company in particular is great. (Later I sent him a link to a particularly sarcastic coffee cup I thought would be up his alley. It was.)
It turns out that not including the things of other people's which I'm keeping a side-eye on, I have 95 tickets in the new helldesk system which are in a non-closed state. I know this because the first page is 100 items, and I sorted by status. Closed falls to the bottom. There were 5 closed tickets on the first page.
Beer bash was Lunar New Year themed. There is always a big celebration, with costumes, dancing, music, and a general good time had by all. I walked down with Purple and some of the guys. radius joined us briefly. The guy on the emergency team stopped by to chat. My friend over thattaway said hello, as did one of her teammates, the tall soft-spoken gamerdude. Lennon Glasses Guy showed up.
Eventually as things cleared out, I spotted that one of the benches had cleared. I claimed it in the name of ... well, myself, I guess. Purple and Lennon Glasses Guy followed. The Dean wandered over. He always does so much for these things. I hugged him enthusiastically enough that his sneakers cleared the ground by maybe a foot. We talked about movie night plans. As he bounced off through the crowd like a pinball, I could hear in his wake one of his people start explaining the premise of "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep" to the other. Heh.
As Purple and I walked back, the newest member of my team waved at me. I waved back. Then she waved again, possibly at Purple, who had been teaching a session of Hella New Graduate Bootcamp which she'd shown interest in, but since there is not much on that thing for a front end person to do, he had regretfully told her same. (As stringing your front-end people along often offends.)
The sunset was beautiful. We stared up at the sky for a while. Unfortunately, I should not have been attempting to move while staring up at the sky, and my equilibrium informed me that I would be sitting down with some immediacy. Fortunately, there was a bench right there. I maneuvered over to it and sat down with very little ceremony. Purple had been under the impression that my descent was far less well-piloted than it actually was, and had been impressed that I had navigated backwards with that amount of accuracy while minus that amount of balance. We waited for a bit, and looked at the excellent sliver of a moon and Venus nearby.
There were various things which needed wrapping up. I came back to discover that someone, possibly the Stage Manager, had turned off the Beacon. It was, after all, the weekend, and while my enigmatic whiteboard declared that I had not yet left, my cube did look somewhat like I was gone. So when Purple came to walk out with me later, there was nothing left for him to turn off.
I'd asked Purple what his time to leave looked like, and let him know that despite the delicious food at the party, I was going to be ravenously hungry in about an hour and a half. He wasn't, and had already declined dinner. So we had nowhere in particular to go. In the parking lot, we chatted of many things!
It's lovely to be having more grown-up conversations with the fishie. Sometimes this results in swearing about fishie's mother to Purple. Tonight I'd explained to fishie my thoughts on body-birth as applies to me. I was twenty when I resolved the thing which had me determined to never have a child. Absent that,I would be willing to consider the possibility with the right partner who was actively interested in children, given the following caveats: ( Read more... ). But other than those little issues! So I rehashed that to Purple, and then we got on gender and how both of us had basically infinitesimal amounts of gender-role-policing at home (and then I entered public school). And the gender of inanimate objects. And that scene in Something About Mary, and how actually hair gel? Often kinda crusty when it dries, if it's bad hair gel. And Doing Polyamory Wrong and how toothpaste is better than hotsauce for certain obnoxious applications.
If I'm not lucky, the dudes will come to look at my launderizer while I'm asleep. This is a matter of unluckiness because knocking on my door is a great way to wake me up in a panic. Fortunately, the vast majority of my pajamas are things that I can answer the door while wearing.
I'm still apartment-stressing a bit. Purple asked innocently whether roommates were an option, and oh lord the baggage that unloaded. (Long story very short: I'm not really friends with my last ex-roommates anymore, and I'm pretty convinced that the greater burden of fuckup was on me.) He pulled me over to him and patted me on the shoulder while I stuck my face under his arm like Calico for a bit.
So while we were discussing points about which I am emotionally vulnerable, I told him about the thing I didn't tell him about in front of his not!boyfriend, which involves both a phobia I have and the most likely origin. "So if I suddenly change the topic if [phobia]* comes up, that's why," I told him. Purple immediately apologized for having made me do so in the past, even though to the best of my memory it's been, like, once. He then started attempting to mention that he has a problem (not phobia-level, but a problem) with the same topic; I managed to verbally collide with him, and mentioned that I was aware of the kink for this which exists.
Purple had not heard about this kink.
Purple is generally pretty chill about hearing about the existence of, and general presence in his friends' lives, of sexual practices and/or kinks which he himself has zero to negative interest in experiencing or exploring. (Though there is such a thing as Way Too Much Personal Information.) He does, however, have a list of things where if he hears you are into them, he's not sure he can be friends with you anymore. That list is pretty short. ( The first two items on the list. ) Those are the main two that he has a moral objection to; most of the rest is more a WHAT NO EWW instant squick reaction from the parts of his brain he doesn't get much of a say over.
That kink has now gone on Purple's OMFG NO list.
* I'm not naming what exactly it is in public for a couple reasons. ( Read more... )
That had got us off emotional vulnerability into hilarious directions, and we got into our cars. (Purple hit himself in the shin with his car door, occasioning some swearing.) I was starting Vash up when I saw Purple stop and get out of his car. So I turned Vash off and kept him company while he re-inflated his tire. He's been having some car-stress, and the tire's been the tip of the iceberg. Woe.
I was only about an hour off on my estimation, because we'd been hanging out chatting in the parking lot so long. I dropped in the grocery store for bread and eggs and a bit of produce, because I had enough energy to cook. And lo, it was good, and there are leftovers for morning.
It turns out that not including the things of other people's which I'm keeping a side-eye on, I have 95 tickets in the new helldesk system which are in a non-closed state. I know this because the first page is 100 items, and I sorted by status. Closed falls to the bottom. There were 5 closed tickets on the first page.
Beer bash was Lunar New Year themed. There is always a big celebration, with costumes, dancing, music, and a general good time had by all. I walked down with Purple and some of the guys. radius joined us briefly. The guy on the emergency team stopped by to chat. My friend over thattaway said hello, as did one of her teammates, the tall soft-spoken gamerdude. Lennon Glasses Guy showed up.
Eventually as things cleared out, I spotted that one of the benches had cleared. I claimed it in the name of ... well, myself, I guess. Purple and Lennon Glasses Guy followed. The Dean wandered over. He always does so much for these things. I hugged him enthusiastically enough that his sneakers cleared the ground by maybe a foot. We talked about movie night plans. As he bounced off through the crowd like a pinball, I could hear in his wake one of his people start explaining the premise of "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep" to the other. Heh.
As Purple and I walked back, the newest member of my team waved at me. I waved back. Then she waved again, possibly at Purple, who had been teaching a session of Hella New Graduate Bootcamp which she'd shown interest in, but since there is not much on that thing for a front end person to do, he had regretfully told her same. (As stringing your front-end people along often offends.)
The sunset was beautiful. We stared up at the sky for a while. Unfortunately, I should not have been attempting to move while staring up at the sky, and my equilibrium informed me that I would be sitting down with some immediacy. Fortunately, there was a bench right there. I maneuvered over to it and sat down with very little ceremony. Purple had been under the impression that my descent was far less well-piloted than it actually was, and had been impressed that I had navigated backwards with that amount of accuracy while minus that amount of balance. We waited for a bit, and looked at the excellent sliver of a moon and Venus nearby.
There were various things which needed wrapping up. I came back to discover that someone, possibly the Stage Manager, had turned off the Beacon. It was, after all, the weekend, and while my enigmatic whiteboard declared that I had not yet left, my cube did look somewhat like I was gone. So when Purple came to walk out with me later, there was nothing left for him to turn off.
I'd asked Purple what his time to leave looked like, and let him know that despite the delicious food at the party, I was going to be ravenously hungry in about an hour and a half. He wasn't, and had already declined dinner. So we had nowhere in particular to go. In the parking lot, we chatted of many things!
It's lovely to be having more grown-up conversations with the fishie. Sometimes this results in swearing about fishie's mother to Purple. Tonight I'd explained to fishie my thoughts on body-birth as applies to me. I was twenty when I resolved the thing which had me determined to never have a child. Absent that,I would be willing to consider the possibility with the right partner who was actively interested in children, given the following caveats: ( Read more... ). But other than those little issues! So I rehashed that to Purple, and then we got on gender and how both of us had basically infinitesimal amounts of gender-role-policing at home (and then I entered public school). And the gender of inanimate objects. And that scene in Something About Mary, and how actually hair gel? Often kinda crusty when it dries, if it's bad hair gel. And Doing Polyamory Wrong and how toothpaste is better than hotsauce for certain obnoxious applications.
If I'm not lucky, the dudes will come to look at my launderizer while I'm asleep. This is a matter of unluckiness because knocking on my door is a great way to wake me up in a panic. Fortunately, the vast majority of my pajamas are things that I can answer the door while wearing.
I'm still apartment-stressing a bit. Purple asked innocently whether roommates were an option, and oh lord the baggage that unloaded. (Long story very short: I'm not really friends with my last ex-roommates anymore, and I'm pretty convinced that the greater burden of fuckup was on me.) He pulled me over to him and patted me on the shoulder while I stuck my face under his arm like Calico for a bit.
So while we were discussing points about which I am emotionally vulnerable, I told him about the thing I didn't tell him about in front of his not!boyfriend, which involves both a phobia I have and the most likely origin. "So if I suddenly change the topic if [phobia]* comes up, that's why," I told him. Purple immediately apologized for having made me do so in the past, even though to the best of my memory it's been, like, once. He then started attempting to mention that he has a problem (not phobia-level, but a problem) with the same topic; I managed to verbally collide with him, and mentioned that I was aware of the kink for this which exists.
Purple had not heard about this kink.
Purple is generally pretty chill about hearing about the existence of, and general presence in his friends' lives, of sexual practices and/or kinks which he himself has zero to negative interest in experiencing or exploring. (Though there is such a thing as Way Too Much Personal Information.) He does, however, have a list of things where if he hears you are into them, he's not sure he can be friends with you anymore. That list is pretty short. ( The first two items on the list. ) Those are the main two that he has a moral objection to; most of the rest is more a WHAT NO EWW instant squick reaction from the parts of his brain he doesn't get much of a say over.
That kink has now gone on Purple's OMFG NO list.
* I'm not naming what exactly it is in public for a couple reasons. ( Read more... )
That had got us off emotional vulnerability into hilarious directions, and we got into our cars. (Purple hit himself in the shin with his car door, occasioning some swearing.) I was starting Vash up when I saw Purple stop and get out of his car. So I turned Vash off and kept him company while he re-inflated his tire. He's been having some car-stress, and the tire's been the tip of the iceberg. Woe.
I was only about an hour off on my estimation, because we'd been hanging out chatting in the parking lot so long. I dropped in the grocery store for bread and eggs and a bit of produce, because I had enough energy to cook. And lo, it was good, and there are leftovers for morning.
