Highlights from the day
Nov. 10th, 2015 12:39 amWaking up to the sound of an angry UPS, the lack of sound of a bedside fan, the rumble of thunder outside, and then the grim light of a rebooted television. I went back to sleep after a bit, but not quite enough...
My natural sleep schedule is beginning to reassert itself against the meds. We're hoping that it will keep a good balance.
This weekend's hobbies included haulin' stuff around in preparation for rearranging the apartment, in preparation for Fishie's trip back to California over winter break. We expect that she and her BFF will come hide here when her mom gets to be Too Much. I shall lay in a supply of almond butter.
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kaberett hosted a wildly productive Dreamwidth Hack Weekend in London, and several of us played along from home. I learned more about the translation system than I really wanted to know, and introduced ![[github.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/profile_icons/github.png)
sgsabbage to some of its eldritch horrors as well. All that having wrapped up, I was poking about the spamwhacking stuff this morning and found something unexpected and odd ... which turned out to be a bug. Happily it only affects spamwhackers directly! "Funny AND horrifying!" is about right.
Looked for fuzzy sweatshirt in closet. Did not find fuzzy sweatshirt in closet. Pouted some.
Wore socks to work, because it was cold.
Removed socks while at work, because they were tight.
norabombay's new job means that our schedules are out of sync again during the weekday. I may or may not be running low on podcasts.
Lunch was with Purple & co.; as it was raining, not only were we inside, but everyone was. We collected around a pair of smaller tables. The banana bread/fruitcake had probable walnuts. Purple and I have the same walnut intolerance.
There are Events ensuing, and somehow I'm the one who knows what to do about that. Hooray expertise!
Got a decent chunk of mailing done.
I'm starting to have allergic reactions to my birth name. Granted, some of it may be premenstrual dysphoria and catastrophizing, but Ari reminds us to ride the flux. I am making inquiries at work related to preferred name display. (I must also write up the name-related horror story that someone I know encountered, but that's for another entry.)
When I was ready to leave, my bathroom had the night janitor in there, so I wandered over to Purple's building instead. He was still wrapping up, so I took apart my pomegranate and explained the specific discouraging nitpicky tone that I used to use in LJ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
suggestions and how I recognized it, then the turning point where I started to feel the "yes and" spirit thanks to Dreamwidth and perhaps clicker training chickens, and the subsequent clash of worldviews and eventual brandy-and-knife-in-the-attic moment. (Memory. Chapters 6 and 7. All the content notes. I found it comforting at the time to know that Miles had been there before me.)
I also explained how I took apart pomegranates, and shared some with Purple. It was a good pomegranate, and there were a lot of seeds.
On our way out, we walked through a weird-smelling patch of air, and suddenly we were sniffing up and down the sidewalk and calling security, because there was a small natural gas leak somewhere. (Security came while Purple was checking his tires; I met the night supervisor.) Security smelled it too, but couldn't track it down. A Facilities ticket will ensue.
Tonight's topic of discussion included TVs And Monitors We Have Transported Up And Down Stairs. ViewSonic beats Sony, because Sony doesn't believe in square corners or anything you can grab on to. One helpful use of large tits and/or belly is a shelf upon which to carry a heavy CRT unit.
I finally located the fuzzy sweatshirt I was looking for, and it may make an appearance tomorrow. (Tomorrow, Purple is hightailing it off to his HOA meeting early in the evening.)
My natural sleep schedule is beginning to reassert itself against the meds. We're hoping that it will keep a good balance.
This weekend's hobbies included haulin' stuff around in preparation for rearranging the apartment, in preparation for Fishie's trip back to California over winter break. We expect that she and her BFF will come hide here when her mom gets to be Too Much. I shall lay in a supply of almond butter.
kaberett hosted a wildly productive Dreamwidth Hack Weekend in London, and several of us played along from home. I learned more about the translation system than I really wanted to know, and introduced sgsabbage to some of its eldritch horrors as well. All that having wrapped up, I was poking about the spamwhacking stuff this morning and found something unexpected and odd ... which turned out to be a bug. Happily it only affects spamwhackers directly! "Funny AND horrifying!" is about right. Looked for fuzzy sweatshirt in closet. Did not find fuzzy sweatshirt in closet. Pouted some.
Wore socks to work, because it was cold.
Removed socks while at work, because they were tight.
norabombay's new job means that our schedules are out of sync again during the weekday. I may or may not be running low on podcasts. Lunch was with Purple & co.; as it was raining, not only were we inside, but everyone was. We collected around a pair of smaller tables. The banana bread/fruitcake had probable walnuts. Purple and I have the same walnut intolerance.
There are Events ensuing, and somehow I'm the one who knows what to do about that. Hooray expertise!
Got a decent chunk of mailing done.
I'm starting to have allergic reactions to my birth name. Granted, some of it may be premenstrual dysphoria and catastrophizing, but Ari reminds us to ride the flux. I am making inquiries at work related to preferred name display. (I must also write up the name-related horror story that someone I know encountered, but that's for another entry.)
When I was ready to leave, my bathroom had the night janitor in there, so I wandered over to Purple's building instead. He was still wrapping up, so I took apart my pomegranate and explained the specific discouraging nitpicky tone that I used to use in LJ
suggestions and how I recognized it, then the turning point where I started to feel the "yes and" spirit thanks to Dreamwidth and perhaps clicker training chickens, and the subsequent clash of worldviews and eventual brandy-and-knife-in-the-attic moment. (Memory. Chapters 6 and 7. All the content notes. I found it comforting at the time to know that Miles had been there before me.) I also explained how I took apart pomegranates, and shared some with Purple. It was a good pomegranate, and there were a lot of seeds.
On our way out, we walked through a weird-smelling patch of air, and suddenly we were sniffing up and down the sidewalk and calling security, because there was a small natural gas leak somewhere. (Security came while Purple was checking his tires; I met the night supervisor.) Security smelled it too, but couldn't track it down. A Facilities ticket will ensue.
Tonight's topic of discussion included TVs And Monitors We Have Transported Up And Down Stairs. ViewSonic beats Sony, because Sony doesn't believe in square corners or anything you can grab on to. One helpful use of large tits and/or belly is a shelf upon which to carry a heavy CRT unit.
I finally located the fuzzy sweatshirt I was looking for, and it may make an appearance tomorrow. (Tomorrow, Purple is hightailing it off to his HOA meeting early in the evening.)
