Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz) 🌺 (
azurelunatic) wrote2006-10-24 01:33 am
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A phrase I overuse: various permutations on "Google is my friend!"
A website I'm constantly on (other than LJ): Yahoo. For my mail.
Most absurd technical question I've ever been asked: "What does an iPod do, anyway?"
Where I go online for my pr0n (or other guilty pleasures): Literotica, Google Image Search, PornoTube; assorted LJ communities with nice steamy fic; assorted searches (Google again!) on favorite pairings; pairing-specific archive sites; fandom-specific archive sites.
Vegemite is kicked out of the US. ...The fuck? The FUCK??!?!!
Ah, an IRC love song. "Boten Anna", by Basshunter.
Defeat the pumpkin! Your Targ will eat its heart!
Dear Jack Thompson, you don't even need help looking like an ass.
Today was the day of the robo-dancing copier. It was a "WTF?" moment. I went over with the papers and the machine said that the print job was not printing; if you want to make copies push the interrupt button. So, after a bit of fumbling around about which one was that, I did so.
And then the copier went nuts, and started making sounds like it was printing but not. I put paper in, as I saw that at least one of the bins was out. No, that did not work. My elder clone's husband, Mr. Site Services, was called into the fray. He, and the power button, prevailed.
That was sort of the highlight of the day. Came in at 9, did the first spreadsheet, got in a dreadful tangle due to paperwork being turned in incorrectly by supervisors (starring Homie G. Super and the double-charged downtime), got help, tried to make copies, got help, made and distributed copies, trained with Obso1337 Manager on more spreadsheets, had lunch, trained with Pink Shirt Guy on more spreadsheets (related to those I'd been working on with Obso1337 Manager) and eventually got released.
Went, gave plasma. Came back home. Checked mail and stuff. Retrieved roommate. Took shower. Realized I had no lunch for tomorrow. Started cooking with crockpots. Spent way too long on that, but got onions cooked down and freezing into flavorful onion ice cubes of "where did my seasonings go?" goodness. My friend has an office-pest who uninvitedly uses the spare chair to bring angst to the office. I suggested a chair-cactus, because nothing says love like an obnoxious cow-orker running screaming from the office holding her butt because of unexpected cactus.
Tomorrow: work. Hope it becomes early bedtime, because OMG I WILL BE THE TIRED.
Concept: window-specific capslock. Even application-specific capslock. It could be useful.
Pink Shirt Guy has a "highlighter of the day". It is the one that matches his shirt. That is his cunning little system. He is totally OCD about some things, and that's quite all right with me.
A website I'm constantly on (other than LJ): Yahoo. For my mail.
Most absurd technical question I've ever been asked: "What does an iPod do, anyway?"
Where I go online for my pr0n (or other guilty pleasures): Literotica, Google Image Search, PornoTube; assorted LJ communities with nice steamy fic; assorted searches (Google again!) on favorite pairings; pairing-specific archive sites; fandom-specific archive sites.
Vegemite is kicked out of the US. ...The fuck? The FUCK??!?!!
Ah, an IRC love song. "Boten Anna", by Basshunter.
Defeat the pumpkin! Your Targ will eat its heart!
Dear Jack Thompson, you don't even need help looking like an ass.
Today was the day of the robo-dancing copier. It was a "WTF?" moment. I went over with the papers and the machine said that the print job was not printing; if you want to make copies push the interrupt button. So, after a bit of fumbling around about which one was that, I did so.
And then the copier went nuts, and started making sounds like it was printing but not. I put paper in, as I saw that at least one of the bins was out. No, that did not work. My elder clone's husband, Mr. Site Services, was called into the fray. He, and the power button, prevailed.
That was sort of the highlight of the day. Came in at 9, did the first spreadsheet, got in a dreadful tangle due to paperwork being turned in incorrectly by supervisors (starring Homie G. Super and the double-charged downtime), got help, tried to make copies, got help, made and distributed copies, trained with Obso1337 Manager on more spreadsheets, had lunch, trained with Pink Shirt Guy on more spreadsheets (related to those I'd been working on with Obso1337 Manager) and eventually got released.
Went, gave plasma. Came back home. Checked mail and stuff. Retrieved roommate. Took shower. Realized I had no lunch for tomorrow. Started cooking with crockpots. Spent way too long on that, but got onions cooked down and freezing into flavorful onion ice cubes of "where did my seasonings go?" goodness. My friend has an office-pest who uninvitedly uses the spare chair to bring angst to the office. I suggested a chair-cactus, because nothing says love like an obnoxious cow-orker running screaming from the office holding her butt because of unexpected cactus.
Tomorrow: work. Hope it becomes early bedtime, because OMG I WILL BE THE TIRED.
Concept: window-specific capslock. Even application-specific capslock. It could be useful.
Pink Shirt Guy has a "highlighter of the day". It is the one that matches his shirt. That is his cunning little system. He is totally OCD about some things, and that's quite all right with me.
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It's owned and manufactured by KRAFT and has been since 1935.
I guess Kraft must of missed a payment to the FDA committee members and this is thier punishment.
I think they should fight it, because they add folic acid to ORANGE JUICE here, not just bread and cereal...so they should recall all the orange juice and forbid it being on the shelves as well.
What a load of crap. I'm not fond of it myself, tried it once and thought it tasted like ass, but would be willing to retry it, especially in light of the fact my bloodwork showed much to low b vitamins and now the doctor wants to start giving me shots...hmm...maybe the drug company that makes vitamn B shots paid more than kraft.....
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