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azurelunatic) wrote2010-09-29 11:18 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2010-09-29 11:18 pm
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(old stuff) Sept 5th
Sunday morning early on the 5th, the internet advised me that Seanan McGuire had won the Campbell award for best new author. Hooray! Of course, being up at that hour ... heh. Still trying to reset my sleep schedule, but I did wind up talking with the best friend.
7:43 PM 9/5/2010
I am really going to have to check out graph databases. I was going on about this, and also on about (something he sort of pointed out to me) methods to remove a not-lube from skin after mistaken exposure. And my brain was excitedly babbling on to me about how we would have to make sure that all not-lubes had a way to remove after unhappy exposure, and from various parts of the body. Then I realized he was talking to me again.
"It takes two to tango," he said. I raised an eyebrow. This was random. "Especially when you're talking about data."
The clue dropped. Especially when you're talking about Data. Sexy Data Tango. I giggled madly, unable to do anything else but giggle, lest I open my mouth and propose marriage to him, which would have been a poor reward for his wit.
"Funny," he said. "I thought you would have caught on quicker.
"Unexpected Voltaire is unexpected!" I protested, and then my busily cross-referencing brain pulled in the expected set of cross-references for Voltaire, and I giggled even harder. (No, I don't expect the rest of you to know my cross-references there, though rest assured that if I could tell you, I would.)
7:43 PM 9/5/2010
I am really going to have to check out graph databases. I was going on about this, and also on about (something he sort of pointed out to me) methods to remove a not-lube from skin after mistaken exposure. And my brain was excitedly babbling on to me about how we would have to make sure that all not-lubes had a way to remove after unhappy exposure, and from various parts of the body. Then I realized he was talking to me again.
"It takes two to tango," he said. I raised an eyebrow. This was random. "Especially when you're talking about data."
The clue dropped. Especially when you're talking about Data. Sexy Data Tango. I giggled madly, unable to do anything else but giggle, lest I open my mouth and propose marriage to him, which would have been a poor reward for his wit.
"Funny," he said. "I thought you would have caught on quicker.
"Unexpected Voltaire is unexpected!" I protested, and then my busily cross-referencing brain pulled in the expected set of cross-references for Voltaire, and I giggled even harder. (No, I don't expect the rest of you to know my cross-references there, though rest assured that if I could tell you, I would.)