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azurelunatic) wrote2013-12-24 03:50 am
azurelunatic) wrote2013-12-24 03:50 am
assorted items
The tips of my hair are still blue enough that when I was playing with my braid in the Renaissance Man's office, sitting against the window, he noticed the blue halo and had to check to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, which could have been a possibility. He's not sure he'd be able to get away with interesting colored hair (despite what sounds like a secret liking for the idea) as he has not been cultivating the same sort of physically as well as personally wacky reputation as I have been.
In the absence of many of the department folks, I have been poking helpdesk with a stick for escalations. Hee, hee, hee.
I have heard some of lb's thoughts on chocolate, happy funtime word games, and deep-dish pizza. He is a Chicago dude.
I have been wandering through the wacky depths of my email box. Oi.
Super-fun topics that the Renaissance Man and I have discussed lately include: being an introvert with cabin fever, the death penalty, things that constitute "just needed killin'", walnut allergies (mutual) and the things they sneak walnuts into, tomato problems (mine), how ill-thought-out gifts can cause assorted terror (my dad: don't label packages sent to Russia "To Russia, With Love"; his relative: sometimes when you leave a friendly cow skull for a friend and don't bother to leave a note, you don't realize that said friend used to be in the Mob...), the two-threesome weekend with Shawn and some of the fucked-up things Shawn has said over the years, and a gracious plenty of dick jokes.
It is surprisingly difficult to convey to people operating in the straight world how entirely likely it is that a very physically homogenous group like a cluster of largely gay-cisgender-men can entirely disregard the vagina as any sort of option when thinking about sex toys, and not just as feigned ignorance, but as a legit blind spot because it's just ... not a thing.
The office has been very quiet, except for the printer near my cube, which is making this terrifying squeaky noise that I need to file a ticket about. I got distracted by the contents of my email box.
I am attempting to catch up on Homestuck again. It's sort of slow going, because I'm very, very behind.
In the absence of many of the department folks, I have been poking helpdesk with a stick for escalations. Hee, hee, hee.
I have heard some of lb's thoughts on chocolate, happy funtime word games, and deep-dish pizza. He is a Chicago dude.
I have been wandering through the wacky depths of my email box. Oi.
Super-fun topics that the Renaissance Man and I have discussed lately include: being an introvert with cabin fever, the death penalty, things that constitute "just needed killin'", walnut allergies (mutual) and the things they sneak walnuts into, tomato problems (mine), how ill-thought-out gifts can cause assorted terror (my dad: don't label packages sent to Russia "To Russia, With Love"; his relative: sometimes when you leave a friendly cow skull for a friend and don't bother to leave a note, you don't realize that said friend used to be in the Mob...), the two-threesome weekend with Shawn and some of the fucked-up things Shawn has said over the years, and a gracious plenty of dick jokes.
It is surprisingly difficult to convey to people operating in the straight world how entirely likely it is that a very physically homogenous group like a cluster of largely gay-cisgender-men can entirely disregard the vagina as any sort of option when thinking about sex toys, and not just as feigned ignorance, but as a legit blind spot because it's just ... not a thing.
The office has been very quiet, except for the printer near my cube, which is making this terrifying squeaky noise that I need to file a ticket about. I got distracted by the contents of my email box.
I am attempting to catch up on Homestuck again. It's sort of slow going, because I'm very, very behind.