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azurelunatic) wrote2014-09-03 10:43 am
azurelunatic) wrote2014-09-03 10:43 am
A few days' worth of snippets
19:00 Sunday, 24 August, 2014
I (hope I) short-circuited the inevitable parental worry when SF Bay Area earthquakes are big enough to hear about elsewhere by emailing Mama while her timezone was most likely still asleep.
I'm glad I can do things like set up shelves and do housework.
I'm very not glad that doing this results in being absolutely soaked with sweat.
I do like what happens when I get the periodic urge to re-arrange my place.
23:57 Friday, 29 August, 2014
Yay backpack! My Overlady brought back conference swag for me! Sadly, my tits are not fitting into the associated shirt any time in the next century, probably, so I inquired of Purple whether he wore that size shirt. Which he did. Hooray! Now I have a new backpack, and Purple has another free shirt. (Purple tends to wear sneakers, jeans, a t-shirt, and a button-down when it's chilly. Many of the t-shirts are visibly free.)
One of the people who ought to know better has been epically unhelpful about That Goddamn Program. Instead of locating a sawed-off pool noodle, I grabbed a handful of candy and stomped off to thank one of the guys who had just responded actually helpfully to him for saying what he did. We commiserated and strategized. Then I went 'round to the desk of that nice fellow from the A-Team, and we compared notes and strategies on That Goddamn Program. And there is now a helpful wiki page, and the Stage Manager has made some of the least tactful entries on it. Then I swung around to Purple's office, and ran into lb (one of the other people I'd been looking for) and yet again there was commiseration and strategy.
There was not, however, Happy Hour.
By the time we hit the parking lot, Purple looked sideways at me and held up the orange he'd been carrying. It turned out that this was actually a great idea for my blood sugar, since I'd started to be noticeably Off.
23:38 Tuesday, 02 September, 2014
Oh god, my brain has been leaking out my ears or something. It has been too humid. I did get laundry done, though.
Today was really seriously hard to get out of bed. Then I was trying to organize stuff, with a side of greeting the new teammate. I ordered office supplies in a very timely manner!
I popped over into my manager's office. She mentioned that this was the new guy's first day. "Does he have a chair?" I asked.
"He's sitting right next to Trekkie Designer."
"No, I mean, does he have something to sit on."
"You mean an actual chair."
He, in fact, did not have this. We snagged one from a nearby empty cube.
Purple has started noticing the way my joints pop when I stand after I've been sitting for a while. He usually makes pained little sympathetic noises. Generally it doesn't hurt. The vaguely disturbing-feeling one is when I pop my pelvis. But that generally happens when I'm settling down in bed, not during the day.
It has been three days since the last Edward Scissorpants incident.
I got one of the last Soulbonding Cokes at work. I did not share it with anyone. There are ethics.
Talked to Darkside over the weekend. Yay! Purple points out that if the conversation was only pretty good, then is he really earning his status as BFF? (I may have made a terrible face at him.)
Purple is unsure where he heard the joke about the penguin whose car broke down in the desert (the one with the vanilla ice cream) but he'd definitely heard it before. Though he'd forgotten the punch line.
Due in part to the long weekend, Purple's facial hair has again reached the better-than-accidental point. The Van Dyke beard look does flatter him immensely.
(How was it nearly six years since the previous Edward Scissorpants incident? Time, y0.)
Given that I have been going to The Potter's Field BPAL for the last several days and the thought of trying something new is sort of not at all appealing, perhaps I had better order more.
Various bits of the gaming world a-splode. Keep up the good work, Anita, Zoe, and various other folks.
I keep thinking that one of the things that perhaps the progressive parts of the internet needs is a list of guidelines on behaving while angry as fuck. A lot of it would look straight at some of the terrible things that people do when they're angry at progressives, and say that those things are not okay, and that people who consider themselves progressives shouldn't turn around and do those things in return. Don't make death threats. Don't make rape threats. If everybody else you know is busy working the Internet Rage Machine, contemplate whether you, personally, actually need to speak directly to a single individual who fucked up and tell them how disappointed that you personally are with them. If you happen to be in possession of someone's private contact information or identity details, contemplate whether releasing that information would a) help anything, and b) be a proportionate response to whatever it is that they have done. Et cetera.
In which I yell on tumblr a bit about some social commentary cartoons which I disagree with on a few counts.
Dear internet, do check in with me every now and then as to whether I'm taking my various vitamins and stuff? Often I am! But sometimes I do need the nudge.
I (hope I) short-circuited the inevitable parental worry when SF Bay Area earthquakes are big enough to hear about elsewhere by emailing Mama while her timezone was most likely still asleep.
I'm glad I can do things like set up shelves and do housework.
I'm very not glad that doing this results in being absolutely soaked with sweat.
I do like what happens when I get the periodic urge to re-arrange my place.
23:57 Friday, 29 August, 2014
Yay backpack! My Overlady brought back conference swag for me! Sadly, my tits are not fitting into the associated shirt any time in the next century, probably, so I inquired of Purple whether he wore that size shirt. Which he did. Hooray! Now I have a new backpack, and Purple has another free shirt. (Purple tends to wear sneakers, jeans, a t-shirt, and a button-down when it's chilly. Many of the t-shirts are visibly free.)
One of the people who ought to know better has been epically unhelpful about That Goddamn Program. Instead of locating a sawed-off pool noodle, I grabbed a handful of candy and stomped off to thank one of the guys who had just responded actually helpfully to him for saying what he did. We commiserated and strategized. Then I went 'round to the desk of that nice fellow from the A-Team, and we compared notes and strategies on That Goddamn Program. And there is now a helpful wiki page, and the Stage Manager has made some of the least tactful entries on it. Then I swung around to Purple's office, and ran into lb (one of the other people I'd been looking for) and yet again there was commiseration and strategy.
There was not, however, Happy Hour.
By the time we hit the parking lot, Purple looked sideways at me and held up the orange he'd been carrying. It turned out that this was actually a great idea for my blood sugar, since I'd started to be noticeably Off.
23:38 Tuesday, 02 September, 2014
Oh god, my brain has been leaking out my ears or something. It has been too humid. I did get laundry done, though.
Today was really seriously hard to get out of bed. Then I was trying to organize stuff, with a side of greeting the new teammate. I ordered office supplies in a very timely manner!
I popped over into my manager's office. She mentioned that this was the new guy's first day. "Does he have a chair?" I asked.
"He's sitting right next to Trekkie Designer."
"No, I mean, does he have something to sit on."
"You mean an actual chair."
He, in fact, did not have this. We snagged one from a nearby empty cube.
Purple has started noticing the way my joints pop when I stand after I've been sitting for a while. He usually makes pained little sympathetic noises. Generally it doesn't hurt. The vaguely disturbing-feeling one is when I pop my pelvis. But that generally happens when I'm settling down in bed, not during the day.
It has been three days since the last Edward Scissorpants incident.
I got one of the last Soulbonding Cokes at work. I did not share it with anyone. There are ethics.
Talked to Darkside over the weekend. Yay! Purple points out that if the conversation was only pretty good, then is he really earning his status as BFF? (I may have made a terrible face at him.)
Purple is unsure where he heard the joke about the penguin whose car broke down in the desert (the one with the vanilla ice cream) but he'd definitely heard it before. Though he'd forgotten the punch line.
Due in part to the long weekend, Purple's facial hair has again reached the better-than-accidental point. The Van Dyke beard look does flatter him immensely.
(How was it nearly six years since the previous Edward Scissorpants incident? Time, y0.)
Given that I have been going to The Potter's Field BPAL for the last several days and the thought of trying something new is sort of not at all appealing, perhaps I had better order more.
Various bits of the gaming world a-splode. Keep up the good work, Anita, Zoe, and various other folks.
I keep thinking that one of the things that perhaps the progressive parts of the internet needs is a list of guidelines on behaving while angry as fuck. A lot of it would look straight at some of the terrible things that people do when they're angry at progressives, and say that those things are not okay, and that people who consider themselves progressives shouldn't turn around and do those things in return. Don't make death threats. Don't make rape threats. If everybody else you know is busy working the Internet Rage Machine, contemplate whether you, personally, actually need to speak directly to a single individual who fucked up and tell them how disappointed that you personally are with them. If you happen to be in possession of someone's private contact information or identity details, contemplate whether releasing that information would a) help anything, and b) be a proportionate response to whatever it is that they have done. Et cetera.
In which I yell on tumblr a bit about some social commentary cartoons which I disagree with on a few counts.
Dear internet, do check in with me every now and then as to whether I'm taking my various vitamins and stuff? Often I am! But sometimes I do need the nudge.
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