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azurelunatic) wrote2014-09-04 12:40 am
azurelunatic) wrote2014-09-04 12:40 am
That earworm comes with a video. And a pop-up.
10:52 Wednesday, 03 September, 2014
So one of the local NASA outposts is having their 75th anniversary. Apparently their last open house was nearly two decades ago. So they're having another one. Someone brought it up on [off-topic]. I thought it was a great idea. Since I know that Purple has [off-topic] going straight to a folder, I pinged him. He thought it was a great idea. He pinged the people who he usually hangs out with on Saturdays. They thought it was a great idea. I pinged the Usual Suspects. phone thought it was a great idea. R thought it was a great idea; since the Other Guy is on vacation this week, R reserved him a slot in case he thought it was a great idea too.
I have been feeling fairly smug about this sudden snowball of latent spacegeek activation, and delighted for the chance at meeting some of the greater circle of association within the Usual Suspects network.
http://www.nasa.gov/ames/openhouse2014/
In the off chance that anyone was wondering, my reaction to seeing that someone who I haven't seen around for a while posting somewhere is shaped like "yay, signs of life from a friend!" rather than anything touching on the "but I have not been meeting my Various Social Obligations and it has all been Piling Up!" guilt spiral. Life happens. Not Being Able To Even Deal With Any Of That happens too. If you have the Even to poke your head up and say "hi! been ... busy or something, but anyway, hi!" it is always ... um. De-cocooning amnesty? idek! around here.
23:18 Wednesday, 03 September, 2014
Work was a lot of That Damn Program interspersed by other fun stuff. It doesn't put URLs in text/plain. It doesn't show the site services guys the email body when you email [function]@[company-internal], and it's not clear to me whether the problem is that the site services guys are having a hard time with the tool because the tool is crappy and therefore they aren't seeing it, or whether they actually cannot see it because the tool is just that crappy.
I finally did remember to bring the sawed-off pool noodles today.
Purple had lunch elsewhere; I joined the outdoor contingent of my team for a bit. That was fun! Later, the Stage Manager was having trouble with some new computer equipment. I pointed him in the direction of some possible troubleshooting, although I did not have a multimeter on me at the time. I told the story of one of my cousins vs. Tier 1 technical support.
This is the cousin who is the electrician. He'd just moved into the new place, and he didn't have internet. He whipped out his multimeter and stuck it across the coaxial cable. There was voltage, so he knew that it was at least connected, and so he called up the help line and told the poor Tier 1 tech that he had no internet, but there was voltage. "Oh!" she said. "You have digital! You shouldn't have voltage!" Whereupon he hung up and called back, hoping for a tech who wasn't broken.
Did have a fun parking lot conversation with Purple, involving accidental use of the word "ballgame" to describe the comparison of the relative agony of accidentally stepping on your own nipple with your elbow to getting hit in the nuts.
Had a good conversation about rape with Purple. He linked an article about the drug test-strip nail polish; having seen it already in the context of a substantial criticism of the actual utility of such products, I was a little more pessimistic. I warned him about a certain pattern. He knows the super depressing 1:3 stat (he was the one who mentioned that one); he wasn't sure what the stats were on the men doing the raping. So I dug up that paper about the undetected rapists, where the numbers amounted to about 6% of the surveyed male population, with most of the college-age rapists having already raped about 10 women apiece. It was a worse percentage than he'd been hoping, but better than he'd been fearing.
It was a safe space to go off, so I did: in retrospect, it is pretty damn clear that someone I know was in fact drugged with a non-alcohol date rape drug. All I knew at the time was that she was suddenly feeling too poorly to be let to leave on her own, and I felt an obligation to stay and take care of her, even though another dude was also willing to stay. The dude who later found another way to rape her.
Eventually the topic changed. Someone in main-channel mentioned having yelled substantially, getting the attention of an escalation manager, who had said that actually this was trivial to fix, five minutes, and enacted some education down on the heads of the rank-and-file helpdesk (who are still stuck with the crappy tool). This earwormed me. "Easy to fix" and close variations will do that now. I complained to Purple, who laughed at me, and then suggested that various otherwise unassigned potential earworm triggers set off You Spin Me Round (Like a Record).
"That earworm comes with a video, for me," I complained. "And a pop-up."
"You might be gay?" he teased, clearly on the same (massively nsfw, with sfw but looping audio, and I make no guarantees about the safety of any of the ads) page.
At which point I managed to go off on a brief rant about institutionalized sexism on the internet, never once using that actual phrase, to the effect that the assumption was that if I was on the internet, I was a dude, thus the gay bit. He acknowledged my point, and then started musing about the logistical impracticality of conducting a customer research survey on someone, the better to troll them. And from there it sort of devolved. One of the things that I treasure about my friendship with Purple is that I am not always the one to mention fisting first.
So one of the local NASA outposts is having their 75th anniversary. Apparently their last open house was nearly two decades ago. So they're having another one. Someone brought it up on [off-topic]. I thought it was a great idea. Since I know that Purple has [off-topic] going straight to a folder, I pinged him. He thought it was a great idea. He pinged the people who he usually hangs out with on Saturdays. They thought it was a great idea. I pinged the Usual Suspects. phone thought it was a great idea. R thought it was a great idea; since the Other Guy is on vacation this week, R reserved him a slot in case he thought it was a great idea too.
I have been feeling fairly smug about this sudden snowball of latent spacegeek activation, and delighted for the chance at meeting some of the greater circle of association within the Usual Suspects network.
http://www.nasa.gov/ames/openhouse2014/
In the off chance that anyone was wondering, my reaction to seeing that someone who I haven't seen around for a while posting somewhere is shaped like "yay, signs of life from a friend!" rather than anything touching on the "but I have not been meeting my Various Social Obligations and it has all been Piling Up!" guilt spiral. Life happens. Not Being Able To Even Deal With Any Of That happens too. If you have the Even to poke your head up and say "hi! been ... busy or something, but anyway, hi!" it is always ... um. De-cocooning amnesty? idek! around here.
23:18 Wednesday, 03 September, 2014
Work was a lot of That Damn Program interspersed by other fun stuff. It doesn't put URLs in text/plain. It doesn't show the site services guys the email body when you email [function]@[company-internal], and it's not clear to me whether the problem is that the site services guys are having a hard time with the tool because the tool is crappy and therefore they aren't seeing it, or whether they actually cannot see it because the tool is just that crappy.
I finally did remember to bring the sawed-off pool noodles today.
Purple had lunch elsewhere; I joined the outdoor contingent of my team for a bit. That was fun! Later, the Stage Manager was having trouble with some new computer equipment. I pointed him in the direction of some possible troubleshooting, although I did not have a multimeter on me at the time. I told the story of one of my cousins vs. Tier 1 technical support.
This is the cousin who is the electrician. He'd just moved into the new place, and he didn't have internet. He whipped out his multimeter and stuck it across the coaxial cable. There was voltage, so he knew that it was at least connected, and so he called up the help line and told the poor Tier 1 tech that he had no internet, but there was voltage. "Oh!" she said. "You have digital! You shouldn't have voltage!" Whereupon he hung up and called back, hoping for a tech who wasn't broken.
Did have a fun parking lot conversation with Purple, involving accidental use of the word "ballgame" to describe the comparison of the relative agony of accidentally stepping on your own nipple with your elbow to getting hit in the nuts.
Had a good conversation about rape with Purple. He linked an article about the drug test-strip nail polish; having seen it already in the context of a substantial criticism of the actual utility of such products, I was a little more pessimistic. I warned him about a certain pattern. He knows the super depressing 1:3 stat (he was the one who mentioned that one); he wasn't sure what the stats were on the men doing the raping. So I dug up that paper about the undetected rapists, where the numbers amounted to about 6% of the surveyed male population, with most of the college-age rapists having already raped about 10 women apiece. It was a worse percentage than he'd been hoping, but better than he'd been fearing.
It was a safe space to go off, so I did: in retrospect, it is pretty damn clear that someone I know was in fact drugged with a non-alcohol date rape drug. All I knew at the time was that she was suddenly feeling too poorly to be let to leave on her own, and I felt an obligation to stay and take care of her, even though another dude was also willing to stay. The dude who later found another way to rape her.
Eventually the topic changed. Someone in main-channel mentioned having yelled substantially, getting the attention of an escalation manager, who had said that actually this was trivial to fix, five minutes, and enacted some education down on the heads of the rank-and-file helpdesk (who are still stuck with the crappy tool). This earwormed me. "Easy to fix" and close variations will do that now. I complained to Purple, who laughed at me, and then suggested that various otherwise unassigned potential earworm triggers set off You Spin Me Round (Like a Record).
"That earworm comes with a video, for me," I complained. "And a pop-up."
"You might be gay?" he teased, clearly on the same (massively nsfw, with sfw but looping audio, and I make no guarantees about the safety of any of the ads) page.
At which point I managed to go off on a brief rant about institutionalized sexism on the internet, never once using that actual phrase, to the effect that the assumption was that if I was on the internet, I was a dude, thus the gay bit. He acknowledged my point, and then started musing about the logistical impracticality of conducting a customer research survey on someone, the better to troll them. And from there it sort of devolved. One of the things that I treasure about my friendship with Purple is that I am not always the one to mention fisting first.
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I have had CATS step on my nipples in ways that are MISERABLE, just... not my own elbow. o.O
(I admittedly have less sympathy for dudes who get hit in the nuts than I might be due to former gymnast + balance beam mishaps. If blood isn't involved in their tale of genital woe, my sympathy just isn't really there for them. *wry*)
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Lying face-down on hard floor covered by sheet, then trying to get up front end first. Right side. After I stopped writhing in pain, I thought it was pretty funny.
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(And then there was the time that Mommie Alice walked clit-first into a sidewalk pole. It was just the wrong height. ..)