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azurelunatic) wrote2014-11-01 01:10 am
azurelunatic) wrote2014-11-01 01:10 am
Catching up
01:48 Saturday, 25 October, 2014
Items:
* Did Spencer's really actually close? :\ But, on the other hand, internet. But there's a certain delight to browsing through themed or deliberately gathered collections of items to discover things that you might not have thought of on your own.
* Fascinations is not Spencer's.
* Good Vibrations is classier than Fascinations.
* Purple had to be told what Good Vibrations was.
Slept through most of weekend.
Monday: I'm sure that records exist of Monday.
22:52 Tuesday, 28 October, 2014
Sleep schedule: up too late, but I woke up slightly before my alarm anyway. Got coffee on the way in.
Over lunch, I managed to rather impressively derail a conversation, and now a few more of Purple's lunch gang are more educated on gender-affirming surgery than they had been, including the fact that it is a thing which is included in work's medical benefits, that it shouldn't be considered optional for someone who needed it, that you shouldn't google image search for bottom surgery at work, that no medical procedure in the history of ever should be considered foolproof (one of the guys asked whether it was foolproof and Purple laughed at him because seriously, is any surgery ever?!?!?, but they do have amazing things these days), and that owing to the rarity, while it's a very large chunk of money for any one person to put up, as part of a group health plan it's pretty tiny.
In a turn of events which still baffles me, lb has become the point man in yelling about the helpdesk, and someone in his management stack (I'm not sure of their exact relationship) is going to meetings about it. The wiki page that I founded has become the R&D home base; lb came in search of me at lunch to see if I could explain some of the cryptic iconography associated with the priority ranking. I promised to deliver the top few issues by the end of the afternoon.
I managed to inhale coffee wrong with perfect timing today. (Purple: Is there a *right* way to inhale coffee? Me: There are many wrong ways to do it.) The timing was when Researcher Carmageddon, the Hipster Researcher, and the Stage Manager were talking about someone's cracked-out plan to replace mediawiki with Confluence, without any automatic way to import jack shit. They can be forgiven for mistaking the *gasp-HACK* for a reaction to the very thought, so I played it up a bit. Take my email, take my bugzilla, take me where I cannot stand. I don't care, I'm still free, you cannot take my wikiiiiiiiiii.
Later, lb and Purple came to fetch me for milkshakes. They got their timing off, so Purple popped up over the edge of my cube like a particularly irrepressible Time Lord slightly before lb leaned in the door of my cube from around the filing cabinet, but it's the thought that counts. I can, in fact, fence with a sawed-off pool noodle well enough to poke Purple over the monitors.
R was having badge woes, so she needed to visit the milkshake bunker via the security office. The problem turned out to be that when you lose your badge and they give you a spare, they turn your lost badge off, and if you find it, you have to go back to get it turned on.
Post-party, the hillside was somewhat flattened, but was not actually the sad naked cupcake foretold by lb.
lb combined hazelnut and strawberry in a milkshake, which, he said, tasted vaguely like polished fake countertop smells like. It was not a good thing.
Discussion of what words can and cannot take superlatives wound up in the mental image of a giant hydraulic-powered fist stroking off the Washington monument, ejaculating a tower of powdered non-dairy creamer on fire. We can blame lb for most of this.
http://koalaswim.com/ is amazingly nsfw and does really uncomfortable looking things to cocks and balls; owners of same are cautioned strongly about clicking it. It came up as part of parking lot conversation, though I couldn't remember the name at the time. I'm not entirely sure how we got there. If I do find soggy biscuit video on the internet, I'm not to share it with Purple. IRC appreciated this link much more than Purple did.
Wednesday: lb's overlady called both of us into her office to talk about my list of priorities. I chose well in bringing a little cup of chocolate-covered espresso beans to her.
22:37 Thursday, 30 October, 2014
my manager's perspective is, as long as I do not swear *at* the fucking incompetent chuckleheads who run That Thing We Don't Like, we're good. And I should keep from swearing in front of the team's director.
I modeled the loon costume for the Non-Boring Manager, and managed to fix the drooping beak for now.
I am only licensed for one outrageous hat at work at a time. Bringing the loon head hat in required that I take the tropically festive hat home. To carry it, I popped it on my head. Purple laughed, and said that this meant he couldn't look at me.
In the parking lot, I asked if I might ... ? He asked if there would be pictures. "Maaaybe." "Then no." "No pictures, then." So he let me place it gently on his head, while he did his best to glare at me like a baleful cat. He likes hats approximately as much as the average cat does. I started reminiscing about the difficulties in getting Calico to wear a bonnet. "And then she'd try to peck me." That jolted Purple out of his mental image of Calico as a cat (she was a hen).
Items:
* Did Spencer's really actually close? :\ But, on the other hand, internet. But there's a certain delight to browsing through themed or deliberately gathered collections of items to discover things that you might not have thought of on your own.
* Fascinations is not Spencer's.
* Good Vibrations is classier than Fascinations.
* Purple had to be told what Good Vibrations was.
Slept through most of weekend.
Monday: I'm sure that records exist of Monday.
22:52 Tuesday, 28 October, 2014
Sleep schedule: up too late, but I woke up slightly before my alarm anyway. Got coffee on the way in.
Over lunch, I managed to rather impressively derail a conversation, and now a few more of Purple's lunch gang are more educated on gender-affirming surgery than they had been, including the fact that it is a thing which is included in work's medical benefits, that it shouldn't be considered optional for someone who needed it, that you shouldn't google image search for bottom surgery at work, that no medical procedure in the history of ever should be considered foolproof (one of the guys asked whether it was foolproof and Purple laughed at him because seriously, is any surgery ever?!?!?, but they do have amazing things these days), and that owing to the rarity, while it's a very large chunk of money for any one person to put up, as part of a group health plan it's pretty tiny.
In a turn of events which still baffles me, lb has become the point man in yelling about the helpdesk, and someone in his management stack (I'm not sure of their exact relationship) is going to meetings about it. The wiki page that I founded has become the R&D home base; lb came in search of me at lunch to see if I could explain some of the cryptic iconography associated with the priority ranking. I promised to deliver the top few issues by the end of the afternoon.
I managed to inhale coffee wrong with perfect timing today. (Purple: Is there a *right* way to inhale coffee? Me: There are many wrong ways to do it.) The timing was when Researcher Carmageddon, the Hipster Researcher, and the Stage Manager were talking about someone's cracked-out plan to replace mediawiki with Confluence, without any automatic way to import jack shit. They can be forgiven for mistaking the *gasp-HACK* for a reaction to the very thought, so I played it up a bit. Take my email, take my bugzilla, take me where I cannot stand. I don't care, I'm still free, you cannot take my wikiiiiiiiiii.
Later, lb and Purple came to fetch me for milkshakes. They got their timing off, so Purple popped up over the edge of my cube like a particularly irrepressible Time Lord slightly before lb leaned in the door of my cube from around the filing cabinet, but it's the thought that counts. I can, in fact, fence with a sawed-off pool noodle well enough to poke Purple over the monitors.
R was having badge woes, so she needed to visit the milkshake bunker via the security office. The problem turned out to be that when you lose your badge and they give you a spare, they turn your lost badge off, and if you find it, you have to go back to get it turned on.
Post-party, the hillside was somewhat flattened, but was not actually the sad naked cupcake foretold by lb.
lb combined hazelnut and strawberry in a milkshake, which, he said, tasted vaguely like polished fake countertop smells like. It was not a good thing.
Discussion of what words can and cannot take superlatives wound up in the mental image of a giant hydraulic-powered fist stroking off the Washington monument, ejaculating a tower of powdered non-dairy creamer on fire. We can blame lb for most of this.
http://koalaswim.com/ is amazingly nsfw and does really uncomfortable looking things to cocks and balls; owners of same are cautioned strongly about clicking it. It came up as part of parking lot conversation, though I couldn't remember the name at the time. I'm not entirely sure how we got there. If I do find soggy biscuit video on the internet, I'm not to share it with Purple. IRC appreciated this link much more than Purple did.
Wednesday: lb's overlady called both of us into her office to talk about my list of priorities. I chose well in bringing a little cup of chocolate-covered espresso beans to her.
22:37 Thursday, 30 October, 2014
my manager's perspective is, as long as I do not swear *at* the fucking incompetent chuckleheads who run That Thing We Don't Like, we're good. And I should keep from swearing in front of the team's director.
I modeled the loon costume for the Non-Boring Manager, and managed to fix the drooping beak for now.
I am only licensed for one outrageous hat at work at a time. Bringing the loon head hat in required that I take the tropically festive hat home. To carry it, I popped it on my head. Purple laughed, and said that this meant he couldn't look at me.
In the parking lot, I asked if I might ... ? He asked if there would be pictures. "Maaaybe." "Then no." "No pictures, then." So he let me place it gently on his head, while he did his best to glare at me like a baleful cat. He likes hats approximately as much as the average cat does. I started reminiscing about the difficulties in getting Calico to wear a bonnet. "And then she'd try to peck me." That jolted Purple out of his mental image of Calico as a cat (she was a hen).
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Are they totally on crack? I don't care if it's importable or not. But then, the mediawiki originally was set up by someone on my team because the original official one was whichever variant thinks CamelCase means that's a link waiting to happen, which is an astonishingly stupid idea when you're documenting software. (NSMacOSCocoaClassName is not and will not ever be a link.) So we did it before, we can do it again.
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I need to figure out who needs a visit from an angry loon.
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I laughed. xDD
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lb is pleased!