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azurelunatic) wrote2014-12-16 12:27 am
azurelunatic) wrote2014-12-16 12:27 am
Dinner & fruitcake
Friday -
Turned my alarm back on for the weekday. Got coffee, went to Costco, renewed my membership, grabbed pizza because I knew I'd be late for lunch and Purple would be Out, refueled.
Purple was Out because he'd given his backstage pass to Murraya, and she'd said that she owed him lunch somewhere nice. Then she'd rejected a reasonably nice place he'd had his eye on as insufficiently Nice. Apparently the lunch they did have was pretty fantastic.
Later in the afternoon, lb grabbed me for a hot chocolate run. We chatted helldesk among other things. He'd tried to prepare his gutters for the onslaught, but the corner of his roof where one angle met another turned into a waterslide with water flying down and missing the gutter entirely. Not much of his garage got soaked though.
I ran across some photos from workplace events past. There was in fact a picture from the Halloween party where I stood and talked to Purple for a couple hours despite how much it hurt to stand at that point, which was one of the first times I did that. It would be far from the last. There's lens flare, so we're standing under a rainbow, near a Princess Leia and a pair of Organa-Solo twins.
Purple negotiated dinner with Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly, then asked whether I was up for that. (He believes in hammering out details with as small as possible a group, then inviting others, rather than letting group complex apathy dictate something equally unsatisfactory for everybody.) Mr. Antisocial Butterfly was invited, but had just headed for home. Purple had parked on the other side of the quad, because it was wet, so we headed straight for dinner from our own offices, rather than walking out to the parking lot together.
I was aware that the corner to get to the place would be a little tricky, and I got the wrong corner anyway. Suffice to say that I handled it ungracefully but effectively. Vash did not particularly approve. I still arrived slightly before Purple. There was a bit of a wait for a table, during which time Purple and Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly and I speculated about the insurance shenanigans which would be involved for a house which was both flooded and on fire. Then Mr. Antisocial Butterfly showed, just after the three of us had got seated.
Mr. Antisocial Butterfly and Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly have in fact met before. Very briefly. About 8 years ago. Mr. Antisocial Butterfly still seems slightly put out that Purple is not at the top of my list of $NAMEs, because Purple is at the top of his list of $NAMEs. I again explained that it is not due to any lack of merit on Purple's part, it's merely about thirteen years' difference in seniority. And then Mr. Antisocial Butterfly got to attempting to figure out when exactly it was that he'd met Purple. Between various details, they were able to narrow it down to that time they had seen Mission Impossible III with the gang. Early summer, perhaps. IMDB provided a release year, and eventually a launch date emerged: May 5. Which had been a Friday. And there had been one meetup which had been on Cinco de Mayo. And that was the day. 2006. "How long is it until May?" Mr. Antisocial Butterfly asked, to some hilarity. (He's bad with months.)
So I have been getting the "you are an insufficiently devoted girlfriend" vibe from Mr. Antisocial Butterfly. I feel as though I should apologize to him and explain that I am not dating Purple. Not due to lack of interest on my part, but because Purple and I sat down with his office door shut last December and discussed it like grown-ups, and he doesn't think of me that way and so the matter is closed. (Quite a few people who see us interact think we're a couple. Quite a few people who saw Darkside and me interact thought we were a couple. I am quite obviously head-over-heels. Having tried Darkside's patience somewhat extensively by moping about and acting like a creeper in various ways, I am determined to not make these same mistakes with Purple and therefore I aim in general to act like a fucking adult even though there's no hiding my affection.) No reasonable likelihood of Purple changing his mind. If I were somehow transported to an alternate universe where Purple did think of me that way and there were no sneaky or overt dystopian horrors that aren't present in the current universe, I would of course be delighted. However, that being generally the topic of fantasy, science fiction, and an entire genre of fanfic, rather than real life... So yeah. Not dating Purple. (If I were dating Purple, he would probably get promoted to the best $NAME nearly full-time, though Darkside would probably win it back on special occasions and for terrible puns.)
Shawn stories: fun for the whole family.
By the time we were done with dinner the place was no longer packed to the point of having a queue, which was good because we still weren't done talking.
Purple had parked on the other side of the building (having used the proper entrance, not the improper entrance). We hugged a quick goodnight.
I stopped by Sprouts on my way home to see if their brownies were as good as I remembered them being. Yes. Possibly better.
18:55 Sunday, 14 December, 2014
Fruitcake, which I may or may not make this year:
8 cups of dried fruit
5.5 cups of nuts
1.5 cups of flour
1.5 cups of sugar
+ ~2 cups sugar syrup (sugar, water)
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
6 eggs
1/3 cup dark rum
300°F oven
line pans, grease liners
mix fruits, nuts
mix dry ingredients, sift to coat fruit & nut mixture
mix eggs & rum, coat fruit & nut mixture
pack in pans
large bakes 1:45, small bakes 25-35 minutes, or until a stabber comes out clean
Cool & glaze with syrup
23:03 Monday, 15 December, 2014
Today I fucked up. It was relatively minor and the situation is resolved. And I'm feeling secure about not continuing to fuck up going forward, and that it was minor and stopped before it got to be a big thing. But still I'm feeling like I ought to do some form of penance. I might Wham!roll myself later. I might not. Doing that serves no useful purpose except to expose me to some tedious music and make various of my friends possibly feel vaguely superior to me in a way which matters approximately zero in the grander scheme of things. It does not make the world a better or kinder place in any way. It does not make the world worse in any way either. I dunno. The main attraction is, it's an amazingly harmless and petty form of self-harm.
In contrast, the rest of my workday felt like unexpected competence, with intermittent chocolate. Unless, of course, it felt like screaming frustration -- I did brave the helldesk training videos for the new features, and they were kind of fucking useless on the front of exactly how you duplicate the one thing in the other method. Also they broke direct linking, which is just great.
Tonight's iteration in the department of things which retail workers have mistaken for my name: Anne. (Don't call me Shirley. :-P )
Everyone involved has a bit of a busy week lined up.
There is a fuck o'clock meeting for my greater department tomorrow, followed by a "thank you for being awesome" lunch for the emergency response people.
Wednesday is Purple's team's lunch-and-Hobbitry excursion.
Thursday is a conference committee tour of some on-campus facilities, followed by my A-Team lunch-and-White-Elephant.
I haven't fully assessed Friday yet.
Turned my alarm back on for the weekday. Got coffee, went to Costco, renewed my membership, grabbed pizza because I knew I'd be late for lunch and Purple would be Out, refueled.
Purple was Out because he'd given his backstage pass to Murraya, and she'd said that she owed him lunch somewhere nice. Then she'd rejected a reasonably nice place he'd had his eye on as insufficiently Nice. Apparently the lunch they did have was pretty fantastic.
Later in the afternoon, lb grabbed me for a hot chocolate run. We chatted helldesk among other things. He'd tried to prepare his gutters for the onslaught, but the corner of his roof where one angle met another turned into a waterslide with water flying down and missing the gutter entirely. Not much of his garage got soaked though.
I ran across some photos from workplace events past. There was in fact a picture from the Halloween party where I stood and talked to Purple for a couple hours despite how much it hurt to stand at that point, which was one of the first times I did that. It would be far from the last. There's lens flare, so we're standing under a rainbow, near a Princess Leia and a pair of Organa-Solo twins.
Purple negotiated dinner with Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly, then asked whether I was up for that. (He believes in hammering out details with as small as possible a group, then inviting others, rather than letting group complex apathy dictate something equally unsatisfactory for everybody.) Mr. Antisocial Butterfly was invited, but had just headed for home. Purple had parked on the other side of the quad, because it was wet, so we headed straight for dinner from our own offices, rather than walking out to the parking lot together.
I was aware that the corner to get to the place would be a little tricky, and I got the wrong corner anyway. Suffice to say that I handled it ungracefully but effectively. Vash did not particularly approve. I still arrived slightly before Purple. There was a bit of a wait for a table, during which time Purple and Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly and I speculated about the insurance shenanigans which would be involved for a house which was both flooded and on fire. Then Mr. Antisocial Butterfly showed, just after the three of us had got seated.
Mr. Antisocial Butterfly and Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly have in fact met before. Very briefly. About 8 years ago. Mr. Antisocial Butterfly still seems slightly put out that Purple is not at the top of my list of $NAMEs, because Purple is at the top of his list of $NAMEs. I again explained that it is not due to any lack of merit on Purple's part, it's merely about thirteen years' difference in seniority. And then Mr. Antisocial Butterfly got to attempting to figure out when exactly it was that he'd met Purple. Between various details, they were able to narrow it down to that time they had seen Mission Impossible III with the gang. Early summer, perhaps. IMDB provided a release year, and eventually a launch date emerged: May 5. Which had been a Friday. And there had been one meetup which had been on Cinco de Mayo. And that was the day. 2006. "How long is it until May?" Mr. Antisocial Butterfly asked, to some hilarity. (He's bad with months.)
So I have been getting the "you are an insufficiently devoted girlfriend" vibe from Mr. Antisocial Butterfly. I feel as though I should apologize to him and explain that I am not dating Purple. Not due to lack of interest on my part, but because Purple and I sat down with his office door shut last December and discussed it like grown-ups, and he doesn't think of me that way and so the matter is closed. (Quite a few people who see us interact think we're a couple. Quite a few people who saw Darkside and me interact thought we were a couple. I am quite obviously head-over-heels. Having tried Darkside's patience somewhat extensively by moping about and acting like a creeper in various ways, I am determined to not make these same mistakes with Purple and therefore I aim in general to act like a fucking adult even though there's no hiding my affection.) No reasonable likelihood of Purple changing his mind. If I were somehow transported to an alternate universe where Purple did think of me that way and there were no sneaky or overt dystopian horrors that aren't present in the current universe, I would of course be delighted. However, that being generally the topic of fantasy, science fiction, and an entire genre of fanfic, rather than real life... So yeah. Not dating Purple. (If I were dating Purple, he would probably get promoted to the best $NAME nearly full-time, though Darkside would probably win it back on special occasions and for terrible puns.)
Shawn stories: fun for the whole family.
By the time we were done with dinner the place was no longer packed to the point of having a queue, which was good because we still weren't done talking.
Purple had parked on the other side of the building (having used the proper entrance, not the improper entrance). We hugged a quick goodnight.
I stopped by Sprouts on my way home to see if their brownies were as good as I remembered them being. Yes. Possibly better.
18:55 Sunday, 14 December, 2014
Fruitcake, which I may or may not make this year:
8 cups of dried fruit
5.5 cups of nuts
1.5 cups of flour
1.5 cups of sugar
+ ~2 cups sugar syrup (sugar, water)
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
6 eggs
1/3 cup dark rum
300°F oven
line pans, grease liners
mix fruits, nuts
mix dry ingredients, sift to coat fruit & nut mixture
mix eggs & rum, coat fruit & nut mixture
pack in pans
large bakes 1:45, small bakes 25-35 minutes, or until a stabber comes out clean
Cool & glaze with syrup
23:03 Monday, 15 December, 2014
Today I fucked up. It was relatively minor and the situation is resolved. And I'm feeling secure about not continuing to fuck up going forward, and that it was minor and stopped before it got to be a big thing. But still I'm feeling like I ought to do some form of penance. I might Wham!roll myself later. I might not. Doing that serves no useful purpose except to expose me to some tedious music and make various of my friends possibly feel vaguely superior to me in a way which matters approximately zero in the grander scheme of things. It does not make the world a better or kinder place in any way. It does not make the world worse in any way either. I dunno. The main attraction is, it's an amazingly harmless and petty form of self-harm.
In contrast, the rest of my workday felt like unexpected competence, with intermittent chocolate. Unless, of course, it felt like screaming frustration -- I did brave the helldesk training videos for the new features, and they were kind of fucking useless on the front of exactly how you duplicate the one thing in the other method. Also they broke direct linking, which is just great.
Tonight's iteration in the department of things which retail workers have mistaken for my name: Anne. (Don't call me Shirley. :-P )
Everyone involved has a bit of a busy week lined up.
There is a fuck o'clock meeting for my greater department tomorrow, followed by a "thank you for being awesome" lunch for the emergency response people.
Wednesday is Purple's team's lunch-and-Hobbitry excursion.
Thursday is a conference committee tour of some on-campus facilities, followed by my A-Team lunch-and-White-Elephant.
I haven't fully assessed Friday yet.