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azurelunatic) wrote2015-01-06 02:44 am
azurelunatic) wrote2015-01-06 02:44 am
(not a friggin' shark)
21:05 Saturday, 03 January, 2015
Got car oiled & smogged.
Napped.
Called Darkside. We have both now seen the Into the Woods movie. We spent quite some time thinking up hilarious stunt casting. The best one was Nathan Fillion and John Barrowman as Princes.
I've been reading through my 2014 entries, and will eventually post some sort of wrap-up.
01:43 Tuesday, 06 January, 2015
Sunday night/Monday morning early was kind of dreadful. I hadn't been doing particularly much Sunday, so I hadn't remembered to eat much after breakfast-equivalent. By the time I did remember, it was late enough that my digestive system had already become Annoyed, which set me up for eight hours of various pain.
I felt a bit lagged at work, but nonetheless got some things done. I went to lunch a bit later than usual, because Purple was logged out on IM and hadn't emailed back when I pinged him for lunch. He was at the table with the guys when I came in (having looked up from work to realize that it was time to wander over regardless); he found the text he'd tried to send me in his outbox, having not sent.
Turns out he'd come in to find that his computer's hard drive had died. So off he went to find one of the desktop techs...
When I headed back in, I saw the Lizard Prince (who is still a helpdesk tech off in Executive Land, which is now up on the hill instead of one building over) waiting for the shuttle, and headed out to chat with a handful of candy. It turns out that building-helpdesk is at 50% or worse between vacation and sick leave (and sick kids and hurt pets and breaking the *other* leg tripping over the dog, and so forth). Which would prove to inform a lot of Purple's day...
Conference planning is proceeding what I can only conclude is apace. The Commandant has unlocked the committee email address (fucking helldesk tool is involved) and there is a committee starting to gather/be voluntold.
lb snagged me for a milkshake run, having missed Purple (in what would prove to be a Saga later) and we talked various things, including shop. The Godwin-denying fellow went to a meeting which involved various people including the current buck-holder, and got an update which he variously flakily relayed. I have also been hearing things which I used to corroborate that tale in slightly more coherent ways.
The one dude got his sawed-off pool noodle and his phone fixed, yay!
Fishie slipped on some ice and tweaked both knees; she's feeling much better now but is under fishmum's instructions to continue taking it easy. Her winter break job seems to involve a decent amount of Being A Warm Body. After the first day, she is sort of wondering How Grown-Ups Even Live. She has also been learning to shop for groceries to feed herself, how to estimate what she'll need in the way of groceries, and many other prime Adulting skills.
Purple may have managed to forget his badge at home today, so I let him in and then gathered up my stuff.
He had a sort of terrible computer day, with one thirty-minute fix chaining into the next, with bonus time searching for an actual helpdesk person in the office and on duty. First, his hard drive died. Then, the power supply. And the fan's rubber shock mounts had basically crumbled away into nothing, so it was rattling about terribly, and had to be replaced. And one would think that helpdesk has the tools for various jobs, but in point of fact the screwdriver was not the right shape... I offered a pointer towards my own toolbox, and next time he'll know where to look. Helpdesk did get one from Facilities or something, however.
Since it had been a while, we did spend some time out in the parking lot chatting. That is always nice, even if this time it was a bit chilly.
This weekend I gave radius my contact info, and let him know that occasionally there were #cupcake-and-friends dinner events. He gave me his personal email domain, and instructions to be creative (it's got a catchall address). I appreciated his endeavor, and figured that "vuvuzelalullabye" was a reasonable starting point as a response.
Purple and the Other Guy were plotting maybe something this week for a #cupcake-and-friends outing. (The Other Guy is "and friends" often enough, as he Does Not IRC.)
There was that time that the Army was trying to recruit my sister. Tay had just been talking about her desired career plans, so when I picked up the phone and it was a recruiter, I had some answers. "No, she's a pacifist."
Recruiter: "We have plenty of jobs that don't involve killing people! What does she want to do?"
Azzlet: "She wants to be an itenerant minstrel."
Recruiter: "We ... have a band?"
Azzlet: "No, thank you." *click*
Purple's dad once managed to get himself into some trouble that it took some doing to get out of: during the height of the McCarthyist red scare, you don't go on a rant about how the US Army is the closest thing to proper Communism that the US has, when the Army asks you if you happen to know any Communists. (The Army was not super amused.)
I began to lose my balance somewhere into the second hour of chatting, and Purple very kindly escorted me over to my own car. It wasn't that I was exactly losing my balance in that I was falling over and needed to be propped up, it was that the direction of "up" had begun to be a bit ambiguous, and Purple was a helpful guide in the proper direction.
Once home, I had a few things left to do. I fired up the tv, and re-prioritized my tivo queue a little. Agent Carter. No more HIMYM. That's a lot of Mythbusters repeats. Etc. Since it was also mentioned, I decided to see whether Galavant was something I wanted to see more of.
[01:14]azurelunatic: oh my god this is such crack
[01:16]sithjawa: what is
[01:19]azurelunatic: Galavant
[01:20]azurelunatic: it is like tvtropes fucked a medieval sitcom and a musical was the fairy godmother
[01:20]sithjawa: you're watching it right now?
[01:20]sithjawa: looool
[01:21]sithjawa: That's a recommendation there. I kind of ignored it as "oh, another medieval farce, it's probably juvenile, sexist as all get out and kind of boring to boot"
[01:21]azurelunatic: "that's my full range of motion." "how'd you get on the horse?" "I slept on the horse."
[01:22]azurelunatic: It has enough hung lampshades to make an entire lobby full of chandelier dicks.
[01:25]azurelunatic: that is to say, if you are very allergic to sexist tropes, like peanut allergic, don't; if you have a small allergy proceed with caution.
[01:26]azurelunatic: because it plays with them and I think lampoons them
[01:27]azurelunatic: I am not sure what the state of the art is on Kidnapped Love Interests, but The Girlfriend is like "... actually I'm going to try this queen with hella money thing"
[01:27]azurelunatic: and is now sort of regretting it both ways; the king is an ass (and so is Galavant) but right now Galavant is the ass who's not all hairy and in her face
[01:28]azurelunatic: Princess Isabella is basically perfect, very smart and cunning
[01:29]azurelunatic: double agent for the evil king in order to save her parents, using cunning to rig the game for Galavant (there is a joust)
[01:32]azurelunatic: oh nooo the rooster
[01:33]azurelunatic: ("Are we going to keep the rooster or eat the rooster? Because if we're eating him, I'm not going to name him." "Eat.")
[01:33]azurelunatic: (such a pretty rooster, but probably mean)
[01:34]azurelunatic: OH MY GOD A ROMANTIC BALLAD ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY HATE EACH OTHER
[01:34]azurelunatic: (maybe you're not the worst thing ever)
[01:35]sithjawa: looooooooool ok I need that
[01:37]azurelunatic: http://abc.go.com/shows/galavant/video/VDKA0_ei4fqtgc
So yes, I think I shall see more of this.
It was laundry night.
I also got a facelaser, upon recommendation from a friend. (I have pale skin and dark hair. This makes me an excellent candidate for laser hair removal.) We shall see how effective it is on me. So far, I have tried on the lowest setting. I have also decided that the recommended numbing cream is possibly a more unpleasant sensation than the zapping.
I am having a certain amount of Mild Ambivalence about lasering off my thank-you-and-fuck-you-PCOS facial hair. On the one hand, my gender has been NOT A BOY since grade school and I got a load of how Gender Mattered outside the charmed bubble that my parents managed to raise us in. On the other hand, my gender has been sliding gently towards A Butch In Femme Clothes as I age. On the gripping hand, facial hair has never been on my This Is How I Intend To Look roster.
(On the fourth hand, I've every now and then had the Bright Idea to do a Movember or something, see how it looks -- but those are midnight thoughts, and it all comes right back to This Is Not What I Look Like, That Is Not How My Face Feels, and I remove every trace of hair I can find.)
And while Having Facial Hair no longer makes me miserable and sensitive and Not Like Myself, because I have embraced the razor as a viable grooming tool for this situation, it's still not something I can see myself sensibly wanting, not when I think about it for longer than But It Could Maybe Be Fun.
In another culture where genderfluidity is embraced more better, I could contemplate it. As it is, it's been a Woe to me for too long to ever be comfortable in my skin like that. So off it goes.
Got car oiled & smogged.
Napped.
Called Darkside. We have both now seen the Into the Woods movie. We spent quite some time thinking up hilarious stunt casting. The best one was Nathan Fillion and John Barrowman as Princes.
I've been reading through my 2014 entries, and will eventually post some sort of wrap-up.
01:43 Tuesday, 06 January, 2015
Sunday night/Monday morning early was kind of dreadful. I hadn't been doing particularly much Sunday, so I hadn't remembered to eat much after breakfast-equivalent. By the time I did remember, it was late enough that my digestive system had already become Annoyed, which set me up for eight hours of various pain.
I felt a bit lagged at work, but nonetheless got some things done. I went to lunch a bit later than usual, because Purple was logged out on IM and hadn't emailed back when I pinged him for lunch. He was at the table with the guys when I came in (having looked up from work to realize that it was time to wander over regardless); he found the text he'd tried to send me in his outbox, having not sent.
Turns out he'd come in to find that his computer's hard drive had died. So off he went to find one of the desktop techs...
When I headed back in, I saw the Lizard Prince (who is still a helpdesk tech off in Executive Land, which is now up on the hill instead of one building over) waiting for the shuttle, and headed out to chat with a handful of candy. It turns out that building-helpdesk is at 50% or worse between vacation and sick leave (and sick kids and hurt pets and breaking the *other* leg tripping over the dog, and so forth). Which would prove to inform a lot of Purple's day...
Conference planning is proceeding what I can only conclude is apace. The Commandant has unlocked the committee email address (fucking helldesk tool is involved) and there is a committee starting to gather/be voluntold.
lb snagged me for a milkshake run, having missed Purple (in what would prove to be a Saga later) and we talked various things, including shop. The Godwin-denying fellow went to a meeting which involved various people including the current buck-holder, and got an update which he variously flakily relayed. I have also been hearing things which I used to corroborate that tale in slightly more coherent ways.
The one dude got his sawed-off pool noodle and his phone fixed, yay!
Fishie slipped on some ice and tweaked both knees; she's feeling much better now but is under fishmum's instructions to continue taking it easy. Her winter break job seems to involve a decent amount of Being A Warm Body. After the first day, she is sort of wondering How Grown-Ups Even Live. She has also been learning to shop for groceries to feed herself, how to estimate what she'll need in the way of groceries, and many other prime Adulting skills.
Purple may have managed to forget his badge at home today, so I let him in and then gathered up my stuff.
He had a sort of terrible computer day, with one thirty-minute fix chaining into the next, with bonus time searching for an actual helpdesk person in the office and on duty. First, his hard drive died. Then, the power supply. And the fan's rubber shock mounts had basically crumbled away into nothing, so it was rattling about terribly, and had to be replaced. And one would think that helpdesk has the tools for various jobs, but in point of fact the screwdriver was not the right shape... I offered a pointer towards my own toolbox, and next time he'll know where to look. Helpdesk did get one from Facilities or something, however.
Since it had been a while, we did spend some time out in the parking lot chatting. That is always nice, even if this time it was a bit chilly.
This weekend I gave radius my contact info, and let him know that occasionally there were #cupcake-and-friends dinner events. He gave me his personal email domain, and instructions to be creative (it's got a catchall address). I appreciated his endeavor, and figured that "vuvuzelalullabye" was a reasonable starting point as a response.
Purple and the Other Guy were plotting maybe something this week for a #cupcake-and-friends outing. (The Other Guy is "and friends" often enough, as he Does Not IRC.)
There was that time that the Army was trying to recruit my sister. Tay had just been talking about her desired career plans, so when I picked up the phone and it was a recruiter, I had some answers. "No, she's a pacifist."
Recruiter: "We have plenty of jobs that don't involve killing people! What does she want to do?"
Azzlet: "She wants to be an itenerant minstrel."
Recruiter: "We ... have a band?"
Azzlet: "No, thank you." *click*
Purple's dad once managed to get himself into some trouble that it took some doing to get out of: during the height of the McCarthyist red scare, you don't go on a rant about how the US Army is the closest thing to proper Communism that the US has, when the Army asks you if you happen to know any Communists. (The Army was not super amused.)
I began to lose my balance somewhere into the second hour of chatting, and Purple very kindly escorted me over to my own car. It wasn't that I was exactly losing my balance in that I was falling over and needed to be propped up, it was that the direction of "up" had begun to be a bit ambiguous, and Purple was a helpful guide in the proper direction.
Once home, I had a few things left to do. I fired up the tv, and re-prioritized my tivo queue a little. Agent Carter. No more HIMYM. That's a lot of Mythbusters repeats. Etc. Since it was also mentioned, I decided to see whether Galavant was something I wanted to see more of.
[01:14]
azurelunatic: oh my god this is such crack[01:16]
sithjawa: what is[01:19]
azurelunatic: Galavant[01:20]
azurelunatic: it is like tvtropes fucked a medieval sitcom and a musical was the fairy godmother[01:20]
sithjawa: you're watching it right now?[01:20]
sithjawa: looool[01:21]
sithjawa: That's a recommendation there. I kind of ignored it as "oh, another medieval farce, it's probably juvenile, sexist as all get out and kind of boring to boot"[01:21]
azurelunatic: "that's my full range of motion." "how'd you get on the horse?" "I slept on the horse." [01:22]
azurelunatic: It has enough hung lampshades to make an entire lobby full of chandelier dicks. [01:25]
azurelunatic: that is to say, if you are very allergic to sexist tropes, like peanut allergic, don't; if you have a small allergy proceed with caution. [01:26]
azurelunatic: because it plays with them and I think lampoons them[01:27]
azurelunatic: I am not sure what the state of the art is on Kidnapped Love Interests, but The Girlfriend is like "... actually I'm going to try this queen with hella money thing" [01:27]
azurelunatic: and is now sort of regretting it both ways; the king is an ass (and so is Galavant) but right now Galavant is the ass who's not all hairy and in her face[01:28]
azurelunatic: Princess Isabella is basically perfect, very smart and cunning[01:29]
azurelunatic: double agent for the evil king in order to save her parents, using cunning to rig the game for Galavant (there is a joust) [01:32]
azurelunatic: oh nooo the rooster [01:33]
azurelunatic: ("Are we going to keep the rooster or eat the rooster? Because if we're eating him, I'm not going to name him." "Eat.") [01:33]
azurelunatic: (such a pretty rooster, but probably mean) [01:34]
azurelunatic: OH MY GOD A ROMANTIC BALLAD ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY HATE EACH OTHER[01:34]
azurelunatic: (maybe you're not the worst thing ever) [01:35]
sithjawa: looooooooool ok I need that[01:37]
azurelunatic: http://abc.go.com/shows/galavant/video/VDKA0_ei4fqtgcSo yes, I think I shall see more of this.
It was laundry night.
I also got a facelaser, upon recommendation from a friend. (I have pale skin and dark hair. This makes me an excellent candidate for laser hair removal.) We shall see how effective it is on me. So far, I have tried on the lowest setting. I have also decided that the recommended numbing cream is possibly a more unpleasant sensation than the zapping.
I am having a certain amount of Mild Ambivalence about lasering off my thank-you-and-fuck-you-PCOS facial hair. On the one hand, my gender has been NOT A BOY since grade school and I got a load of how Gender Mattered outside the charmed bubble that my parents managed to raise us in. On the other hand, my gender has been sliding gently towards A Butch In Femme Clothes as I age. On the gripping hand, facial hair has never been on my This Is How I Intend To Look roster.
(On the fourth hand, I've every now and then had the Bright Idea to do a Movember or something, see how it looks -- but those are midnight thoughts, and it all comes right back to This Is Not What I Look Like, That Is Not How My Face Feels, and I remove every trace of hair I can find.)
And while Having Facial Hair no longer makes me miserable and sensitive and Not Like Myself, because I have embraced the razor as a viable grooming tool for this situation, it's still not something I can see myself sensibly wanting, not when I think about it for longer than But It Could Maybe Be Fun.
In another culture where genderfluidity is embraced more better, I could contemplate it. As it is, it's been a Woe to me for too long to ever be comfortable in my skin like that. So off it goes.