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azurelunatic) wrote2015-01-07 01:52 am
azurelunatic) wrote2015-01-07 01:52 am
A mood *what*?!
Finally finished watching up through 3x03 Sherlock tonight just now, and oh! Wasn't that a chewy Christmas cookie of an x03!
Everybody keeps coming back and asking how my break was. The answer has been: My father is really enjoying his new pacemaker.
It turns out that when you have just been talking about radio-controlled quadcopters fitted with remote-control wasp spray, "drones" is about the worst pun you can make by accident. Purple was impressed.
People are taking notice of how my disco ball has developed mini-balls. This being my workplace, the suggestion to get even tinier ones to make it properly fractal has been made by several people. Purple was merely the second, and it has been going since then. I showed the Dogesitter the other colorful ones. She was amused, and said that I should have held them in reserve. "Oh, other holidays?" I said.
"Or like a mood ring," she said. "Mood balls?"
"That sounds like something you'd find under a truck," I said, without entirely thinking it through before it came out my mouth.
sithjawa (who had been relayed the conversation) then suggested that the internet surely had mood cock rings. However, neither of us was going to google *that* at work.
Lunch was good fun. Table with the guys. When you get Purple and me going, we can bounce off each other really entertainingly for some time. We went from "yeah, we grew up in The Cold Place" through my dad fetching firewood barefoot and in his underwear, to That Time I Frostbit My Feet, to That Time Purple Frostbit His Feet, and I think there were a couple parallel Dad Stories.
The conference plans continue. Current step: choosing dates, making sure the committee has their ears glued on tightly enough.
I am choosing to ignore the presence of the large, dark, long-legged, and probably hairy arachnid on my crown molding.
The current three-days'-wonder is that the apparent 3rd-tier person in the helldesk software being-made-to-fit-the-needs saga has abruptly shown up on not!Facebook as an alumnus. #cupcake has puzzled over this and tried not to come to irresponsible conclusions. I did provide a certain amount of clarification to my compatriots as to nicknames (Too Much Eyeliner Lady, Overly Tan Lady, and the Buck-Passer-in-Chief: all the same person, but not her). (People at an upcoming convention who I intend to avoid, a short list: her.)
Mr. Zune had an extra mug. There were at least three of us in #cupcake who had not gotten one of these. lb ceded his place. I ceded mine. That left Purple. When I headed up to say hi and welcome back to Mr. Zune, I picked up the mug. Then I wandered over to Purple's office briefly to drop it off.
I am still a bit sore from Sunday night, especially when I laugh hard. Purple teased me by pretending to start a joke. "So a man walks into a bar..."
By this time, I was on my way out of his office. I stopped and grabbed up my cane and held it crosswise across the frame at about head-height for him. "It's right here," I invited.
I have a new splat-egg toy. I have been demonstrating it at work. I regret the loss of transparency in conference rooms, as it would be an amazing (although absolutely forbidden) way to announce that the next meeting was going to commence pronto, and the current occupants should de-occupy. Rocky claims that it reminds him of the flying pizza aliens from Operation: Annihilate!
Purple, in his role as Unit Test Jesus, is working on a wiki page to preach to the faithful and convert the doubters. And I was around and know about as much about unit testing as any other dev who hasn't been properly introduced to the topic, plus I can make words do things and point out specific sections of words which confuse me and don't work as well as they should. I explained bits and also did a tiny bit of writing-technicality beta.
And then it was time to go. Purple walked me out, having cautioned me that he wouldn't likely be able to talk long, as he was planning dinner with the guy who isn't his boyfriend. But it did take a while for that guy to wrap up and come on out, so we chatted for a bit.
We have taken to the "well, I think my dad is better than your dad on this topic" comparison on various things. My dad is much better about having a CPAP (as Purple's dad doesn't acknowledge that there's any problem, much less a need). I think that I would also decline to share a bed with a guy who manages to flip end-for-end several times during a night, between the one thing and the other.
Purple has heard enough of my tales to spot some of the things that get glossed over for People Who Don't Know The Family.
We were chatting about this and that, and I had a thing I don't talk about much all neatly organized to share. And at that point, not!boyfriend showed, and we greeted him. And Purple politely/jovially indicated to me that I still had the conversational token, and I was about to say?
"And shenanigans ensued," I said, and ceded it right back to Purple.
So now Purple has seen the difference between the things which I will share and the things which I will not, and the difference an extra person makes.
And we bounced more Family Shenanigans back and forth, the indoor plumbing bit. It turns out that you can extend the "an outhouse" thing, by adding "with a ladder" and "they installed the handrails last year" "but there aren't any on the indoor stairs yet", and "well, your dad believes in walls and doors". (There are always reasons, of course, but this is how we cope.)
So then I came home and watched Sherlock.
Everybody keeps coming back and asking how my break was. The answer has been: My father is really enjoying his new pacemaker.
It turns out that when you have just been talking about radio-controlled quadcopters fitted with remote-control wasp spray, "drones" is about the worst pun you can make by accident. Purple was impressed.
People are taking notice of how my disco ball has developed mini-balls. This being my workplace, the suggestion to get even tinier ones to make it properly fractal has been made by several people. Purple was merely the second, and it has been going since then. I showed the Dogesitter the other colorful ones. She was amused, and said that I should have held them in reserve. "Oh, other holidays?" I said.
"Or like a mood ring," she said. "Mood balls?"
"That sounds like something you'd find under a truck," I said, without entirely thinking it through before it came out my mouth.
sithjawa (who had been relayed the conversation) then suggested that the internet surely had mood cock rings. However, neither of us was going to google *that* at work. Lunch was good fun. Table with the guys. When you get Purple and me going, we can bounce off each other really entertainingly for some time. We went from "yeah, we grew up in The Cold Place" through my dad fetching firewood barefoot and in his underwear, to That Time I Frostbit My Feet, to That Time Purple Frostbit His Feet, and I think there were a couple parallel Dad Stories.
The conference plans continue. Current step: choosing dates, making sure the committee has their ears glued on tightly enough.
I am choosing to ignore the presence of the large, dark, long-legged, and probably hairy arachnid on my crown molding.
The current three-days'-wonder is that the apparent 3rd-tier person in the helldesk software being-made-to-fit-the-needs saga has abruptly shown up on not!Facebook as an alumnus. #cupcake has puzzled over this and tried not to come to irresponsible conclusions. I did provide a certain amount of clarification to my compatriots as to nicknames (Too Much Eyeliner Lady, Overly Tan Lady, and the Buck-Passer-in-Chief: all the same person, but not her). (People at an upcoming convention who I intend to avoid, a short list: her.)
Mr. Zune had an extra mug. There were at least three of us in #cupcake who had not gotten one of these. lb ceded his place. I ceded mine. That left Purple. When I headed up to say hi and welcome back to Mr. Zune, I picked up the mug. Then I wandered over to Purple's office briefly to drop it off.
I am still a bit sore from Sunday night, especially when I laugh hard. Purple teased me by pretending to start a joke. "So a man walks into a bar..."
By this time, I was on my way out of his office. I stopped and grabbed up my cane and held it crosswise across the frame at about head-height for him. "It's right here," I invited.
I have a new splat-egg toy. I have been demonstrating it at work. I regret the loss of transparency in conference rooms, as it would be an amazing (although absolutely forbidden) way to announce that the next meeting was going to commence pronto, and the current occupants should de-occupy. Rocky claims that it reminds him of the flying pizza aliens from Operation: Annihilate!
Purple, in his role as Unit Test Jesus, is working on a wiki page to preach to the faithful and convert the doubters. And I was around and know about as much about unit testing as any other dev who hasn't been properly introduced to the topic, plus I can make words do things and point out specific sections of words which confuse me and don't work as well as they should. I explained bits and also did a tiny bit of writing-technicality beta.
And then it was time to go. Purple walked me out, having cautioned me that he wouldn't likely be able to talk long, as he was planning dinner with the guy who isn't his boyfriend. But it did take a while for that guy to wrap up and come on out, so we chatted for a bit.
We have taken to the "well, I think my dad is better than your dad on this topic" comparison on various things. My dad is much better about having a CPAP (as Purple's dad doesn't acknowledge that there's any problem, much less a need). I think that I would also decline to share a bed with a guy who manages to flip end-for-end several times during a night, between the one thing and the other.
Purple has heard enough of my tales to spot some of the things that get glossed over for People Who Don't Know The Family.
We were chatting about this and that, and I had a thing I don't talk about much all neatly organized to share. And at that point, not!boyfriend showed, and we greeted him. And Purple politely/jovially indicated to me that I still had the conversational token, and I was about to say?
"And shenanigans ensued," I said, and ceded it right back to Purple.
So now Purple has seen the difference between the things which I will share and the things which I will not, and the difference an extra person makes.
And we bounced more Family Shenanigans back and forth, the indoor plumbing bit. It turns out that you can extend the "an outhouse" thing, by adding "with a ladder" and "they installed the handrails last year" "but there aren't any on the indoor stairs yet", and "well, your dad believes in walls and doors". (There are always reasons, of course, but this is how we cope.)
So then I came home and watched Sherlock.
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