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azurelunatic) wrote2015-02-07 04:41 am
azurelunatic) wrote2015-02-07 04:41 am
Wind again
I have trouble getting up early when it's raining, because the air is so nice and soft and I could just go on sleeping. However, up I got, and then I was pleased to have gotten up, because my fireplace had its pilot light blow out again, as apparently the chimney has no damper. I aggressively ventilate for just this reason. My doubled-and-then-some step count on top of an increased step count did not incapacitate me today, and in fact I exceeded step count today as well.
When I was about to leave for work, I had been considering taking not-the-back-way, but then there was a tweet about a road blockage, and the back way was better. Yay, twitter!
Lunch was a little noisy, and I wound up mostly in reading-my-phone world, occasionally chatting with the dudes at my table -- I pointed out that chocolate cigars are an acceptable substitute for nonsmokers at a baby celebration, and speculated that the tradition came about because in a smoking society, cigars tend to be expensive and saved for celebrations unless you're rich, and a baby is certainly worthy of celebration -- and occasionally chatting with Purple's side of the table. Eventually the noise died down and it was just Lennon Glasses Guy, Purple, and me.
It was impressively windy out. My wing got a wood chipper out front, which made for some interesting tangents in conversation.
lb and radius and I walked up to the milkshake bunker. It was impressively windy. I carried an umbrella, and spent more than half the walk pointing it like a shield into the wind. radius had to run back shortly. lb and I chatted more, then spotted the predicted lull in the wind and rain, and walked down during that.
That would have been the window of opportunity for radius to bike home, but it was a missed window because of reasons.
Finally got the I-9 stuff completed with my manager. The whole exercise involved the terrible web design of the new contractor management company, one which had previously failed to load the required state list in a way which resulted in swearing, screencaps, and a super pissy voicemail. My manager and I did get a giggle in about the concept of a birth certificate with an expiration date. Further establishing said manager's awesomeness, she is in fact acquainted with Flight of the Conchords and "The Humans are Dead", which Purple and I have been earworming back and forth for the past week or two.
Purple had brought in his brand-new LinnStrument, which is a fancy MIDI controller, and set up camp in his building's atrium next to the "fuseball" table, which is near the former break room in which someone has installed Windows XP. (If I happen on an appropriate frame, I may well make a nice error message to hang on the wall. There are talks about how to arrange for a bootup noise.) So I wandered through the beer bash, put in an appearance at my team's table, then wandered off with something calling itself king cake to Purple's building.
I poked at the LinnStrument a bit. radius appeared. The Tennis-Playing Manager appeared (a fellow from Purple's old team who's been a manager for maybe a year now). Lennon Glasses Guy appeared. There was much tomfoolery with the thing. It was great. radius fetched better speakers. At one point Tennis Manager and Lennon Glasses Guy were playing what sort of turned into a march with hilarious effect. I located the highest note on the keyboard and applied vibrato. Purple got into the settings and reprogrammed the controller to lock out the high notes. :-P
radius managed to crash some part of the setup on Purple's laptop by trying to play Toccata and Fugue in D Minor. I suggested that since someone had said earlier that it looked like a super 1337 hacking keyboard, and Purple had made some (fond) crack about our security group, that it would be super awesome to bring the setup to the internal security convention and have someone bust out the Toccata, slightly evilly.
And speaking of hacking, Purple had to brave the rain to get to the local chapter of 2600. So he hugged me goodnight and headed off. I went back to my desk and got some more work done, including discovering yet another place where the helldesk software was underperforming. Can't a user just email in something with an attachment? (The reason I was emailing with an attachment is because PREVIOUSLY that was the most reliable way to get a picture uploaded from mobile, and certainly the way with the fewest moving parts. The reason I had to do that was because the power outlets the guys were trying to use seemed to have a problem with the ground part of the outlet.)
Nora called just as I was punching in my hours. Nora's battery died shortly after I got my coffee mug scrubbed out.
radius is spending the night at work, due to bike and rain. (I did offer car and rope, but that was not a super viable solution particularly as Vash has no roof rack.)
Then I went home, still in the rain. I went to bed before finishing up all my internet last night, so I'm making up for it tonight. I discovered that iTunes had fucked everything up in terms of my podcast subscriptions, and then in the process of trying to re-subscribe to everything, realized that I had logged out or something? and logging back in got me back the stuff but a lot had to be re-downloaded and really I'm in this state of YOU BASTARDS I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST YOU TO AT LEAST NOT FUCK THIS UP and I'm really not amused. Perhaps it's revenge for me watching TV last night? Or (more likely) an update and reboot fucking shit.
#bloodcannon is mild and intermittent, barely worthy of the "cannon" at all, until it is.
When I was about to leave for work, I had been considering taking not-the-back-way, but then there was a tweet about a road blockage, and the back way was better. Yay, twitter!
Lunch was a little noisy, and I wound up mostly in reading-my-phone world, occasionally chatting with the dudes at my table -- I pointed out that chocolate cigars are an acceptable substitute for nonsmokers at a baby celebration, and speculated that the tradition came about because in a smoking society, cigars tend to be expensive and saved for celebrations unless you're rich, and a baby is certainly worthy of celebration -- and occasionally chatting with Purple's side of the table. Eventually the noise died down and it was just Lennon Glasses Guy, Purple, and me.
It was impressively windy out. My wing got a wood chipper out front, which made for some interesting tangents in conversation.
lb and radius and I walked up to the milkshake bunker. It was impressively windy. I carried an umbrella, and spent more than half the walk pointing it like a shield into the wind. radius had to run back shortly. lb and I chatted more, then spotted the predicted lull in the wind and rain, and walked down during that.
That would have been the window of opportunity for radius to bike home, but it was a missed window because of reasons.
Finally got the I-9 stuff completed with my manager. The whole exercise involved the terrible web design of the new contractor management company, one which had previously failed to load the required state list in a way which resulted in swearing, screencaps, and a super pissy voicemail. My manager and I did get a giggle in about the concept of a birth certificate with an expiration date. Further establishing said manager's awesomeness, she is in fact acquainted with Flight of the Conchords and "The Humans are Dead", which Purple and I have been earworming back and forth for the past week or two.
Purple had brought in his brand-new LinnStrument, which is a fancy MIDI controller, and set up camp in his building's atrium next to the "fuseball" table, which is near the former break room in which someone has installed Windows XP. (If I happen on an appropriate frame, I may well make a nice error message to hang on the wall. There are talks about how to arrange for a bootup noise.) So I wandered through the beer bash, put in an appearance at my team's table, then wandered off with something calling itself king cake to Purple's building.
I poked at the LinnStrument a bit. radius appeared. The Tennis-Playing Manager appeared (a fellow from Purple's old team who's been a manager for maybe a year now). Lennon Glasses Guy appeared. There was much tomfoolery with the thing. It was great. radius fetched better speakers. At one point Tennis Manager and Lennon Glasses Guy were playing what sort of turned into a march with hilarious effect. I located the highest note on the keyboard and applied vibrato. Purple got into the settings and reprogrammed the controller to lock out the high notes. :-P
radius managed to crash some part of the setup on Purple's laptop by trying to play Toccata and Fugue in D Minor. I suggested that since someone had said earlier that it looked like a super 1337 hacking keyboard, and Purple had made some (fond) crack about our security group, that it would be super awesome to bring the setup to the internal security convention and have someone bust out the Toccata, slightly evilly.
And speaking of hacking, Purple had to brave the rain to get to the local chapter of 2600. So he hugged me goodnight and headed off. I went back to my desk and got some more work done, including discovering yet another place where the helldesk software was underperforming. Can't a user just email in something with an attachment? (The reason I was emailing with an attachment is because PREVIOUSLY that was the most reliable way to get a picture uploaded from mobile, and certainly the way with the fewest moving parts. The reason I had to do that was because the power outlets the guys were trying to use seemed to have a problem with the ground part of the outlet.)
Nora called just as I was punching in my hours. Nora's battery died shortly after I got my coffee mug scrubbed out.
radius is spending the night at work, due to bike and rain. (I did offer car and rope, but that was not a super viable solution particularly as Vash has no roof rack.)
Then I went home, still in the rain. I went to bed before finishing up all my internet last night, so I'm making up for it tonight. I discovered that iTunes had fucked everything up in terms of my podcast subscriptions, and then in the process of trying to re-subscribe to everything, realized that I had logged out or something? and logging back in got me back the stuff but a lot had to be re-downloaded and really I'm in this state of YOU BASTARDS I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST YOU TO AT LEAST NOT FUCK THIS UP and I'm really not amused. Perhaps it's revenge for me watching TV last night? Or (more likely) an update and reboot fucking shit.
#bloodcannon is mild and intermittent, barely worthy of the "cannon" at all, until it is.