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azurelunatic: Log book entry from Adm. Hopper's command: "Relay #70 Panel F (moth) in relay. First actual case of bug being found" (bug)
Ganders would not make a particularly great melee weapon. Not while hand-held, anyway.

(I'm honestly not sure how we got there. I can trace it back as far as the horse-sized duck and the duck-sized horses, but before that????)
azurelunatic: A spray of $CELEBRATORY_FIZZY_BEVERAGE from a beribboned bottle caught in the moment just after the cork pops. (champagne)
various work stuff )

Lunch was good: I sat down with the Renaissance Man and someone who may have been his former teammate, yet another guy with the same freaking name. (Darkside, upon receiving my wailings on this topic, made some historically-themed jokes at my expense.) Shortly Mr. Zune joined us, and the four of us made quite the jolly half-hour of it. Topics included The Aristocrats, piano comedy as a genre and its brightest stars (which is not a topic the gentlemen had really intended to become experts in, but it turns out if you're into standup and music, you're going to hear of Tom Leher), what-if, the Renaissance Man's status as the Good Twin (his evil twin moved to Alaska), the incredulous powers of my eyebrow to extract increasingly defensive explanations from the relatively morally upright party, my manager's long-suffering patience with the wacky hijinks of myself and others (no, really, I'm not the only loose screw in my department), the requisitioning of odd office supplies via Office Depot, the blanket prohibition on noisy and projectile toys as gifts for all conference attendees, the loophole that didn't prevent noisy toys as committee/manager/helper gifts (I had a few slide whistles), the unlikelihood of getting chainsaws via Office Depot, how helpdesk is basically unflappable, and how if one person walked in to Helpdesk and asked for a chainsaw they'd think he was weird, and if two people do it, they'd think they was friends, and if three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking in to the helpdesk and asking for a chainsaw, and they may think it's a movement.

And all of us chainsaw-lovers belong on the Group W Bench.

From that point, someone, someone who was definitely not me, and was probably one of the #cupcake crew, suggested a team-building exercise where half the people get cans of air, and half the people get little horn-shaped bits of plastic, and you have to build team by finding one person with the other part, and then you're teammates. Later I elaborated on the concept such as each horn would blow at a different pitch, and you'd have to organize yourselves by tone, sort of an air horn version of a handbell choir. I found the idea hysterical.

My Overlady was not impressed by this genius idea, and told me that I wasn't allowed to play poker. Read more... )
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The tips of my hair are still blue enough that when I was playing with my braid in the Renaissance Man's office, sitting against the window, he noticed the blue halo and had to check to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, which could have been a possibility. He's not sure he'd be able to get away with interesting colored hair (despite what sounds like a secret liking for the idea) as he has not been cultivating the same sort of physically as well as personally wacky reputation as I have been.

In the absence of many of the department folks, I have been poking helpdesk with a stick for escalations. Hee, hee, hee.

I have heard some of lb's thoughts on chocolate, happy funtime word games, and deep-dish pizza. He is a Chicago dude.

I have been wandering through the wacky depths of my email box. Oi.

Super-fun topics that the Renaissance Man and I have discussed lately include: Read more... )

anatomy )

The office has been very quiet, except for the printer near my cube, which is making this terrifying squeaky noise that I need to file a ticket about. I got distracted by the contents of my email box.

I am attempting to catch up on Homestuck again. It's sort of slow going, because I'm very, very behind.
azurelunatic: Animated purple vibrator on blue background.  (Divine Oscillations)
The Renaissance Man has been setting up his new tv and associated media empire. "60 inches of fun!" he said, or words to that effect, stretching out his arms on the diagonal.

I snerked. "Sorry," I said, with the inflection that means "Sorry; I have a dirty mind and something that you just said set off the innuendo machine."

He eyebrowed for clarification, so I went on.

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azurelunatic: (Greater) Tits Against the RTE (the bird kind of tit). (and by tits I mean the bird)
Arrived at work in time to get a decent seat for the Very Large Meeting. Finished my Very Bi Pride Hat while at said meeting, for this was one of the meetings where not only is my role sitting down and shutting up and listening, but generally doing so from the back row and quietly. Yay crocheting. I managed, of course, to slop orange juice (not the real kind, the possibly-Tang kind) all down my front, where the cornmeal from the baked-scrambled-eggs-and-bacon bun adhered to it. Classy. So I went and soaked the front of my shirt in the getting of that off.

Next I got some iced coffee, so I could caffeinate while I did deskwork. I put half-and-half in it. I put some caramel in it. Then I knocked it over, soaking the user's manual for my headphones, the case for said headphones, a plastic baggie of binder clips (hardcore, I know), and splashing up the sides of three rainbow packs of post-its. Plus a substantial patch of floor. I filed a ticket for janitorial.

There was deskwork, there was lunch, there was spraying my shirt in the tit with coffee (apparently safely; I didn't get hurt), there was complaining about my liquid-related shenanigans to my Overlady, who did trump me by having managed to spill gasoline all up and down one leg, once upon a time, on her way to work. At least it didn't catch fire. Though my usual "reassuring" parting statement, "Well, nothing's on fire!" was more incorrect than usual today, because not only were there some houses on fire thattaway, there was also a recycling yard on fire the other way, and the combined stench was not sparing the air in the slightest. I feared coke bukkake later, but this did not transpire.

My manager had a meeting scheduled over our 1:1, but that's life! I have the flexible. Deskwork, then a research team meeting, and then SIGNING CARDS. So many cards. And deskwork again!

My manager has been hypnotized by my ever-changing colored lights, which I leave up all year but only plug in for holidays. They are rainbowtastic! I shared my victory in the matter of postmaster. Also my documentation in the matter of helpdeskfollowup. Apparently these are the darkest of arts.


Various current hilarity, much related to #$NEWCHANNEL and/or its denizens, and much because it's been repeated to the point of hilarity but not yet to the point of non-hilarity, mostly laid down here for my own posterior posterity:
some grosser and/or more anatomical than others )

My tweets

Dec. 17th, 2013 12:01 pm
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azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
I managed to score a parking spot within a holler of the door. Well, maybe a hoot and a holler.

Thence, deskwork. Loads of deskwork. I did things and called people and emailed people and still feel like I'm sort of behind, but at least it's a kind of behind that comes with progress and stuff emanating from the department of the people who handle some of the murkier tickets.

Somewhere in there, I found food.

There were supposed to be games tonight, but in between all the deskwork, I was also bewilderedly and dizzily menstruating my marrow out. So I decided that I was not going anywhere not on my own floor, and stayed pretty close to my desk. (My favorite. Data entry.)

My manager dropped by and told me of the plans for tomorrow. The Junior Researcher dropped by and chatted about swag. I tottered past the Renaissance Man's office to drop off my plate, and on the way back we chatted a bit, including a bro-fistbump for having shared the experience of freezing the bottoms of our feet off in really stupid ways when much younger. Neither of us lost toes to the experience.

Chatted with Kat for a bit on the way home. She will have finished watching Pacific Rim by this time, and I hope she has enjoyed it for what it is.

I was the last customer through at the Costco gas place. Then I curled up in front of the computer for some refreshing funtimes with a new set of the usual suspects.

My little fish got some good news on the college front today. Yay!

Day

Dec. 14th, 2013 02:16 am
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Dropped by Fry's before work.
Touched base about the conference. Yay meetings!
Got some deskwork done before lunch.
Overlady stopped off with duct tape. It's like she knows me.
Fetched lunch. Managed to gracefully dip my cane in my bowl of soup.
Settled in for lunch with team.
Suddenly the Renaissance Man appeared; his usual lunch buddies had ditched. So he got introductions to my team.
Including my Grandmanager.
When I checked in with my Overlady, I had managed to attain wibbling tizzy, which is definitely an accomplishment. Overlady talked me off ceiling, another.
Deskwork. Again. Continued.
Joined bits of team and floorcousin team for white elephant hilarity. I am a ham. Physical comedy is fun. No licking. House rule.
I helped keep track of snags on whiteboard.
Back for deskwork.
Stage Manager, upon seeing my post-white-elephant glow, asked where he could find some, to my abject confusion.
Renaissance Man came tapping at my cube slightly later.
We proceeded below, and from thence party. One of the Renaissance Man's compatriots joined.
Fiiiiire pit!
Breakdancing elves?
More deskwork.
At last, home!
azurelunatic: "#dw (yes, we can)" and a clenched fist (#dw)
I'm unsure whether the collection of #dreamwidth IRC channels is a karass or granfalloon, but the wampeter is definitely Dreamwidth.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bokononism


(Related: my chat the other night with lb, who invited me back to his place, for values of "his place" involving an IRC channel he founded aaaaaaages ago, where there is no topic and the channel name has essentially fuckall to do with the current use. I feel very accepted: it doesn't seem like this is a thing he does for everyone.)

My tweets

Dec. 3rd, 2013 12:01 pm
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  • Mon, 19:39: ladyspirits: theprettygoodgatsby: my favorite part of hamlet is at the beginning when they see the ghost of... http://t.co/yGXDDba6gK
  • Tue, 00:10: Just found a post-it with "revenge boba" scrawled on it. Pretty sure that lb and I were discussing gonzo kitchen science again.
  • Tue, 00:27: RT @Inoru88: @azurelunatic "gonzo kitchen science" sounds like you put Gonzo, the Swedish Chef, and Dr Bunsen Honeydew together, unsupervis…
  • Tue, 01:01: My fitbit #Fitstats for 12/02/2013: 1,850 steps and 0.8 miles traveled. http://t.co/gFMrr7HEB6
  • Tue, 01:34: RT @xlerb: @azurelunatic First parsed as being about Boba Fett.
  • Tue, 02:13: RT @Ali_Davis: The magnificent antlers of the bisexual are grown and shed each year, and reveal beautiful patterns under ultraviolet light.…
  • Tue, 03:34: RT @norabombay: I am quoted in the daily dot article on crack van. Being an internationally known expert on assbabies is good for some thin…
  • Tue, 03:48: RT Step 1) see if Amazon PrimeAir delivers bees Step 2) look up address for Comcast headquarters Step 3) BEEEEEEEEES #nointernetever #bees
  • Tue, 03:55: RT @FriedGoldDan: A Toyota, racecar and Civic turn up at a velodrome. The cyclist says "This is for bikes, you're thinking of a palindrome."
  • Tue, 03:56: RT @miss_s_b: Oh god. Neuroplasticity, people. If you live in a starkly gendered society YOUR BRAIN WILL ADAPT. *subtweeting the entire ne…
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My tweets

Nov. 27th, 2013 12:01 pm
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Today I give thanks for my Overlady and her detail-oriented wrath, and for being on the correct end of it.
I celebrate the birthday of the sort of friend you're still glad to have sixteen years later.
I give thanks for a damn good job, the sort where you can say "I'm the [department] minion" when introducing yourself to the CEO.
I cherish the growing bonds of fellowship and shenanigans with folks who love figuring out how to break shit as much as I do.
I celebrate the imminent birthday of the (fish) daughter I didn't ask for and got anyway, and also the one whose birthday it isn't.
Also more fish yay!
Hooray for the internet, and all the love and hilarity contained therein.
Hooray for Bluetooth, cellphones, and unlimited minutes.
Hooray for my elusive best friend.
The ocean, the sand, the sky, and the place they meet.

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