- Thu, 12:39: I did not choose a super waterfast lipstick combo today. Washed my face & it was like my mouth was bleeding. Alarming!
- Fri, 01:03: My fitbit #Fitstats_en_US for 1/29/2015: 7,504 steps and 3.2 miles traveled. http://t.co/gFMrr7ZfJa
- Fri, 04:30: Photo: nerdwegian: i can quit any time i want to http://t.co/vUgFER266d
- Fri, 07:01: Brainphrasings: like a handful of steel bees in an oil drum
It turns out that the timer set via NFC chip on my phone does not go off when I'm on a phonecall. So I was later than planned to the family Thanksgiving thing. I brought:
* a box of Trader Joe's turkey gravy, in case my aunt was not in a gravy-making mood
* a jar of IKEA lingonberry sauce, in case no one else had thought about cranberry sauce (both Tay and Aunt-Fayoumis did)
* Sparkling cider, Costco-size
* Cards Against Humanity (and Crabs Adjust Humidity), the Bigger, Blacker Box
The turkey took quite some time in the oven. Dinner was going to be around four-ish, but the turkey had other ideas. There was food!!
( Read more... )
It was at Guide Dog Aunt's house, so she and Woodworking Uncle were there. Aunt-Fayoumis had come up from SoCal. Tay and her Young Man came down from the city. Hipster Cousin was at home in Portland, and while Infamous Cousin had spent the night, he had several things to go to -- cooking at Mom's in the morning, helping his girlfriend with her cooking in the morning, going to another party in the afternoon, and then heading back to his girlfriend's.
It's been 14 years since Woodworking Uncle was at my erstwhile Overlady's new gig, so it's doubtful that many people there will remember him now.
My sister had been threatening to make cricket and earthworm flour cookies. She brought them. They were the little round gingersnaps, made with whole wheat pastry flour, coconut flour, and of course cricket flour and earthworm flour. They were mostly insufficiently gingery and sort of dry gingersnaps, despite Tay's Young Man drizzling more molasses on them. Tay said that they smelled sort of like dog food, and that it was the same scent from the cricket flour. I tried one. It was not terrible, but one was enough.
There was cooking and chatter and fun. The poodle is still in the Cone of Shame: he has five more days in it, for a total of 30. He seems much more energetic than the last time I was over. Kit, aka Sharkface, remains glossy and ever so enthusiastic. She was out in the yard; Guide Dog Aunt went to bring her in, but she was too wound up. So they played very energetic games in the back yard for a while before bringing her in. She got tucked in her kennel with a kongful of kibble and then a chewie, which she very enthusiastically demolished.
The table centerpiece was a fairly large squash, flanked by pomegranates and tangerines. Aunt-Fayoumis had polished the tangerines, as they hadn't been up to her exacting standards.
Everything was delicious. (Except, perhaps, the cookies.)
I mentioned the rule against me blowing bees in the courtyard to Tay, and then we were suddenly reminded of one of our dad's stories. I sent two emails: first, Purple, advising him that there was apparently a family history, and then Dad, to ask about the exact story (as I didn't want to get it wrong). This morning, he'd remembered it:
I don't believe that I had this consciously in mind on that lovely late summer day when I bounced the yellowjacket off Purple's arm. (The version that Tay and I remembered was slightly more embroidered and had ended, Shawnlike, in him spitting out an astonished and angry yellowjacket. The real version is still great.)
After dinner, we played Cards Against Humanity. It was the first time for Woodworking Uncle and Tay's Young Man. There was some joking that Tay and her Young Man might be cheating, because of how often Tay chose her Young Man's submissions. And apparently when Hipster Cousin and his girlfriend played Balderdash, you could tell which was Hipster Cousin's because of all her giggling.
My eternal Cards Against Humanity house rule is: this game is for fun. If there is a card that is not fun and is actually terrible, it should not be played; if I think it's terrible too, I am open to throwing it out; if I don't think it's so terrible it should be thrown out, it should nonetheless be withdrawn from that game, marked on the front, and perhaps not put in play in future games; cards which continue to be flagged as terrible should be permanently removed from my deck even if I don't personally object, because enough of my friends won't have fun with them. I have thrown out several so far, and will probably continue to do so into the future.
( The best card )
Tay packed me a very full bag of "creepy cookies" to take to work. I will, of course, tell everyone what is in them. I may make some ginger-lemon frosting, to improve the taste.
I slept through most of Black Friday, though I did accidentally help blow up![[twitter.com profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/e0caa790ec10/-/twitter.com/favicon.ico)
LikeALiar's phone during a meeting, woops. She'd asked for recs! And then we all got in a very intense discussion of The Magicians.
I kind of loved it, because both Harry Potter and Narnia lied to me, and I was that kind of very bright student. Quentin is also a little shit, and both Quentin and the author don't give women a fair turn. I can't think about Quentin as a man, rather than as a person, or I get too stabbity. Seeing Quentin helped me move on from being Quentin.
Tomorrow there is going to be something going on at Guide Dog Aunt's. I hope I'll be awake. And then Sunday, I'm planning to meet up for coffee and fibercraft with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
quartzpebble. Yay!
* a box of Trader Joe's turkey gravy, in case my aunt was not in a gravy-making mood
* a jar of IKEA lingonberry sauce, in case no one else had thought about cranberry sauce (both Tay and Aunt-Fayoumis did)
* Sparkling cider, Costco-size
* Cards Against Humanity (and Crabs Adjust Humidity), the Bigger, Blacker Box
The turkey took quite some time in the oven. Dinner was going to be around four-ish, but the turkey had other ideas. There was food!!
( Read more... )
It was at Guide Dog Aunt's house, so she and Woodworking Uncle were there. Aunt-Fayoumis had come up from SoCal. Tay and her Young Man came down from the city. Hipster Cousin was at home in Portland, and while Infamous Cousin had spent the night, he had several things to go to -- cooking at Mom's in the morning, helping his girlfriend with her cooking in the morning, going to another party in the afternoon, and then heading back to his girlfriend's.
It's been 14 years since Woodworking Uncle was at my erstwhile Overlady's new gig, so it's doubtful that many people there will remember him now.
My sister had been threatening to make cricket and earthworm flour cookies. She brought them. They were the little round gingersnaps, made with whole wheat pastry flour, coconut flour, and of course cricket flour and earthworm flour. They were mostly insufficiently gingery and sort of dry gingersnaps, despite Tay's Young Man drizzling more molasses on them. Tay said that they smelled sort of like dog food, and that it was the same scent from the cricket flour. I tried one. It was not terrible, but one was enough.
There was cooking and chatter and fun. The poodle is still in the Cone of Shame: he has five more days in it, for a total of 30. He seems much more energetic than the last time I was over. Kit, aka Sharkface, remains glossy and ever so enthusiastic. She was out in the yard; Guide Dog Aunt went to bring her in, but she was too wound up. So they played very energetic games in the back yard for a while before bringing her in. She got tucked in her kennel with a kongful of kibble and then a chewie, which she very enthusiastically demolished.
The table centerpiece was a fairly large squash, flanked by pomegranates and tangerines. Aunt-Fayoumis had polished the tangerines, as they hadn't been up to her exacting standards.
Everything was delicious. (Except, perhaps, the cookies.)
I mentioned the rule against me blowing bees in the courtyard to Tay, and then we were suddenly reminded of one of our dad's stories. I sent two emails: first, Purple, advising him that there was apparently a family history, and then Dad, to ask about the exact story (as I didn't want to get it wrong). This morning, he'd remembered it:
I was eating lunch outside [in Berkeley] with some friends, I noticed that an uninvited yellowjacket was cutting out a piece of meat, eating my lunch! It was positioned such that thumping it away was unreasonable, but I had a straw! I pinched near the mouth end of the straw with my thumbnail because I didn't want a yellowjacket down my throat, and placed the suction end near the backside of the miscreant glutton, sucked hard, felt and heard the insect hit the pinched part, and blew it into the bushes! Table companions showed astonishment behavior.
I don't believe that I had this consciously in mind on that lovely late summer day when I bounced the yellowjacket off Purple's arm. (The version that Tay and I remembered was slightly more embroidered and had ended, Shawnlike, in him spitting out an astonished and angry yellowjacket. The real version is still great.)
After dinner, we played Cards Against Humanity. It was the first time for Woodworking Uncle and Tay's Young Man. There was some joking that Tay and her Young Man might be cheating, because of how often Tay chose her Young Man's submissions. And apparently when Hipster Cousin and his girlfriend played Balderdash, you could tell which was Hipster Cousin's because of all her giggling.
My eternal Cards Against Humanity house rule is: this game is for fun. If there is a card that is not fun and is actually terrible, it should not be played; if I think it's terrible too, I am open to throwing it out; if I don't think it's so terrible it should be thrown out, it should nonetheless be withdrawn from that game, marked on the front, and perhaps not put in play in future games; cards which continue to be flagged as terrible should be permanently removed from my deck even if I don't personally object, because enough of my friends won't have fun with them. I have thrown out several so far, and will probably continue to do so into the future.
( The best card )
Tay packed me a very full bag of "creepy cookies" to take to work. I will, of course, tell everyone what is in them. I may make some ginger-lemon frosting, to improve the taste.
I slept through most of Black Friday, though I did accidentally help blow up
I kind of loved it, because both Harry Potter and Narnia lied to me, and I was that kind of very bright student. Quentin is also a little shit, and both Quentin and the author don't give women a fair turn. I can't think about Quentin as a man, rather than as a person, or I get too stabbity. Seeing Quentin helped me move on from being Quentin.
Tomorrow there is going to be something going on at Guide Dog Aunt's. I hope I'll be awake. And then Sunday, I'm planning to meet up for coffee and fibercraft with
quartzpebble. Yay!- Wed, 12:55: "Loon beak size measuring is not a conversation whose gestures I need seen from a distance. "
- Wed, 13:37: RT @thatjohn: Do you know about Kathy Sierra? You should. Read this now. Especially if you think positively of weev. http://t.co/4LblDA2cCM
- Wed, 16:04: "Is that a loon in your lululemons, or are you just happy to see me?" #outofcontexttheatre #loonmeasuring #loonpills #DNW @oakandsage
- Thu, 01:03: My fitbit #Fitstats for 10/08/2014: 5,925 steps and 2.6 miles traveled. http://t.co/gFMrr7HEB6
- Thu, 04:30: Photo: honeyllove: frenchbarbiie: spankmethorin: radgreymon: rudegirlqueer: sarcasticxfantastic:... http://t.co/7Q1ZOK6M6Q
- Thu, 05:44: Best unintentionally filthy gestures: someone with large hands miming washing a too-small coffee mug. #fisting
- Thu, 09:25: RT @seananmcguire: I AM A PINATA FULL OF BEES! #TerribleBattleCries
- Thu, 09:25: RT @Inoru88: Re the RT: Sounds like @azurelunatic's battle cry. >____>
- Thu, 09:26: RT @LeVostreGC: Þanke Þor yt ys Þoresdaye! Celebrate todaye as yf ye were Þ to be wylde.
a vehicle for the transportation of butter
Sep. 4th, 2014 11:50 pmYay, the team flatscreen was moved with basically no problems. I say basically. The moving crew was really sweet and left a note saying that they couldn't move the mac mini that went with the flatscreen because it was locked down. (This was a known factor.) So after lunch I wandered over to the old place, emailed helpdesk with the basic request, and popped into the local helpdesk office. Local helpdesk recognized me on sight, accepted my authority to request the move, and unlocked the cable for me.
I accidentally started a conversation about bee fellatio in #adventuresofstnono. One of our number discovered a wasp in a work bathroom. She flushed it. I mentioned that I'd accidentally blown a wasp at Purple the other day.
<@CatMonk> s/at.*//
<@AzureJaneL> that's what she said.
<@AzureJaneL> specifically, three of my friends started speculating about blowing bees
<@AzureJaneL> and that's when I went to wikipedia and learned way too much about bee reproduction
CatMonk took the opportunity to go on a wikidive, reporting various bee facts back to the channel every now and then. It was great.
In one of my less official functions as the maintainer of the team hummingbird feeder, I wound up with some maple drops (hard, rather than the soft maple sugar). I left one with everybody who was in on the team who sits in our wing.
There was an interruption in Dreamwidth service this morning. The root cause was a problem with the DNS; Dreamwidth has now switched DNS providers. There is more detail and explanation in dw_maintenance. And while I am used to describing Dreamwidth to my tech-y, non-internet-fandom friends as "a little open source project, social blogging, a code fork of the formerly open-source LiveJournal" -- the fact is that while the open source project (the codebase) side of Dreamwidth has had code gone live from 26 people in a July-to-July year span, there are some 55,000-odd active users of the Dreamwidth.org social blogging site currently. (Because it's a common misconception, open source is not the same as non-profit. Open source means that the computer code is visible and freely available. A non-profit organization has a specific legal meaning in the US; Dreamwidth Studios LLC is a for-profit company which happens to believe in reinvesting a lot of its profits back into the business and in support of the open source project, which is awesome.)
Hilariously, I tuned out for some of the evening A-Team call about one of the new procurement/travel/expense things while wrestling with the current procurement tool. Woe. Woe and shenanigans.
Mr. Zune asked if he could use one of my sawed-off pool noodles in context of some of the mildly inexplicable UI decisions of the new travel thing, so I popped upstairs for a bit. On my way, I noticed that helpdesk's door was open, so I popped in there, said hi to the guy who'd been off on another project for a while, and left some candy. It so happens that he particularly likes the peanut butter Lindor balls.
Stories which I have told to Mr. Zune include that time that O walloped F with the frickin' clue bat, that time when F didn't heed his oil change light, the time when I hid in F's closet from his parents, the time I changed the water pump in Mama's car. Also, F as compared to Purple, and why I sometimes think of them in the same metacategories. (And, surprising possibly nobody, I like Purple better, because having a good idea of how the world works and occasionally saying asshole things for the sake of humor is generally less harmful than having no idea how the world works and holding opinions which range from hurtful to harmful because we don't live in the ideal world.)
That dude dropped by Mr. Zune's office to summon him over to look at a thing when he had a minute. He complimented me on the reflector on my work badge. I explained the reflector treatment that my canes usually get, and cautioned the guy about the maniacs in the parking lot. The guy said that he knew of a particular maniac -- him! I alerted him about the big white van that cuts across the rows in a most unsettling and high speed way.
There was a notification of some more inexplicable than usual shenanigans.
Purple is not opposed to maple candy, but a little is enough because it's usually so very sweet. "This is good! Now if only there were a stack of pancakes to go under it..." That resulted in us discussing butter candy, and how you would make it. I pointed out that butterscotch is a thing which exists. Purple waved that off, and the eventual theoretical confection is composed of liquid clarified butter inside solid butter inside butterfinger inside butterscotch. (There was a discussion about the nature of Werther's, in which I exasperatedly laid out the Venn Diagram wherein butterscotch contains Werther's.)
After various discussion of food cravings, I got pho for dinner. It was delicious.
There's a new Seanan book which I must get my hands on. Perhaps this weekend.
I am attempting to reclaim my bachelor pad from the depths of Foul Bachelorette Frog territory. There's some visible progress. Latest has involved some lingerie bags, which should help both with the issue where underwear gets strewn about the bathroom until laundry day, and the issue where bras get twisted and snag on things, and elastic gets unraveled and ties up everything into a really hilarious knot that Noah would be proud of.
I accidentally started a conversation about bee fellatio in #adventuresofstnono. One of our number discovered a wasp in a work bathroom. She flushed it. I mentioned that I'd accidentally blown a wasp at Purple the other day.
<@CatMonk> s/at.*//
<@AzureJaneL> that's what she said.
<@AzureJaneL> specifically, three of my friends started speculating about blowing bees
<@AzureJaneL> and that's when I went to wikipedia and learned way too much about bee reproduction
CatMonk took the opportunity to go on a wikidive, reporting various bee facts back to the channel every now and then. It was great.
In one of my less official functions as the maintainer of the team hummingbird feeder, I wound up with some maple drops (hard, rather than the soft maple sugar). I left one with everybody who was in on the team who sits in our wing.
There was an interruption in Dreamwidth service this morning. The root cause was a problem with the DNS; Dreamwidth has now switched DNS providers. There is more detail and explanation in dw_maintenance. And while I am used to describing Dreamwidth to my tech-y, non-internet-fandom friends as "a little open source project, social blogging, a code fork of the formerly open-source LiveJournal" -- the fact is that while the open source project (the codebase) side of Dreamwidth has had code gone live from 26 people in a July-to-July year span, there are some 55,000-odd active users of the Dreamwidth.org social blogging site currently. (Because it's a common misconception, open source is not the same as non-profit. Open source means that the computer code is visible and freely available. A non-profit organization has a specific legal meaning in the US; Dreamwidth Studios LLC is a for-profit company which happens to believe in reinvesting a lot of its profits back into the business and in support of the open source project, which is awesome.)
Hilariously, I tuned out for some of the evening A-Team call about one of the new procurement/travel/expense things while wrestling with the current procurement tool. Woe. Woe and shenanigans.
Mr. Zune asked if he could use one of my sawed-off pool noodles in context of some of the mildly inexplicable UI decisions of the new travel thing, so I popped upstairs for a bit. On my way, I noticed that helpdesk's door was open, so I popped in there, said hi to the guy who'd been off on another project for a while, and left some candy. It so happens that he particularly likes the peanut butter Lindor balls.
Stories which I have told to Mr. Zune include that time that O walloped F with the frickin' clue bat, that time when F didn't heed his oil change light, the time when I hid in F's closet from his parents, the time I changed the water pump in Mama's car. Also, F as compared to Purple, and why I sometimes think of them in the same metacategories. (And, surprising possibly nobody, I like Purple better, because having a good idea of how the world works and occasionally saying asshole things for the sake of humor is generally less harmful than having no idea how the world works and holding opinions which range from hurtful to harmful because we don't live in the ideal world.)
That dude dropped by Mr. Zune's office to summon him over to look at a thing when he had a minute. He complimented me on the reflector on my work badge. I explained the reflector treatment that my canes usually get, and cautioned the guy about the maniacs in the parking lot. The guy said that he knew of a particular maniac -- him! I alerted him about the big white van that cuts across the rows in a most unsettling and high speed way.
There was a notification of some more inexplicable than usual shenanigans.
Purple is not opposed to maple candy, but a little is enough because it's usually so very sweet. "This is good! Now if only there were a stack of pancakes to go under it..." That resulted in us discussing butter candy, and how you would make it. I pointed out that butterscotch is a thing which exists. Purple waved that off, and the eventual theoretical confection is composed of liquid clarified butter inside solid butter inside butterfinger inside butterscotch. (There was a discussion about the nature of Werther's, in which I exasperatedly laid out the Venn Diagram wherein butterscotch contains Werther's.)
After various discussion of food cravings, I got pho for dinner. It was delicious.
There's a new Seanan book which I must get my hands on. Perhaps this weekend.
I am attempting to reclaim my bachelor pad from the depths of Foul Bachelorette Frog territory. There's some visible progress. Latest has involved some lingerie bags, which should help both with the issue where underwear gets strewn about the bathroom until laundry day, and the issue where bras get twisted and snag on things, and elastic gets unraveled and ties up everything into a really hilarious knot that Noah would be proud of.
The Eye of the Bee-Holder
Aug. 29th, 2014 02:48 amToday Purple called lunch early, as he had a 1pm meeting. I got in shortly after the lunch call, headed for the cafeteria, didn't see Purple, and didn't see any of the usual suspects from his crew. I did see two ladies at a table by themselves (the third who had joined them yesterday having other obligations elsewhere). So I joined them, and texted: "Invisible Purple? I'm outside."
Purple shortly appeared and took the fourth chair at the table; he'd seen no one earlier, so he'd headed back to his desk. I made introductions, and added to Purple that these ladies were two of three of my lunch companions the previous day. Purple cracked a bee joke.
"You told him?!?!"
"He's the friend who I accidentally blew the wasp at."
That broke the ice, and shortly the table was an outpost of vaguely terrible hilarity. Presently Purple said something, so I made the beckon-and-punch gesture at him. Our tablemates spotted it and identified it as some sort of special sign language. "It means, 'come over here so I can hit you,'" I translated.
Apparently I am usually so very supernaturally nice to teammates that it's got to balance out somehow. And I'm not sure how this feeds in to the idea that I teleport everywhere. Purple was charmed by the fact that someone else whipped out a pocket knife and casually sliced up some fruit, as he often gets weird looks for doing the same.
I got into a general data-entry-and-productivity groove late in the evening. The guy emptying wastebaskets came around. I waved to him. The fellow I think of as the ginger security guard came by. "Hey Beautiful," he hailed me, and we made small talk about my cube's refrigerator. His phone whistled at him, and he headed back on his rounds.
( Anatomy of a panic attack, discussion of street harassment, discussion of Bad Social Dynamics, and Shawn. )
Various other bits of conversation occurred, and then I got an earworm. I just busted up giggling, and had to do some pretty fancy shenanigans in order to actually explain the earworm when gasping "Cyril Connelly!" and then giggling some more did not make everything clear. There are not all that many songs out there which involve actual bees in figurative birds-and-bees situations which I am aware of. In fact, "Eric the Half a Bee" is the only one where I am aware of the line "I love him carnally" existing in a bee-related context. Oh, Monty Python. Beauty is indeed in the eye of the bee-holder.
Purple shortly appeared and took the fourth chair at the table; he'd seen no one earlier, so he'd headed back to his desk. I made introductions, and added to Purple that these ladies were two of three of my lunch companions the previous day. Purple cracked a bee joke.
"You told him?!?!"
"He's the friend who I accidentally blew the wasp at."
That broke the ice, and shortly the table was an outpost of vaguely terrible hilarity. Presently Purple said something, so I made the beckon-and-punch gesture at him. Our tablemates spotted it and identified it as some sort of special sign language. "It means, 'come over here so I can hit you,'" I translated.
Apparently I am usually so very supernaturally nice to teammates that it's got to balance out somehow. And I'm not sure how this feeds in to the idea that I teleport everywhere. Purple was charmed by the fact that someone else whipped out a pocket knife and casually sliced up some fruit, as he often gets weird looks for doing the same.
I got into a general data-entry-and-productivity groove late in the evening. The guy emptying wastebaskets came around. I waved to him. The fellow I think of as the ginger security guard came by. "Hey Beautiful," he hailed me, and we made small talk about my cube's refrigerator. His phone whistled at him, and he headed back on his rounds.
( Anatomy of a panic attack, discussion of street harassment, discussion of Bad Social Dynamics, and Shawn. )
Various other bits of conversation occurred, and then I got an earworm. I just busted up giggling, and had to do some pretty fancy shenanigans in order to actually explain the earworm when gasping "Cyril Connelly!" and then giggling some more did not make everything clear. There are not all that many songs out there which involve actual bees in figurative birds-and-bees situations which I am aware of. In fact, "Eric the Half a Bee" is the only one where I am aware of the line "I love him carnally" existing in a bee-related context. Oh, Monty Python. Beauty is indeed in the eye of the bee-holder.
- Wed, 19:09: This is not fever fruit. http://t.co/NTcS1dHvvW
- Wed, 19:42: Bee fellatio is not a wise life choice. #outofcontexttheatre
- Wed, 19:43: Purple reminds me that wasps are not bees. #fairpoint #stillnotagreatlifechoice
- Wed, 19:48: A: "I was not expecting this picture." http://t.co/qaI9ZNWfhC P: "Question answered. I'm not sure I wanted that question answered." #nsfw
- Wed, 20:35: #nsfw I am to never say the phrase "and then you get a face full of bee dick" to Purple again. #outofcontexttheatre
- Wed, 21:37: RT @norabombay: "You! With the semen! Stop it. " out of context theater with @azurelunatic . Seriously out of context.
- Thu, 00:02: My fitbit #Fitstats for 8/27/2014: 4,198 steps and 1.8 miles traveled. http://t.co/gFMrr7HEB6
- Thu, 01:49: Today, my friends managed to get the concept of bee fellatio into my life. My friends are the best. http://t.co/idbmOhP0yX #nsfw #bees
- Thu, 03:09: DW entry: "And then you get a face full of bee dick." #nsfw #bees http://t.co/JYT2lYCjem
- Thu, 03:44: RT @morninggloria: That "date rape drug detecting nail polish" can not possibly work. http://t.co/tLA3SXVFha
Some Social Crowd Jargon
Nov. 14th, 2011 02:38 pmA lot of this is from the legacy #lj_s crowd of '08 or so; there's stuff from #dw and other bits creeping in now.
!PLEH?? -- "Help!" spelled backwards. There was a notable request.
zhzh -- LJ, transliterated back from russian.
cleats -- from Azz's personal shorthand when reviewing suggestions. This is short for "This idea is bad, poorly worded, or otherwise controversial enough that the entire readership of the community will jump up and down on the original poster, wearing cleats." This may or may not also mean "Please go firmly point out why this idea is bad before someone gets the idea that it might have been good."
teapatty -- re-nicking to [your nick]|teapatty indicates that you are drunk. This is because someone attempted to state that they were "not drunk, repeat, not drunk". Unfortunately, this came out as "not drunk, teapatty, not drunk". Sobriety fail, but IRC meme win.
oot -- Out, spelled Canadian-style.
Adding extra 'u's to words -- poking fun at the differences between American and Commonwealth English spelling.
"go fly a kite" -- Jackass 2.5 reference. This involves Malerin's drunken movie-watching habits.
dead manta -- deleted, purged, and renamed to. (from deadmantalks; ex_deadmanta171) // any problem involving unwanted deletion-and-purging, or just plain deletion-and-purging
IRC pastry:
Stickybun or cinnamon roll: Auto-op
Hot cross bun: Voiced operator
Cannoli or Danish: Half-op
Super-Op: pretzel
Founder: croissant
"Alton Brown anal nachos" -- Alton Brown's rather excessively tidy nachos. Collided with the doggy style nachos discussion in #dw.
doggy style nachos -- Originally the twisted brainchild of AK-47 Guy, this involves having doggy-style sex while eating nachos served off the back of one's partner. Discussed extensively in #dw and found to be vastly impractical for a number of reasons including hot cheese, excessive jolting, and Alton Brown.
AK-47 Guy -- Sadly, a real person, who overreacted to a drunken hug from another man by leaping into the closet and inviting his guests to leave by brandishing an AK-47 at them. (Them = JD, Azz, and Azz's then-roommate and then-future roommate.)
jug -- some phones don't like it when you try to type kthx, and come up with jug instead. Jug is now an accepted substitute for kthx.
Questionable Content -- A webcomic, rather than content that is actually questionable, though I imagine there's some of that too.
XKCD -- Another webcomic.
bees -- Betweenjld's regular invocation of Swarm, Eddie Izzard on beekeeping, "that'll give you bees", Urethra Bees, That Damned Bee from Fight the Future, and that time I tried to have a Skype call with a bunch of fish, bees are a thing. Also a certain fairy queen.
!PLEH?? -- "Help!" spelled backwards. There was a notable request.
zhzh -- LJ, transliterated back from russian.
cleats -- from Azz's personal shorthand when reviewing suggestions. This is short for "This idea is bad, poorly worded, or otherwise controversial enough that the entire readership of the community will jump up and down on the original poster, wearing cleats." This may or may not also mean "Please go firmly point out why this idea is bad before someone gets the idea that it might have been good."
teapatty -- re-nicking to [your nick]|teapatty indicates that you are drunk. This is because someone attempted to state that they were "not drunk, repeat, not drunk". Unfortunately, this came out as "not drunk, teapatty, not drunk". Sobriety fail, but IRC meme win.
oot -- Out, spelled Canadian-style.
Adding extra 'u's to words -- poking fun at the differences between American and Commonwealth English spelling.
"go fly a kite" -- Jackass 2.5 reference. This involves Malerin's drunken movie-watching habits.
dead manta -- deleted, purged, and renamed to. (from deadmantalks; ex_deadmanta171) // any problem involving unwanted deletion-and-purging, or just plain deletion-and-purging
IRC pastry:
Stickybun or cinnamon roll: Auto-op
Hot cross bun: Voiced operator
Cannoli or Danish: Half-op
Super-Op: pretzel
Founder: croissant
"Alton Brown anal nachos" -- Alton Brown's rather excessively tidy nachos. Collided with the doggy style nachos discussion in #dw.
doggy style nachos -- Originally the twisted brainchild of AK-47 Guy, this involves having doggy-style sex while eating nachos served off the back of one's partner. Discussed extensively in #dw and found to be vastly impractical for a number of reasons including hot cheese, excessive jolting, and Alton Brown.
AK-47 Guy -- Sadly, a real person, who overreacted to a drunken hug from another man by leaping into the closet and inviting his guests to leave by brandishing an AK-47 at them. (Them = JD, Azz, and Azz's then-roommate and then-future roommate.)
jug -- some phones don't like it when you try to type kthx, and come up with jug instead. Jug is now an accepted substitute for kthx.
Questionable Content -- A webcomic, rather than content that is actually questionable, though I imagine there's some of that too.
XKCD -- Another webcomic.
bees -- Between
jld's regular invocation of Swarm, Eddie Izzard on beekeeping, "that'll give you bees", Urethra Bees, That Damned Bee from Fight the Future, and that time I tried to have a Skype call with a bunch of fish, bees are a thing. Also a certain fairy queen.When ripping CDs, I must have the priority of iTunes set to below normal, or else Thalia's performance goes to the expected place in the expected handbasket.
If I had to have one part of my body painlessly on fire for the rest of my life, but it would set other things on fire, I at first thought that my left pinky finger might be all right. But then I realized that would get in the way of typing. So I thought about my left elbow instead.
Thyme Cube. The world of spices will never be the same.
Via metaquotes: bees.
Via metaquotes: The Creative Process, or: How to write a novel. So true.
So God and the Devil are actually friendly rivals playing a game of chess. Then one of the Knights figures this out. She's pissed.
I tried to tell Heather, with a straight face, that she would think better if I hit her with a bag of salt-water taffy. She didn't buy it. I can't keep a straight face while uttering absurdities.
The body-part-on-fire thing would be an absurd gimmick for some story.
Work2 was deserted when I got there. There was a hard drive crash on a main machine. Deader than dead. They've got good backups. I don't worry. I went home. Darkside and I were both tired, but we giggled a lot, and made horrible jokes at each other. Some keep circling back to each other. Pop goes the weasel. ...or the mail server.
Not entirely all the way through The Amber Spyglass yet, but I might be tomorrow. Or Tuesday. I can't finish it tonight, because I need sleep.
I'm going to try to be better about writing down fantastic ideas when I plot them. They don't do anyone any good just staying in my head.
Rest in peace, Robert Jordan.
If I had to have one part of my body painlessly on fire for the rest of my life, but it would set other things on fire, I at first thought that my left pinky finger might be all right. But then I realized that would get in the way of typing. So I thought about my left elbow instead.
Thyme Cube. The world of spices will never be the same.
Via metaquotes: bees.
Via metaquotes: The Creative Process, or: How to write a novel. So true.
So God and the Devil are actually friendly rivals playing a game of chess. Then one of the Knights figures this out. She's pissed.
I tried to tell Heather, with a straight face, that she would think better if I hit her with a bag of salt-water taffy. She didn't buy it. I can't keep a straight face while uttering absurdities.
The body-part-on-fire thing would be an absurd gimmick for some story.
Work2 was deserted when I got there. There was a hard drive crash on a main machine. Deader than dead. They've got good backups. I don't worry. I went home. Darkside and I were both tired, but we giggled a lot, and made horrible jokes at each other. Some keep circling back to each other. Pop goes the weasel. ...or the mail server.
Not entirely all the way through The Amber Spyglass yet, but I might be tomorrow. Or Tuesday. I can't finish it tonight, because I need sleep.
I'm going to try to be better about writing down fantastic ideas when I plot them. They don't do anyone any good just staying in my head.
Rest in peace, Robert Jordan.
