Previously: line up AM pills on the left side of the desk, PM pills on the right side, and Both pills in the middle (to be added to boxes after AM pills, and then put on the PM side). This requires extra clearing off of desk space to make sure they all fit. (Bottles that have already been loaded in go back into the "Come With Me If You Want to Live" drawer, either right-side-up if I don't need to do anything else, upside-down in the fabric organizer that the primary stack of filled boxes will go in if they need a refill soon, and upside-down in that place with a little plastic dot inside them if I ran out midway; a set of matching plastic dots mark the compartments where there aren't that pill.)

New procedure: AM pills go in the pink bins on-or-near the desk, PM pills go in the blue (teal) bins, and Both Times pills go in the white bins and migrate to Blue after they've been added to AM.

The colored plastic dots come from Microlet lancet tip protectors. (Used lancets go in my mini Sharps jar, which started life as a Costco Loratadine jar and then got a red paint job on the lid and bottom using some non-preferred nail polish, and a label saying SHARPS on the side, implying Please Don't Fill Above This Line. I dump it into the big sharps bin in the bathroom.)

This weekend featured some Bodily Fail, over which I am still Disgruntled and Apologetic. Fucking cancer. Fucking cancer treatments.


Book status: finished with The Curse of Chalion a day before the audiobook was going to get whisked back to the library, and into Paladin of Souls. (We will probably not do The Hallowed Hunt, and the next person to breathlessly suggest that we do any Sharing Knife gets The Cut Direct. However: Penric, my beloved.)

In other book news, I waxed enthusiastic about All The Warnings on Cyteen to alexseanchai, concluding "But it's great about Growing Up Autistic Under Surveillance" although modern understanding of neurotypes and Azi vs Cit psychology suggests that uh, starting a kid off via 100% Tape-based learning would Probably Not result in Autism. "Oh, they're not sensitive to their discussion, are you Florian" "No, sera" (paraphrase of Ari I and Florian I) hits Significantly Different in context of Autism "Speaks", those morally bankrupt allistic and about-us-without-us fuckers.


Relevant to The Locked Tomb, Target's Halloween shit is coming out, and they have a skull-topped decorative bottle, some blatantly 3rd House skulls that are bedazzled to fuck and back, and a "Finally, some peace and quiet" coffin shaped motto board with a skull that could be painted into a number of different House skulls.

I have a half-written entry about the latest Kipper/Llama-related stunts. Hilariously, it involves basically zero problems from the actual Kipper/Llama team, and an ever-escalating metric fuckton of DNS woes. That thing that Mr. Bronze said, once upon a time: "When two black magicians fight in a room? The stuff that falls to the floor? That's DNS." All of which means I am now going up against the black magicians. The Renaissance Man has made a helpful suggestion; said helpful suggestion has been passed along through the Kipper/Llama lines, and might actually happen, depending on the number of affected users.



Sadly I missed the new year lunch, which doubled as a going-away lunch for Researcher Lannister, whose last day is Friday. Alas, sleep schedule.


In case anybody else has not independently come up with this one: ( Fun with calendars. )


I'm feeling halfway++ confident again about the workplace events planning. I suspect I am due for sending more candy in the direction of the Events team, via inter-office mail.


I found Mr. Zune staring at a wall in my wing. He was staring at some papers my teammates had put up: he's working on a thing that involves some design elements, and he doesn't want my department to fucking kill him. He explained a little of what his problem was while I refilled my coffee (decaf). I facilitated an introduction to one of the people on said papers on the wall, and they'll be having a meeting tomorrow to help him figure out what the entire fuck he's doing, visually speaking.


It turns out that the Renaissance Man and I have both read a rather lot of Bujold. This occasioned a high-five, and I'm going to have to send him the patch-package for the back of CryoBurn. He is not a current or former Listee, which would have been just too hilarious. He did, however, have The Warrior's Apprentice recommended to him by Lois Herself, with instructions to omg ignore the cover, omg. :D


It turns out that I can in fact explain "knotting" usefully. I am now going to have to search to see if there is a fic that is simultaneously involving knotting, a tied hockey score, and Shibari. (I just explained it via werewolves; I didn't actually get into A/B/O.) Also, the game "lube/not-lube" is fundamentally different when you think the game is about whether you would require lube in order to stick that item up somewhere, rather than if that item would work as lube. Consider the pineapple. Consider the pineapple, sideways. Fortunately we got that one straightened out.


Apropos of hilarity earlier, I find myself watching Ally McBeal tonight. "Whipped cream moment" has been added to my personal lexicon. The Renaissance Man explained the three simple questions. It is a defining moment of realization involving the licking of whipped cream out of anatomy, and whether and how viscerally that gets you going.

I still remember one of those moments for me. The thing about getting to know someone new is that we don't already know each other's deep backstories. So in order for that whipped cream moment to make sense when related, I had to start at Beltane of 1995, with another sexuality-defining three simple questions. And the thing about Beltane 1995 is, the story starts in September of 1994 when Bugs posed in the doorway of the hands-on tech-based bio class on the first day of our freshman year and announced that he was IN THE HOUSE.

( Hilarity ensues, including me desperately trying not to grope my amazing ex A in her amazing tits while offering platonic comfort before we were dating. )

About that NSFW ImpSec jewelry thing, the conversation, reconstructed from Twitter:

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Title: "From the Secret Adventures of Ivan Vorpatril: The XY Caper"
Author: azurelunatic
Fandom: Bujold: Vorkosigan: Ivan-is-a-spy AU/secret canon
Starring: Ivan, Dono, and supporting cast
Rating: brief mentions Ivan's sex drive/bits
Size: 4 kb
Advisories: This is a straight re-tread of the latter half of the Ivan-finds-out-about-Donna scene. The blocking and dialogue is lifted directly from the original.
Written overnight, without benefit of beta.
This is not my sandbox; I merely play here.
Notes: I believe this AU belongs to jmtorres, for whom this commentfic was written. (Originally posted here.)


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It's a little hard to distinguish some of the Ms. Ethnic World contestants toting costume from con-goers. Except the ladies in question don't have con badges.

Darkside was Not There, as he'd gone off with Friends -- I probably should have called ahead, his father said. Yeah, I probably should have, but it was all right for me to make the trip there. There from here at the con site is not half as far as there from home base. And I felt like I needed to get some air.

I seem to have collected a bit of a fangirl. That amuses-and-delights me ever so greatly! I have a very small handful of amusing filksongs. It's evidently nice to have original and amusing material at circles.

Some complete random just came up to me to dump his squee about talking to OMG GREAT WRITER. He'd evidently been sitting HARD on his inner fanboy throughout the twenty-minute conversation, and had to talk to someone, anyone, including the random chick with laptop, about it lest he explode. The transaction has left him less in danger of going 'splodey, and me possessed of a bigger grin.

Fandom is a small enough community that I bet people on the Bujold list who know me online are here at the con right now and don't even recognize me. (And I don't even recognize them, because the badges? So not particularly readable. Or informative.)

I guess I would be getting more out of the con experience if I had more of a crowd (a few people are good; for someone like me, an active crowd is so much better) ... and partly, everything compares back to CTY. This isn't CTY. I should probably stop expecting it to be, but anything that isn't even approaching CTY is going to be a bit of an anticlimax. It may be delightfully fun and worth the repeating, but ... not what it could have been.