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azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (cordless phone)
Got sleep. Woke up. Played online. Petted the cat. Read. Tried calling Dawn; she was at work. She called me back on her lunch break. Is it just me who's boggled by how people sound surprised that I don't hate Darkside's guts and/or am still (best) friends with him? Because, really, best-friend-in-the-universe is not something that I declare lightly, nor something that I give up lightly at the first sign of trouble. I may be a flake in all my other relationships, but that one is something special, and would take something more than my hurt feelings to destroy. (They'll need more than a crane.) m

Tried calling Darkside. No answer in the morning. Connected around 5pm, chatted briefly, though his headache won out eventually. Dawn is to be in town Septemberish; we will make plans. I'm still the communications hub of the old crowd. Touched base with [livejournal.com profile] iroshi. (I hadn't known that the thing in my head did referrals too! Also: soulmates and their multiple functions.)

The space bar is going out on the laptop keyboard here. It's taken a beating, in the years I've had this thing. This laptop is still in better condition than my last one, though.

Started going through the queue. It wasn't as scary as the last few times, but I didn't get half as much done. I did get sidetracked, because while I was going searching for precedents to one thing, I discovered a category of things that hadn't been tagged at all. (Screening.) So I went through the comments tag list and pulled out all the screening ones and tagged them, and tagged some freezing ones that weren't tagged as well. And then I found some older ones that had been sneakily implemented coincidentally and the "oh this happened" hadn't gotten so far as to wind up getting them tagged. So they got tagged. Well, the one that got me started on that particular train was the one that didn't have any sort of status tag on it. So I had to figure out what it was, and it was the sort of thing where I could check really quickly to see if it had happened, and, well, it had! (Adding the recent comments page to the site map, to be specific.)

[livejournal.com profile] gameboyguy13 got off work at some point in there, and came over. There was pie-related insanity.

JD: "It would be bad to have pie *and* cheesecake for dinner, right?"
Azz: "Right. Pick one. ...Or, have one for dinner and the other for dessert."

The cheesecake spawned more insanity. IRC tells the tale:
Read more... )

I dropped JD off and went off to pick up [livejournal.com profile] hcolleen, who'd had a day at least from heck, if not hell. (She got my brain on the topic of poly vs. mono wiring, more about soulmates, and me. That's going to need some reflection, possibly under lock or filter.) I dropped her off at home and made tortillas, bread, and ice cream happen. (JD, you're welcome to some. It's in the freezer.)

Monday will be a Great Stats Crunch. I can hardly wait. I have prepared, with cherries, chocolate, and documentation.
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
I made out copies of the seating chart pre-emptively and handed them out to the supervisors before the 3 pm shift came in, and it was a good job that I did, because getting the actual seating chart up and out took two hours. Two. Whole. Hours.

Part of that, of course, was spying a name on the screengrab of the logins that Just. Did. Not. Belong, sitting in Someone Else's Booth, accosting him, and marching him into the office to talk with the office ladies, meanwhile putting the Fear of Me into him both fore and aft the office conversation. (I hope. I devoutly hope.) He wasn't scheduled in. He was in the wrong booth. He hadn't been given a booth assignment. I don't even know if he was briefed on the job he was working on, to tell the gods' honest truth. (He'd better have been, because he was doing it all day.)

It was a day of ducks, but abruptly, things took a turn for the distinctly better. The Clean-Cut Geek was around and about, setting permissions related to the company shakeupanddown and the related need to use different websites for stuff -- an addition of a domain to the Trusted list, and a registry change to back that up. I snagged the opportunity and mentioned the sadly spyware-addled state of the machine I was on. He said he would take a look at it when he had the time to, which was evidently maybe a year in the future, though he doubted anything would do but a complete reinstall of everything. I begged permission to use my favorite tools to attempt to clean it up. He consented quite happily. I did a dance of glee, then set in with a will.

It's a nice change to spend a happy hour dredging spyware out of the crevices of a computer and be paid for it, for a change.

I went to break late, very smug in my removal of the greater part of 50 pieces of malware from the poor box.

Magic of the day, consulting. )
azurelunatic: Ryoko's gloved hand dripping with her own blood. (bleeding)
Once upon a time, there was a Princess who lived in a palace in a very solitary kingdom very far from the rest of the world. She was betrothed to another Princess in a land far, far away. And then a Bardling came into the life of the Princess, and the Bardling told the Princess tales both wonderful and terrible.

The Princess fell madly in love with the Bardling. And he stayed for three seasons: the fall, the winter, and the spring, and appeared to be courting her.

But as spring came, the Bardling grew nervous, and told the Princess that he must leave her then: he was being summoned to the far-away land of his birth. And he whispered her a deadly secret: he was not truly a Bardling, but in fact a Prince in disguise, and he had been created to be a perfect warrior by an evil magician. And he gave the Princess a token of his love, and she gave him a token of hers, and then he was whisked away to join the Evil Magician in the land far away.

The Princess was no poor enchantress herself... )

Words

Apr. 13th, 2005 03:23 am
azurelunatic: Danger: High Energy Magic Use Area. Stick figure firing wand; pentagram.  (high energy magic)
It being what season it is, I wound up taking some of the pink stuff to help me breathe.

And with that letting-go, as the DVD of The Court Jester froze yet again, and I wanted to kick its ass from here into sometime next week, I found the words.

Hope depends on the willingness to accept hope. Pride. Pride and despair. Vision and pride. Vision and despair. Vision, with no faith that there are things left unseen. Despair. No hope left in that which is seen.

The unseen still holds hope.

Out

Mar. 20th, 2005 11:43 pm
azurelunatic: Danger: High Energy Magic Use Area. Stick figure firing wand; pentagram.  (high energy magic)
Out on clergy call. Not sure of duration.

*waves*
azurelunatic: Cartoon Azz with messy blue hair in a bun, without their glasses, in a nightgown. (Azzsleep)
Obligatory Random Funny: Ikea: The Drinking Game

Writers' group has switched from Thursday to Wednesday, so people looking for me Wednesday shan't find me at home in the evenings. I shall, however, likely be at home Thursday evenings.

V was back. She and I need to get together about Gemini again. I now have [livejournal.com profile] easalle's book from last year to go through, and I'm anticipating it with much glee. She's got The Necromancer's Prayer to shred, and I'm sure it's got plot holes from A to Z. I really need to go back and do things to [livejournal.com profile] ectogenesis now.

Wow. Novels.

And I have to get from point "planning the date" to point "Wherein Disasterous Relatives Strike" with [livejournal.com profile] cuttingrmfloor. Seriously.

I like it when things are going smoothly. Let's hope Marah can kick ass as well as take names, now, shall we? (in reference to the entire freak thing)

Not much with coherent, but then you have to consider that I stayed at the Willow House until midnight, then came home and in the process, was narrowly escaping being mangled/killed in the car, and then not only was up, but then got a rather unmistakable summons about a malfunctioning machine, and that ties in with ministering to the needy. 'Cept most clergy-calls don't include so many boom-'splosions. (No one was hurt in the progress of the clergy-call, except perhaps sanity of many concerned. For which we'll continue to think good thoughts, both for the unhurt, and for the maintaining of said sanity.)

In passing, I note that I do tend to multitask very scarily, rarely devoting the full of my attention to any one thing or person for longer than a few seconds or a few minutes at a time. Even when I'm reading fic, I wind up jumping between the fic and e-mail to clear out spam, or friends page. There are some few precious things that take up near unto my entire attention. I can't play with the computer and have a meaningful conversation with Darkside, not if I'm reading words of any sort whatsoever. I'd have to be Bejeweling or something in order to pay attention to him, and even that feels wrong.

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