_FloridaMan, Florida Man
He's a methamphetamine fan
Likes to drive without any plan
Florida Man

He might be drunk, or just in a funk
Wrestling gators, licking a skunk
Hid from the cops, got locked in their trunk
Bungling man, Florida Man.

Researcher Sweatervest was partially in charge of his university's user research lab. Yay! (He likes ours better! Yay!)


I don't know how much Monty Python my manager knows. I suspect I'll find out next week, when she either will or won't side-eye me when I send the following:

Isn’t it awfully nice to have computers
Isn’t it frightfully good to have a host
It’s swell to have a server
It’s best to own a box
From the teeniest Mac Mini or oh hey that Mac Pro rocks...

The most difficult part of this was looking up the original lyrics without entertaining the network crew too much.


I managed to accidentally get pulled over. I was not heretofore aware that this could happen in the way that it happened. There was a patrol car going down the freeway with its lights on in another lane, well away from me. I tried to get the hell out of its way by pulling over and slowing down. Unfortunately, the way I did so combined with the way the patrol car was driving and the actual pulled-over person was driving, resulted in me sandwiched between them.

The voice on the loudspeaker from behind me: "WOULD YOU JUST GET OUT OF THE WAY." The audio properties of the loudspeaker may have added some exasperation to it, but ...

Out of the way I got, using my turn signal properly. I made it to work without further incident.


The phrase "replace their god-given knees with folgers crystals" is the sort of quiet workplace yelling I can appreciate. Also, the phrase "god-given knees" has been bumping around. My god-given knees have been a little dodgy every time I manage to have to hustle or stand around for a few hours. Alas.


Coffee with cherry-lime syrup and also a handful of electric raspberry blue conversation hearts is a combination that might have worked with less sulfurous cherry. I told Purple what was in it, and his audio processing center got knocked offline for a few seconds, and I had to explain each component much more slowly so that he could attempt to assemble a mental image, against his every sense of what was right and proper. I will not be repeating that combination, and I will not be re-ordering that syrup.

Today, I added a handful of the green lime hearts to my glass of cock-cola. It was not terrible. Purple is rather more verbally eloquent face-to-face than he is in textual contexts, so my experiment was greeted with:

lol
nut

before he had to disappear for the evening. I am all right with Purple calling me a nut in this context, as he knows my true name and also I call him "terrible" regularly in much the same contextual tone. (And had he not disappeared with such alacrity, he might have found some form of hazelnut coffee drink on his desk, that being my only nut syrup at the moment.)


Apparently the official workplace position on desk pranking is that managers cannot condone any shenanigans done unto the workspaces of other employees. A manager who is going with the spirit of the regulation rather than the strictest letter might choose to officially not take notice of various happenings in someone's workspace so long as they were sure that it was kindly meant and would be received in the spirit in which it was done. A manager who is hinting at the idea that a little surprise might be well-received is going above and beyond to ensure that the emotional needs of staff are well-met, and might in fact be relieved to hear that other parties had already started in on things that no official notice could be taken of.

Heh. Heh.

So it turns out that I do know "Do You Hear The People Sing" well enough to sing along with the chorus, thanks to Summer Fine Arts Camp and my general time spent around various musical theatre types. (And I have a difficult time not singing along to "I Dreamed a Dream" because while I was not in the actual musicals, I spent the better part of my youth in various choirs.) I discovered this on the phone with zarhooie the other night, where by "the other night" I am pretty sure it was around the end of April, because hilarity directly began to ensue.

And then the bottom fell out of my schedule because conference and also conference.

But the conference is now over.

Do you hear the bloggers sing
Singing a song of angry fen
Heave-ho, hoist up the colors
We'll not be struck-through again
When the posting of your gif
Reveals they all reload as one
There is a site about to start
When tomorrow comes!

(Musical note: you either have to sing "heave" on two notes or skip a note to make it work, and go fast-and-light on "we'll not" and really hammer "be" to make it scan right.)

9:43 PM 2/21/2010
So yeah, there was a power outage this evening. I lit candles, ate crackers, and read.

I have the ending theme for Red Dwarf in my head now. I blame ... actually, I'm not sure who to blame. It is probably Rimmer's fault. Or perhaps Lal! Yes! I blame Lal!

11:11 PM 2/21/2010
Feeling somewhat better, but my throat's still sore from crying.

11:12 PM 2/21/2010
The other half of the recent loquaciousness is the full-sized keyboard, which is hella easy to type on. The netbook is good for reading and for toting around with me, not for typing at much closer to the speed of thought.

7:05 AM 2/22/2010
Not technically awake yet. My new sleeping schedule seems to be 6 hours out, 2 hours up, another 3 hours out. :(

8:19 AM 2/22/2010
http://lubenotlube.freebase.com PLEH PLEH PLEH

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1:48 PM 2/22/2010
To test: does the contextual hover not work when it's closed-membership? (LJ, comms, possible bug)

2:25 PM 2/22/2010
Fics not to write: "The Boy from Durrr" (it is clearly a modern, highschool AU of bits of the Foreigner series, but only the title has popped out at me)

2:27 PM 2/22/2010
Things I must do: get UPS before attempting to work with Ye Olde Desktop, as I mistrust the cleanliness of this apartment's power, and last night was all kinds of lolno. (Though it would be nice to have one for the router too.)

3:05 PM 2/22/2010
Oh dear, one of the Mortal Instruments baby fangirls has got me started again. I'm afraid I'm turning into the Bitter Old Fangirl on that list. If it's a male/male relationship, *there is no "girl" in it* ... well, unless someone *prefers* to be addressed as female, but that's a whole different ball of wax there, isn't it.

3:55 PM 2/22/2010
Showers are one of the most awesome things on earth.

http://twitter.com/azurelunatic/status/9501981078 :
Have you seen it in a fic? Have you got some on your dick? Do you use it here or there? NO! You should not use it anywhere! (PM re:lube/not)
(In PM in IRC, giving context for Lube/Not-Lube)

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12:26 AM 2/23/2010
Have I mentioned lately how I love my hair? Well, I love my hair. It's so soft and dark and sproingy, with just the right amount of wave. I call it "the impossible hair", because sometimes it is, but I really really like it.

12:37 AM 2/23/2010
The power button fell off my TomTom today. I have to start carrying a stylus around with him in order to make him power up and down. (Well, he'll power down when he runs out of battery, but he talks to you in the meantime.) Wouldn't want to send him in for repairs, as San Francisco is *hard*. (Let's not go shopping; see above about *hard*.)

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9:17 PM 2/23/2010
(on the phone with MissKat dictating)

I LOVE AFUNA
I LOVE JANINE AND MARK
I LOVE SARAH
I LOVE WHEN RAH'S A SHARK
I LOVE YOU DREAMWIDTH
AND GABE AND BRANDY TOO

I LOVE DEVELOPERS
I LOVE SUPPORT SQUAD
I LOVE CALIPERS
BUT CHANNEL'S PRETTY ODD
I LOVE YOU DREAMWIDTH
OUR SHEEP ARE PRETTY GREAT

I LOVE THE TOS
AND ITS ENFORCEMENT TEAM
I LOVE THE SWIRLY
AND THE RED SITE SCHEME
I LOVE YOU DREAMWIDTH
AND ACCESSIBILITY

(outtake)
I LOVE THE "CONFERENCE" CALL
AND ALL THE THINGS IT HAS
I LOVE #LJ_SUPPORT
BUT MOSTLY I LOVE AZZ
I LOVE YOU BRAINTWIN
AND MIKE'S HARD LEMONADE

hey MissKat, when you see this, look in your journal for the filk and ask Sophie about her IRC logs.

http://www.girlgeniusonline.com/comic.php?date=20061016 -- I love this sequence. It helps to know that the kid in the top-hat has sarcastically promised his elder (white hair, teeth) that he'll get married already when the elder finds a Heterodyne. Also, I have a crush on Maxim.
The classics: "Gallant is Aroused; Goofus is Horny" -- I traumatized a new (old?) set of IRC volunteers. :D
The Snitches on Malfoy's Boxers Were Incredibly Distracting -- a Rule 34 fic, also used to traumatize IRC.
atalantapendrag's icon is so correct.
http://www.shoeguide.org/Ballet_Boot -- ouch.
http://www.famfamfam.com/lab/icons/silk/previews/index_abc.png -- prettypretty mini-icons.
I may have taken liberties with what a friend said -- when she said that Capt. Picard usually deserved any boggling he was doing, I interpreted that as "tell him I say hi" -- a liberal interpretation, but I think accurate.
(99 Problems) -- I am naughty and filk just a very little bit. norabombay, I blame you for getting me hooked on the Gray Album.


Lemming: I totally rocked the Commonly Confused Words Test. And didn't cheat. I did have to actually think about a few, however, and synecdochic's recent harping on about style was key to one of my successes.
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Bad Touch (Two-Heart Remix). Dr. Who meets the Bloodhound Gang, as remixed by the expert hand of cadhla. It scans, baby. It scans.

There are cons in the world
There are filkers
There are trekkies and trekkers and then
There are those that follow Voy-a-ger
but--
I've never been one of them
I'm a devout Star Wars fan
and have been since the first time I saw
The dramatic clash of lightsabers
That went on and on until dawn
You don't have to be a true Jedi
You don't have to side with the Sith
You don't need to be a Grey Sider
for the truth of the matter it is:

every legend starts and
every fandom twists...

They want the Slughorns, the kind that teach
Friends should be collected for heights that they might reach
They want the Slughorns, the kind that teach
'cause they know he's really keen.

In record time he Transfigures as a chair and he really looks nervous
Dumbly's coming there

He wants the Slughorns, the kind that teach
'cause he knows they're really keen.

Scour the world for the best and brightest clan
But he picked naughty Tom
The death-devouring man

He wants a Slughorn, the kinds that teach
Friends should be collected for heights that they might reach
He wants a Slughorn, the kinds that teach
'cause he knows he's really keen.

What's the sense in evading Dumbledore
When he guessed already those cruxes they were hor

He is a Slughorn, the kind that teach
The man is well-connected, a parasitic leech
He is a Slughorn, the kind that teach
And this time he's not so keen.