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azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (best friends forever)
I aspire to be Ms. Universe when I grow up. Not Mrs. Universe, because that would be kinda creepy, almost Stepfordesque, but more like Mr. Universe. Except for the ending.
Octopus would have been freaky without the 1337 haxx0r thing going on.
Reavers = ew.
Darkside = sweet.
River + ceiling = OTP

Darkside's mother is warm and caring and sweet, and Just Does Not Get some aspects of Geek Social Time. Darkside popped into his room and grabbed Vol 1. of Journey to the West and resumed reading. She warmly, lovingly, and caringly scolded him about Ignoring His Guest, and being Just Like His Dad. In strict point of fact, His Guest had been warmed by the sight of him breaking out a good book, and had actually been contemplating going out to her car and retrieving Her Book, then curling back up on the couch with American Gods and spending a leisurely remainder of the afternoon in companionable silence without the goddamnnoisybox interfering.

Strawberries = good. I now know what I want to use to bribe him with. I am a part-time cleric of Aphrodite -- but all I could think about was the juicy strawberries and the fact that I was sharing them with him. We were having a Moment. That's probably sufficient right there. I didn't even think about attempting to eat the strawberries suggestively. It was just Us. Us and the strawberries. There's a photo of me at my first birthday with a strawberry cake that turned into a royal mess. 25 years later, strawberries and gooey creamy dip-stuff were just the perfect thing. I successfully resisted Cake (left over from yesterday's epic graduation party for Darkside's friend). Given a choice between leftover chocolate cake and sharing strawberries with Darkside? Strawberries win.

After I wake up on Monday? Bookstore time, so I can tell Darkside what he got me. ;)



I woke up to random birthday messages on LJ. I signed in to IRC, and there was a mini birthday party there. Then [livejournal.com profile] swallowtayle called to wish me a happy birthday. After that, I wandered over to work, bearing veggies and chips for the planned potluck in honor of Grandma Cinderella's birthday. I was the only one who remembered that it was happening... Work did wish me a happy birthday, though. Then I went over to see Darkside, since our communications about the date had been left at "I'm not sure -- I have $EVENT Friday, and then $RELATED_EVENT Saturday... we'll see?" He and I had left at about the same time; when his mom called him, he was a quarter mile away from my doorstep. Much hilarity was had; he turned around and came back, and I hung out. Mama called a bit later, and then V. Much fun was had overall.

I left Darkside's at a reasonable hour, then wound up calling Shawn after I refueled and started with the drive home. Much fun there too. Then stopped in to see [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa and [livejournal.com profile] dustraven. Wound up going over and saying hi to Loren, as that's where D was. Kitty hijinks! Then, back to their apartment, and cookie puffs and then Princess Princess. Crack indeed! And so sparkly!

Oh, yes, a good birthday.
azurelunatic: Escher's Order and Chaos drawing: geometric solids and broken things.  (Escher)
Via [livejournal.com profile] dduane: Fuzzy Logic error messages.

Because of going gaga over [livejournal.com profile] trapezzoid's music, I wound up on Tindeck. Weird stuff there. The song "Pi" (the tasty remix that's going around with video, evidently) is very good listening, but listens better with the first 43 seconds lopped off. iLove my iTunes. (Related: the iHop, a portable pancake server. Uses Blackberry technology.Users tend to wind up with bluetooth. Blame [livejournal.com profile] dustraven.)

Hand is feeling much better, ditto with arm. All that's left now is the rather extensive bruising that's going to develop thanks to the merry whack I fetched the hand. That can be worked around.

Wound up hanging out with [livejournal.com profile] dustraven and [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa this evening. Dropped on by, had fun. [livejournal.com profile] dustraven evidently absolutely loves Lemon Demon. Hee, hee. iHop IHOP was followed by short Lemon Demon marathon (jumbo shrimp?) and then Star Wars animations. (Where is a Darkside when a girl needs him most? Fixing a computer, that's where. Or sleeping. Silly man. ;)

Had very late and surreal conversation about the nasal stage with [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa in the process of leaving. We were both late-night-giddy, and this led weird places. I wound up telling her the Saga of the Work Air Freshener Bricks, complete with the latest developments.

The air freshener that I sniffed was not put securely back up on the corner of the near corner stall, and fell to the floor. The following morning, I espied no air freshener on the floor in that place, but a heretofore unseen air freshener brick sitting in or near the delivery slot of the tampon/pad machine. (This is clearly the same brick, just moved some.) I fear it's giving the tampons and pads a not-so-fresh scent.

It's like a game of find-the-air-freshener. I wonder if someone should start taping them places with the thick clear tape. Just to see what would happen.
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
There will be Eddie now. Cake. Death. Hanging out.
azurelunatic: Francine from Strangers in Paradise, hair loose in a white tank top. (Francine)
I'd been anticipating having a quiet evening at home with my friends inside the computer. Instead, I wound up over at [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa and [livejournal.com profile] dustraven's, with their old roommate (who I'm sure I used to have a nickname for) and his wife and their kids, and [livejournal.com profile] figment0 besides.

I brought pomegranates and butterbeer, in the cream soda and buttershots assemble-it-yourself form. We played Harry Potter Scene It, then Apples to Apples. There was great hilarity over the latter, especially after the last remaining awake kid conked out. I won "clean" with "girl scouts" (judge: [livejournal.com profile] dustraven) and "dirty" with "car bomb" (judge: [livejournal.com profile] figment0) but failed to bag "fuzzy" with "cheesecake" (the sort that's been left at the back of the refrigerator too long, and what was I supposed to play, Canada, Death Valley, or Israel?). The rest of the group voted that [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa and I had to be separated, as we were getting too high a percentage of each other's apples.

[Poll #643557]
Is it customary to decide that the green apples that a person holds are a description of them? Our crew tonight seemed to find it customary to break out into song at pseudo-random intervals, like when someone said "dead" (we went through bits of "Dead Man's Party" and then TMBG's "Dead" the second time it came up) or when Bangkok got discussed (not much between despair and ecstasy). We did that last year too, however, not playing that game, so I think it's just the group. At some point I'd like to play the game in reverse, with green apples dealt out and red apples as the challenge. We'd run out of apples more quickly that way, but still fun for all.

Midnight was a bit of a scramble, as we were rather all in game. Champagne was poured. The guys got the TV on at 6 seconds until midnight, and I wound up clinking my cellphone against glasses (I'd been looking at the time on it). I demonstrated my Secret Weapon about hanging around with smokers when we went outside: incense. The dude gave me a light. After [livejournal.com profile] dustraven and [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa had their New Year's Kiss, I snagged a little bit of a smooch from her. [livejournal.com profile] figment0 got a peck on the cheek. Someone was letting off fireworks, people were banging on pots and pans, and someone touched off something that went fucking BOOM in rather a scary bit of noise, such that half the people present thought it had been gunfire until physical evidence in the form of we'd seen light over the trees and intervening buildings pointed out that it had to have been a far-too-large firework going off far too low, because muzzle flash is evidently neither that bright nor that high. The kid slept through it all.

The requisite car alarms were set off. It's not a fireworks display until someone's car alarm goes off; the more car alarms the better the fireworks. Is "car alarms" an Apples to Apples card? If it's not, it should be a write-in.

After we were done outside, we went back inside and finished up the game. [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa won; she'd wound up with the best of a number of bad rounds and reached ten first.

[livejournal.com profile] figment0 dropped me off home. I was staggering and weaving by that point: the energy was wearing off and the booze was wearing on. Two glasses of butterbeer and a fifth of a small glass of champagne doesn't sound like a lot, but it is if you're me, which I am; it also is on that much of not supper. Heck, it was rather a lot of not breakfast and not lunch either, because I was running out to the store to get carrots for breakfast (at 6 pm) when I called [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa, and then I wound up chatting a little, not eating breakfast, and closing down the computer and leaving. Horror of horrors: I think I Forgot to Eat Real Food. And given that I was off visiting Guide Dog Aunt, who cooks better than I do and keeps Actual Food on hand, I may well be among the few who lost weight over the holiday season.

How do you get pomegranate out of a cat? I have pomegranate on my fingers. I sent pomegranate home with the girls. I don't think the cats got into the pomegranate. I cleared dishes out from the clean dish washer into the cupboards and then from the sink into the dirty dish washer.

I want to try out the rubber ice mold that I think will work for chocolate. Someday soon.
azurelunatic: <user name="azurelunatic"> with hair loose, wearing glasses.  (glasses)
Woke up to the fact that I was not sure when my alarm clock was due to go off, but it was probably late. Cursed, reset clock for something workable. (This was fortunately before it became crucial.) Got dressed. Noticed that I was dizzy and disoriented. I was having difficulty staying on my feet and stringing words together in a coherent form. This was in part due to the climate control issue (I'd turned the cooling off when I came back to bed after a trip to the loo) and I was having a severe sleep hangover, in addition to whatever the hell else was wrong with me.

Stayed in and tried to tidy. There was some success. Chatted with the apartment complex resident manager about the thermostat issue, and there's a work order out to replace the damn thing.

I'd made an appointment with [livejournal.com profile] figment0 to clip his cat's claws, and he showed up to pick me up just as I was foolishly standing on a stepstool to reach my stereo. (I finally had plugged it in today.) Yay Figments saving me from myself.

It was fun spending time with him. We tried dropping by RC & D's, but they were off doing laundry.

Allegra should be shipped any time now, so ... *calculates* Um, maybe it'll show up on my "weekend"?

Fuzzy showed off photos of his new pad, so I dropped by the forums to see how things were going. Looks good. When the fuck am I going to find time for the comic, dammit?

Hoo boy, there goes the language. (Not that it wasn't gone already.) Gotta hit bed. And work later. Yay.
azurelunatic: Cordless phone showing a heart.  (phone)
Work happened. Beauty, from the upcoming NaNoWriMo 2005, is getting very insistent in my head. She's not quite sure who she is yet, but her story needs to be told. She doesn't even have a name yet. I refuse to allow her to gank [livejournal.com profile] rosalynde's.

I was on the phones. I got surveys. I was not sitting next to Figment, alas. I was sitting next to one of the Dowager Empresses of the workplace, a stately woman whose hair usually matches her outfit. I am amazed that I am picking up a reputation for being uniformly sweet and polite and nice on the phones. (I think I mentioned that I got my semiannual review the other day? The Alternate Lead Monitor took me into the back room last Friday and told me that I rock hardcore, and to keep up the good work. At this point, I'm probably more critical of my own performance on the phones than the rest of the monitoring staff is.) The Dowager Empress of Colorful Hair wanted to know if I was really as nice in person as I sound on the phones.

Any batch of new hires means new people to get to know, to screen in and screen out. Part of the process is seeing who's going to wind up in The Crowd. From a recent batch of trainees seem to have emerged two students of the Art Institute in Animation (one graduated, one current) who have been spending breaks with Figment and therefore me as well. I was going to do the simple thing and call the guy (about my age-ish, graduated) the Animator, and the girl (eighteen or nineteen, current student) the Animatrix, but then I recalled a certain cult movie and assorted animated spinoffs, and decided that for confusion's sake, I should probably not bestow that nickname upon the girl. The guy may well wind up being the Animator, and the girl may wind up being the Acolyte.

The Acolyte's alarm bird clock has been acting possessed, so I wound up bringing in my old (still functional) emergency back-up alarm clock (the one that the Little Fayoumis infamously wondered "Is that [Darkside]'s alarm clock?" about) for her to have. It was brand new in 1994, and not all the buttons work anymore, and it eats tapes, but at least it isn't possessed. My tower shelf doesn't have a clock anymore, but at least this way it'll be in use.

Benadryl sends me loopier than a very loopy thing, but at least it helps put a dent in the allergies. And there are bad, bad, bad allergies going around. Rain in the Arizona early spring makes the Arizona late spring unbreathable.

In other news, work is having overtime, hiring a bunch of n00bs, and having 10 hour shifts on Saturdays. ([livejournal.com profile] easalle -- I'm working late on the 30th, so I won't be able to make it. Argh.) This will prove to be interesting. [livejournal.com profile] dustraven and [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa's roommate and GM for the superheroes game is working there now. Insanity shall commence, and shall run screaming in the other direction, because work is going to be post-sane, or knurd, or something like that. There will be far too much caffeine, far too little coherent thought, and far too many supervisors pulling a twelve-hour shift or longer than that.

...Heck, after pulling a few supervisor shifts on the 10 hour phone goon shifts (which translates to a 12+ shift for supervisory staff) I should be able to pull a double-shift Sunday as a phone goon (13 hours, 1/2 hour of which is between shifts) no problem.
azurelunatic: "Fangirl": <user name="azurelunatic"> and a folding fan.  (fangirl)
Instead of working hard on the novel, I wound up spending the evening with [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa and [livejournal.com profile] dustraven. Just as [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa and I were getting started on a good gossip about Figment, there was a knock at the door from none other than the man himself. Heh.

I explained a little bit about Dagger's system of classification of people in the context of her Work to [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa. That deserves a post of its own, actually. The guys were working on Figment's character for the Heroes campaign. We eventually wound up all hanging out in the bedroom with [livejournal.com profile] dustraven finding and playing a lot of 80s songs. Those two are several years older than I am, and Figment is several years older than they are, but the Retro Radio nights on KWLF back in 1995 made me almost as conversant with the songs as they were. Both Figment and I have high school memories associated with some of the same songs, though in completely different decades.

We both love "Forever Young", the one that doesn't suck. *grin* The canon one.

For the record, Figment and I are each other's Good Twins now, instead of Evil Twins. There was much silliness and teasing of [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa. Figment was introduced to All Your Base (to get the concept), and showed Zero Wing Rhapsody (which was new to me too). I am told that the video mimics the original Bohemian Rhapsody video, which makes it that much better, even though I've never seen the thing. Following that, the Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith trailer was searched for, and somehow, [livejournal.com profile] dustraven Googled up the Revenge of the Sith trailer with l33t subtitles instead. I won't be able to watch the real thing without gigglishness, now.

Having finally watched the trailer, I'm all giddy and excited for the release of Episode III. I've started holding out hope that it won't suck, based on the slick trailer. There will at least be fighting! I was bouncing and clinging to Figment by the time the trailer finished. If Darkside can't make it, Figment is my next choice for a date. I may have to ask if Darkside if it would be all right to make the occasion a group event rather than a just-the-two-of-us thing. (On the one hand, that could be a relief for him, as company means that I wouldn't be tempted to be naughty, but on the other hand, it would be someone he doesn't know, thus making it more uncomfortable than just-friends.) Hmm.

May 19th is a Thursday, which means that the release will be late late Wednesday night, that is to say, very early Thursday morning. Neither of my local bondmates has Thursday off; the likeliest good date for either of them would be Saturday (evening for Figment, after work, but that might interfere with my check-in duties) or Sunday.

I must make further plans. I must scheme. I must get in contact with Darkside to scheme properly. There is less than a month remaining, so anything that we must plan must be accomplished soon. I have a day of vacation left, and I can use it to good effect if necessary.
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
Bad day: work was hell, and I wound up leaving early. My brain was not there. Guess who forgot feminine products this morning? Guess who needed feminine products this morning? Hellooo Bitchy Witchy Week.

Good day: after I pulled my brain back together somewhat, enough to be semi-functional (after an hour talk with Darkside), took the *(*&(*(#@$*((* painkillers (cramps are absolutely no fun), I wound up going grocery shopping with [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa, who was taking a very grouchy and gimpy Loren. Loren on her own has a formidable grouch-potential. Ill and injured Loren needs a SWAT team. Despite the grouch-factor, there was a lot of silliness and assorted other fun.

After that, we wound back up at [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa and [livejournal.com profile] dustraven's. Figment was there. Figment gives backrubs and doesn't set off my perimeter alerts even when I'm having a really bad day. That was good.

Two different people at work have now asked if Figment and I are brother and sister. [livejournal.com profile] trystan_laryssa told us that today too. Odd.

Work (ow)

Feb. 25th, 2004 11:43 pm
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
Went to work. Fixed mistakes on paperwork. Wrote in paper looseleaf journal. Was bored. Got on phones. Was bored. Wrote in paper looseleaf journal. Accumulated surveys. Is surprisingly easy to do while fully awake. I must have been running on exhaustion and more exhaustion (OK, let's do the math -- fulltime school, fulltime work, watching a small child halftime, and still taking time for self... yep, exhaustion) to find it so hard back then. Saw hot guy with long blond hair, rowr. Saw many familiar faces.

Ran into someone interesting-looking at the water cooler. Was on a survey at break time. Took break, ran into same person from water cooler. The book in her hand (Stargate) settled it: she was One Of Us. I sat down next to her with A Civil Campaign and my Star Wars lunch bag. She tagged ACC as science fiction from the cover (most people tag it as romance) and then knew why Smallville is also called "Slashville", and had heard of the Academy, and also knew Motley.

Oh, and furthermore, she's together with the hot guy with the long blond hair.

Yep.

And then did more surveys. I wound up being one of the people tied for production -- three of us had eight apiece. I was the one with nothing but good (all plusses, no minuses, not even checks [checks are for okay but not great]) on my monitor report. Go, me! We took a tour of the building. I want to move up into IT, maybe. We'll see. I was drooling over their dinosaur pen.

Walked home. Ow. That's a lot of walking in one day for one Lunatic. It's not so much the walking as it is the walking in these shoes, which are big and black and I swear weigh a few pounds more than the other shoes.

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