"I have a tag for this in [REDACTED]," I told Bosslady yesterday. "Code mango."
"No more mangoes today!" I told her today, as the team meeting was breaking up.
"How did you come to choose that particular code word for this?" she asked, not having learned that sometimes asking me these things is not recommended if you don't actually want to know.
"I was up perhaps well past my bedtime and a phrase popped into my head, and since then I've been searching for something that fit it," I told her. I then attempted something like workplace-appropriate discretion in my choice of words. "What the mango-crapping fuck." ... Yeah. About that. Nice choice of words.
It is, indeed, an evocative and somewhat painful mental image. And yes, Bosslady agreed, entirely suited to the situation at hand.
On my way home, I asked
amberfox whether actively mango-shitting or continuously mango-shitting was in fact the more emphatic form. We were both unsure at first which, but I thought about it a little harder.
"Actively mango-shitting means that the mango-shitting is happening right now," I mused. "But it doesn't necessarily imply anything about the past or future state of things. Whereas continuously mango-shitting means that not only is it probably happening right now, but it's been happening for a while, and is likely to be happening for quite some time to come if the past is any indication."
Amber was inclined to agree with that.
Now I have to figure out what tops "What the continuously mango-shitting fuck", just in case I need to use the phrase.
"No more mangoes today!" I told her today, as the team meeting was breaking up.
"How did you come to choose that particular code word for this?" she asked, not having learned that sometimes asking me these things is not recommended if you don't actually want to know.
"I was up perhaps well past my bedtime and a phrase popped into my head, and since then I've been searching for something that fit it," I told her. I then attempted something like workplace-appropriate discretion in my choice of words. "What the mango-crapping fuck." ... Yeah. About that. Nice choice of words.
It is, indeed, an evocative and somewhat painful mental image. And yes, Bosslady agreed, entirely suited to the situation at hand.
On my way home, I asked
"Actively mango-shitting means that the mango-shitting is happening right now," I mused. "But it doesn't necessarily imply anything about the past or future state of things. Whereas continuously mango-shitting means that not only is it probably happening right now, but it's been happening for a while, and is likely to be happening for quite some time to come if the past is any indication."
Amber was inclined to agree with that.
Now I have to figure out what tops "What the continuously mango-shitting fuck", just in case I need to use the phrase.
Since US politics are cracked-out, and I only get myself in trouble and bring people who can't stand to see Someone Wrong On The Internet down on my head when I dare to venture any semi-serious political opinions in any sort of public space, I've wound up in politics-as-fandom. This is where people of a particular political orientation get together, put aside any pretense of being serious, and share the political-figure-related squee and leave the serious stuff for elsewhere. (In my case, "elsewhere" is usually "in the privacy of my own head" with an occasional exception for #politics.)
So I've joined
rahmbamarama. It offers crackfic (if RPF bothers you, just pretend it's West Wing fanfic), the concept that Anderson Cooper is a (Valdemaran-style) Companion (look at that white hair and those blue blue eyes), and the sort of giddy love for Rahm Emanuel that you might get if Rahm were secretly a cleaned-up Severus Snape on Perkium (I'd like to thank the Academy...).
A spin-off from
rahmbamarama (and actually the reason for this post) is
re_cma: Rahm Emanuel's Colorful Metaphor Academy. Now, I use language my mother would not approve of, and sometimes I even use it in public. I look to jdn as a cursing mentor. As part of my applicationfor
re_cma, I had to demonstrate my current cursing abilities. The other night's struggles with Java were an inspiration.
As a rule, I moderate my language in my journal here. I know plenty of words that I don't often use. There's usually no call for me to use them. In the application, however, I stretched a little for the sake of demonstrating what I could write if I chose to, and thus I felt it deserves a warning in the re-post. Foul language, I do not own one of those, I know neither the programmers in question nor their mothers, and I wasn't actually that annoyed with the programmers. Best programming practices are always in order, though.
( Many words. )
So I've joined
A spin-off from
As a rule, I moderate my language in my journal here. I know plenty of words that I don't often use. There's usually no call for me to use them. In the application, however, I stretched a little for the sake of demonstrating what I could write if I chose to, and thus I felt it deserves a warning in the re-post. Foul language, I do not own one of those, I know neither the programmers in question nor their mothers, and I wasn't actually that annoyed with the programmers. Best programming practices are always in order, though.
( Many words. )
What the bloody buggering fuckweasel was that? I poke at the new wireless doohicky, and nothing happens. Then I install the wired NIC and plug that in. I have connectivity.
Then I take a good solid look and realize that the LAN connection with the activity is not the wired one, but the fucking wireless.
I disable the wired NIC.
Connection up and going strong.
What. The. Fuck. ?!?!?!?
Next step: plugging the NIC that V got from a friend (for free) back in and playing about with it to see if it'll cooperate too now that the D-Link wireless is working.
I don't know how that conspired to make it do something, but ... holy fuck. Wholly fucked. Sheesh.
Then I take a good solid look and realize that the LAN connection with the activity is not the wired one, but the fucking wireless.
I disable the wired NIC.
Connection up and going strong.
What. The. Fuck. ?!?!?!?
Next step: plugging the NIC that V got from a friend (for free) back in and playing about with it to see if it'll cooperate too now that the D-Link wireless is working.
I don't know how that conspired to make it do something, but ... holy fuck. Wholly fucked. Sheesh.