nosehuggers, and other items found in my teacup
Yesterday involved a lot of wrestling with the fucking participant database, which has broken entertainingly in that you can now only search by name, not by product used. Am not best pleased. I spent yesterday and today doing a lot of things that ought to have been done automatically in under 5 minutes.
This week is bug triage week for poor Purple. He has, however, invented a little script to help diagnose a particular sort of weirdass bug he's getting barraged with.
Months ago, I'd complained to Purple that I felt the need for a cry, a drink, and [redacted for crudeness]. Purple had made awkwardly helpful suggestions at the time, which wound up being its own little saga (short version: always check the integrity of your magic wand's cord before use; no injuries except my equilibrium and the device). Today I wasn't feeling that bad, but I did feel the need for a good book, a cup of tea, and [redacted for slightly less crudeness]. I did get the cup of tea -- since it was primarily hibiscus, I dropped one of the dried sweetened hibiscus flowers in, plus a small handful of dried blueberries.
Last night there was a small earthquake, and people were asking each other whether they'd felt it or not. Purple had been up at that hour. So had I. The telling was amusing. There were howls of laughter, and I feel I've marked off a box on a SF Bay Area bingo card.
The hibiscus flower is tentacular when rehydrated, like a little facehugger. However, it's a small facehugger, more of a nosehugger really. They wouldn't be chestbursters, they'd be nosebursters.
I have been training a Pandora station for show tunes. It has decided to include Disney shows in this now. I can't say that I'm going to argue. I may argue with the fact that there are at least three albums out there with the same goddamn songs on it (for every prominent show that's been redone, it looks like, plus the Best Of albums and the live albums) so I may need to gently grouse at the devs a little.
The evening cleaning guy suggested chia seeds to improve the tiredness and general malaise that I was feeling last night. I haven't really noticed a difference when having them and not, which sort of deflated his suggestion. Tonight he mentioned that I seem different from a lot of the other people. Well, yeah.
There is a meeting in the Fix The Goddamned Helldesk Software series on Friday, with someone who apparently knows about making the motherfucker work correctly. The scheduler person called my desk phone to ask if I had recommendations for users. I'd been face-down in the database, and was pretty inarticulate at her for about 2 minutes, at which point she said she'd email. I gave her the names of about six people who I thought would be articulate, helpful, and okay in a rarefied crowd. I then specifically mentioned Beldorion as a person I thought would not be helpful in this group. She then said it was a great idea, she'd already reached out to him, and he was very passionate. I clarified that I felt that if you wanted anyone else in the room to get a word in edgewise, Beldorion was not your man. Oh well.
It's a lunch meeting, so if I get a salad to go from the cafeteria, I can justify also bringing a bag of microwave popcorn. (Purple's suggestion.)
Yesterday, the Stage Manager insisted that I get a compass app on my phone to properly align the compass rug I found at IKEA. I'd been doing it via google maps; I had only been a few degrees off.
I resist other people's attempts to make me share my cloud pillow. http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/20306575/
This week is bug triage week for poor Purple. He has, however, invented a little script to help diagnose a particular sort of weirdass bug he's getting barraged with.
Months ago, I'd complained to Purple that I felt the need for a cry, a drink, and [redacted for crudeness]. Purple had made awkwardly helpful suggestions at the time, which wound up being its own little saga (short version: always check the integrity of your magic wand's cord before use; no injuries except my equilibrium and the device). Today I wasn't feeling that bad, but I did feel the need for a good book, a cup of tea, and [redacted for slightly less crudeness]. I did get the cup of tea -- since it was primarily hibiscus, I dropped one of the dried sweetened hibiscus flowers in, plus a small handful of dried blueberries.
Last night there was a small earthquake, and people were asking each other whether they'd felt it or not. Purple had been up at that hour. So had I. The telling was amusing. There were howls of laughter, and I feel I've marked off a box on a SF Bay Area bingo card.
The hibiscus flower is tentacular when rehydrated, like a little facehugger. However, it's a small facehugger, more of a nosehugger really. They wouldn't be chestbursters, they'd be nosebursters.
I have been training a Pandora station for show tunes. It has decided to include Disney shows in this now. I can't say that I'm going to argue. I may argue with the fact that there are at least three albums out there with the same goddamn songs on it (for every prominent show that's been redone, it looks like, plus the Best Of albums and the live albums) so I may need to gently grouse at the devs a little.
The evening cleaning guy suggested chia seeds to improve the tiredness and general malaise that I was feeling last night. I haven't really noticed a difference when having them and not, which sort of deflated his suggestion. Tonight he mentioned that I seem different from a lot of the other people. Well, yeah.
There is a meeting in the Fix The Goddamned Helldesk Software series on Friday, with someone who apparently knows about making the motherfucker work correctly. The scheduler person called my desk phone to ask if I had recommendations for users. I'd been face-down in the database, and was pretty inarticulate at her for about 2 minutes, at which point she said she'd email. I gave her the names of about six people who I thought would be articulate, helpful, and okay in a rarefied crowd. I then specifically mentioned Beldorion as a person I thought would not be helpful in this group. She then said it was a great idea, she'd already reached out to him, and he was very passionate. I clarified that I felt that if you wanted anyone else in the room to get a word in edgewise, Beldorion was not your man. Oh well.
It's a lunch meeting, so if I get a salad to go from the cafeteria, I can justify also bringing a bag of microwave popcorn. (Purple's suggestion.)
Yesterday, the Stage Manager insisted that I get a compass app on my phone to properly align the compass rug I found at IKEA. I'd been doing it via google maps; I had only been a few degrees off.
I resist other people's attempts to make me share my cloud pillow. http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/20306575/
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