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azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
At three hours to midnight, guess who lost their balance trying to string up seasonally discounted fairy lights to illuminate the basement dungeon, stepped square on the disassembled sex swing, and fell head first into the mirror?

At a minimum, my left foot is badly bruised. I am not going to think about the further possibilities until at least tomorrow. I'm in bed with an intermittent ice pack and a mild headache.
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
...now includes any snack food with powder of a color that is usually a terrible warning when encountered in nature.
azurelunatic: Bra-clad woman, "Tits against the RTE"  (tits against the rte)
DEAR SWEET GODS, WHEN YOU IMPLEMENT --

okay, backing up here.

First, let me say that the devs I am speaking of here are strictly internal, and in no way work on production software that is customer-facing. I am the user of the system I am currently speaking of, and BOY HOWDY DO I HAVE FEELINGS.

The system holds information about the people we do research with. In theory, any researcher in my department is the user. In actuality, the researchers dump the data upon me, and I enter it. I am the user.

There are many specialized fields. There is a general "notes" field. Things like the link to whatever thing that has the link go there. I asked if the devs could autolinkify.

Devs said sure.

Their method of doing this was to bolt on a Rich Text Editor.

People who have known me for some time may be familiar with "tits against the RTE". This is what happens when user support and the director of development love each other very much, and maybe engage in the sort of bonding chatter that makes everyone glad that HR is not around to hear it. And maybe there are cleavage pictures and the promise of more if only dev will tear out the RTE that has been causing so very much grief for user support because THE FUCKER JUST NEVER WORKS. Right, or otherwise.

I am, therefore, deeply suspicious of any and all rich text editors. Thus it was that I noticed that yes, adding a link did work correctly -- and then I loaded the edit page again, to see. (After noticing that having expanded the bit where you enter the address, the form was too large to fit into the window, there was no scroll bar, and the 'save' and 'cancel' buttons were fuckwaydown at the bottom, and filing a bug for *that*.)

THE NOTES FIELD WAS BLANK WHEN I LOADED THE MOTHERFUCKER. O CHILDREN OF THE COMPILER, WHEN YOU HAVE A USER-EDITABLE FIELD, AND THAT FIELD HAS THE POTENTIAL TO HAVE INFORMATION IN IT, WHEN YOU ALLOW THE USER TO EDIT THE RECORD, YOU PRE-LOAD OF THE INFORMATION THAT THE USER HAS PREVIOUSLY GIVEN UNTO YOU. NOT RETRIEVING THE FUCKER RESULTS IN POSSIBLY IRRECOVERABLE DATA LOSS, AND BY SAINT NIKOLA'S CODPIECE PERHAPS WE DO NOT WANT THIS.

I had been saving p0 catastrophic for best. This, apparently, was what I had been saving it for. Small blessings, I am the only user and also this was on beta. I tend to notice little things such as this. Eventually.

After I calm the hell down (it may be tomorrow morning) I may gently suggest that an RTE is PERHAPS NOT NEEDED if HOLY SHITBALLS FOLKS DO YOU NOT TEST ANY OF THESE THINGS I SHOULD SERIOUSLY PULL AND PRINT OUT MY FILED BUGS FOR LIGHT HUMOR SOMETIME.
azurelunatic: Cover of O'Reilly's Owl Book. O RLY?  (O RLY)
*kitten rocket pack*
  • We learned that if you use the wrong batter in the (metaphorical) cupcake, nothing obviously goes wrong, just things start silently shitting themselves (metaphorically) later.
  • We learned that my mechanic really wasn't kidding about that dodgy battery.
  • We learned that I have in fact memorized the number for workplace security (they actually make it really easy on purpose).
  • We learned that security does in fact do jumpstarts.
  • We learned that my reaction to this is an impulsively blurted "I love you" to the (very amused) security guy doing the telephone tree thing.
  • We learned that an actively dodgy battery results in -- oh gosh -- the Check Engine light turning the hell on.
  • We learned that I can in fact walk someone generally internet-competent who has never touched a Bugzilla before through getting to it, creating an account and logging in, and finding a specific bug. (Not actually related to work, but it seems that [personal profile] norabombay has Feelings about the running of communities, and I'm working on a Thing.)
  • We learned that my friendly neighborhood Spider-Man O RLY auto parts store is open at least until 9.
  • We learned that even though I did not have the receipt on me, O'Reilly keeps a log of battery purchases by phone number, and the fact that my last battery died on Thanksgiving meant that I bought the battery the day after meant easier for the dude to search.
  • We learned that when the more experienced dude says to the less experienced dude, "Dude, it's *boiling*," this means the old battery totally needs replacing.
  • We learned that what was about an hour of trial, error, and swearing for me was less than five minutes for the dude (who did not appear to have an electricity phobia).
  • We learned that when the problem was in fact the seriously fucking dodgy battery, the check engine light then goes *off* after it's been replaced.



In non-work news, I had a wonderful bad idea: what happens if I make orange-lime jello shots with Mountain Dew and vodka? Possibly also with a little added caffeine?

I may be referring to http://www.myscienceproject.org/j-shot.html over the course of the experiment.

Plans currently involve:
  • Stopping by the supermarket on a probably-foggy evening
  • Variously citrus jello
  • I already have some of the good Dew with the real sugar
  • I already have some vodka left over from the fruit infusions
  • I already have caffeine
  • Suitable vessels
  • Some mixing time
  • Some chilling time
  • Some time with absoluuuutely no place to be for SOME TIME FOLLOWING.
azurelunatic: AO3 rating glyph: Explicit, Multi-relationships, choose not to warn, unfinished.  (how is this my life)
I have one of those systems. Ish.

Penny Arcade: Tales from True Life

So I got a tivo at a garage sale, right? And then the blamed thing stopped working, and I found a guy (as you do), and he replaced the power supply (which was my hypothesis) and then I brought it home and it totally didn't pick up any signal from the cable, yet the same cable plugged into the tv worked just fine.

A lot of argh later, [personal profile] ursamajor was cursing in IRC because Comcast was dicking around with her cable and it was all digital now, and it wasn't working with their old tivo.

*facepalm* Why yes, it was entirely possible that my tivo woes could have been caused by Comcast changing stuff on me while the tivo was out for repair, and it would explain the much newer tv having no problems.

So a little tech time later (hooray for live chat online, much nicer than phone calls) they allowed as how they should be giving me a converter box, then, and thus I dropped by the local office this morning, and installed it this evening.

I have the tv remote. I have the tivo remote. I have the dinky little dvd player remote. Now I have the remote for the digital converter box. That makes four remotes.

I, just. Eleven years and change ago, there I was sitting on an unfamiliar couch, wrestling with an unfamiliar multi-device, multi-remote system, feeling helpless to the point of manic hilarity. Today, I have one.

I, uh. ... I love you.
azurelunatic: aerial view of freeways.  (freeway)
... because it makes the risk of having unadvised neighbor sex a whole hell of a lot lower.


1st email, sometime last week:

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Action!

Feb. 27th, 2012 02:29 am
azurelunatic: "#dw (yes, we can)" and a clenched fist (#dw)
For entertainment purposes, [personal profile] commodorified is collecting a list of Action Verbs To Avoid When Writing Your CV.
azurelunatic: DW: my eloquence cannot be captured in 140 chars (twitter)
In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:


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People who are freely allowed to call me "sweetheart": friends (+) to whom this mode of address comes naturally.

People from whom I will accept "sweetheart" cheerfully enough: people from whom it seems to come naturally, in a situation where they haven't really had the opportunity to learn my name, and "miss", "ma'am", and the like seem a little too distant. (Baltimore folks, never fear, "hon" is in this category, situationally.)

Situations where I totally don't accept it: condescendingly, or from someone who has critically underestimated my skill level.

Situations where I will grit my teeth and bear it: when the vaguely touristy-looking fellow with his Aged Parent (and he himself looks old enough to be in my parents' generation) has out of the kindness of his heart done clumsily and brutally what I was capable of doing with elegance and precision, but technically rescuing me from a tight spot, so my thanks are socially obligatory. When I'm flustered, furthermore, I become an inarticulate motherfucker, so it's sort of hard for me to succinctly express "I just put a new battery in him and one of the thingies may have popped loose", which was in fact the case.

"Here, sweetheart, give me something to hammer on it with. The vice-grips will do!"

*facepalm*
azurelunatic: funny t-shirt: "I am a bomb technician: if you see me running, try to keep up." (bomb tech)
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So as per usual every couple of weeks, [personal profile] cleverthylacine and I went on a shopping run. We arrived at the final leg of the tour all caffeinated and ready for entertainment, so we naturally stopped through the Halloween section. The first part we looked at was the part with the colored hairspray, and I grabbed a bottle of the blue and silver glitter, because, hello, blue hair + Azz = yes.

We made a double circuit of the section, first chattering about the lovely Spider Girl outfit that was totally age-appropriate and cute and neither "sexy" nor OMG PINK (though there was also a pink Spider Girl outfit, but together with the red and blue one that meant, you know, CHOICES) and then looking at the other costumes, trying to figure out where the cutoff was where the women's costumes were all SEXY VERSION WHERE MAN'S COSTUME IS NOT SEXY. Pirate, sexy pirate. Ninja, sexy ninja. Doctor, sexy nurse. I saw a "vampiress" (sexy) costume and pointed it out to Tif, who was righteously disgusted. "You know what, if I dress as a vampire this year, I'm going in FLANNEL," she said. "Flannel and GLITTER." We agreed that Halloween in the Castro is no time to be wearing one's good clothes. "And if someone asks you where Edward is, you can say 'I divorced his ass twenty years ago and went to college'," I added.

We swung back for a third look at the shelves, this time with intent, looking for vampire teeth. Flannel is relatively easy to come by, Tif has sensible shoes she can wear, she already has plenty of glitter, she just needed teeth, and maybe -- maybe -- some fake blood. I spotted the party favor kids' teeth, $2~ for a 10-pack, but those wouldn't work. "I saw the makeup over this way," I said, and we examined the shelves. I eventually did spot one pair, in a package with some grease paint, but those were not satisfactory. I stared at the shelves while Tif poked around in more detail, and suddenly my eye caught on the colored hairspray display.

I did a double-take. I stared. I could not believe my eyes at first. I was struck by the absurdity of it all first, and then horror as I imagined the inevitable end result.

"Tif, can you spot what's problematic about this display?" I asked, pointing.

She looked. "Wait, is this the [social justice] kind of problematic, or the LOL FAIL kind of problematic?" she asked.

"The latter."

"There's ... pink paint on the shelf?" she hazarded.

So there was, and some was blobbed on one of the cans, but that wasn't it.

I will now share the pictures that I took, so everyone at home can play along. (I shared this in #dreamwidth and on Twitter earlier.) For those without images, there are six images; the first five are incompletely described, and the sixth is a repeat of the first image, with annotations drawn on the picture and also described fully.


Full Shelf )


Medium close )


Close-up: blue )


Close-up )


Close-up: Side-by-side )


Full shelf: annotated with explanation )


Tif did not actually register the real problem until I pointed it out, at which point she joined me in alternating between horror and snickering.


I located an employee. )
azurelunatic: Warning sign: &quot;If there&#39;s a huge fuck-up call Todd&quot;; (huge fuck-up)
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It's reassuring to know that the dulcet sounds of what seems to be guys with crowbars and hammers (and hammering on the crowbars) ripping up the roof of an adjacent building are in fact guys with crowbars and hammers (and hammering on the crowbars) ripping up the roof of an adjacent building.

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10:37 AM 3/11/2010
Dear tired eyes: "render farm" != "reindeer farm", even though Brain thinks this is *hilarious*, and will be repeating it for possibly *weeks*.

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2:06 AM 3/12/2010
Have not only returned from Generalized Hilarity At Tif's Night, but have also taken in my Problematic Shorts to account for the string that the washing machine ate.

Tonight featured Were the World Mine (conservative high school does A Midsummer Night's Dream with the gay guy as Puck, and Wacky Hijinks Ensue; at one point Tif and I chorused together, "That's the wrong play!" as the boys quoted something from R&J), which was good times. Then came Tom Brown's Schooldays, which has Joseph Beattie (the significance of whom means little to people who aren't in the same RPG as me), Alex Pettyfer (the significance of whom may be lost on those who are not on the same ever-loving email list I am on), and Stephen Fry (thou shalt not question him). (Oh dear, I just earwormed myself.)

Figured out what has to happen before Connie tells Mike the whole story on her ex. Poor Connie. Poor Mike.

I think it is time to go see whether the apartment complex gym has specified hours, and whether my little electronic key is good on that door.

3:15 AM 3/12/2010
Apparently either my key is no good, or my key does not work during certain hours. Undaunted, I went on a walk that turned out to be 45 minutes or so round trip, and only had to use my cane a little. (My left knee is annoyed, though.)

3:39 AM 3/12/2010
My love language scores are warped by the fact that there are some things that I actually cannot imagine certain parties doing, when I read through the assessment: to have them do this would seem completely strange and unnatural. So I don't mark that, because it wouldn't make sense in context. My scores for the one I took, though probably only I will care. )
http://www.afo.net/hftw-lovetest.asp is less cloyingly heteronormative and inescapably romantic than the thing on the official site.

4:03 AM 3/12/2010
Much like Bren, I had a little tea and now I cannot stop tasting it or smelling it (even after drinking coca-cola after the tea). Unlike Bren, it was non-toxic to my species. :D

5:57 AM 3/12/2010
Reminder to self: no matter how funny it seems, any hobby depicted in an XKCD comic is entirely possibly not a good idea to pick up.

8:05 AM 3/12/2010
Goggles, yes. Zeppelins with wifi. But more with the brown trenchcoats these days, rather than red capes. (re: http://xkcd.com/239/ )

10:16 AM 3/12/2010
Have started to get commentary from Mike about the Current Book Scene that just started writing itself all out of continuity, so I'm going to have to look for a place for it when I go back through with the timetable, the calendar, and the pruning shears. Mike is perhaps tending toward the mildly-pornographic this morning.
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
  • 17:43 @museumfreak: that sounds like a waffle job lead. #
  • 19:14 Three out of four screws in the direction of having proper curtains on my unshaded large window. I hate heights, did I mention? #
  • 19:25 Curtains, yay. There is a vast expanse of Blue on my wall. When I have regained some stamina points, I'll install the other two. Somewhere. #
  • 21:02 Stamina++. Balance--. Confidence++. Judgment--. These are the things that one has to consider when considering curtainhanging post-drinkies. #
  • 21:04 In summary, using a hammer to install screws is a stunt best done a) not on a stepstool and b) not while cocktail++. #
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Cleaning out the browser and the inbox.

[livejournal.com profile] rimrunner, here: "The fans were installed without incident. However, they haven't quite gotten the covering grille back in place, despite banging on it for several minutes with what appeared to be a length of copper trim. Important lesson: when the right tool is not available, use the wrongest tool possible."

[livejournal.com profile] mamadeb recommends iSilo as a reader for getting stories from websites onto one's palmtop.





Last night's round of dreams included one where someone was asking me to ask the Divine for the answer to a problem. That's the sort of stuff I do. I closed my eyes, went for access, saw the white light, and had just enough time to think "Oh, shit!" before I passed out with a sharp buzz like a power surge in my head, and came to thinking "--Not again!" some unspecified time later.
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
Seven and a half hours before the workplace calms down enough for me to do anything besides work my tail off. Seven and a half hours without any appreciable downtime.

It's good to be appreciated, right?

Notable incidents of the day included the cup with cookies in it; Stressy College Chick Shift Ops Super attempted to hand them off to about three different other supervisors. By the third attempt, I could no longer keep a straight face.

One of the employees here, a phone goon, looks like he's wearing Groucho Marx glasses, because he has thick dark eyebrows, dark-framed glasses, and a mustache. The effect is comical if you're not expecting it.

Cute Geek Super to Stressy College Chick on tampering with her food on the dinner run: "I won't spit in your food -- my little friend will spit in your food." Silly Cute Geek Super. (It amuses me that Cute Geek Super is one or two years younger than I am.)

Figment's monitor report came back with a decent number of stars on it. I grinned when I saw that, and got a star out of my Check-In Equipment Box and slapped that on the monitor report as well. The supervisor for the job (who hasn't got a nickname yet; I think he should perhaps be Phone Call In Super, because he has a wife and an assortment of friends who always call in for him) started giving me a hard time about it. This led to Rev. Nice Super adding to the hassle, and then Stressy College Chick as well. I turned an interesting color.

There was discussion of metal vs. wood baseball bats to be used as a blunt instrument, and whether or not the person over which the metal baseball bat is whacked can hear the nice "ping" sound when the bat collides with their head. (Clone Name Super said that yes, they do; his cousin had a close encounter.)

So, an interesting day.

Tomorrow I'm a phone goon; I may well take it the heck off, because I'm so exhausted. (Yep. I checked with Stressy College Chick, and both of us are taking it off. Yay!)

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