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Sunday, March 1st, 2015 14:31

Entirely successful estate sale day! I now have:

  • a dining table and chairs, could use some polishing
  • a sweet oak rocking chair and rocking ottoman that fit me very nicely
  • a set of small curves for drafting patterns, should do sleeve caps nicely
  • books! One on needlework stitches, an anatomy coloring book, Tufte's The Visual Display of Quantitative Information, and one that cx might like with pictures of urban/industrial infrastructure.
  • embroidery hoops
  • a steel dough scraper
  • misc. glassware

I still need:

  • wood polish
  • an office chair
  • shelves for the kitchen
  • a filing cabinet or something for papers, electronics, etc. to go near the desk
  • rugs?
Sunday, March 1st, 2015 20:15
The Fires of the Pompeii was the story that definitively sold Donna to me. It came as a bit of a surprise to discover Tame Layman had no recollection of it at all and so was persuaded to watch it with us. I don't think it really converted him to Donna, but at least he didn't complain about her at all while it was on.

More Under the Cut )

I think this is my favourite episode of this season, and my favourite Donna episode over all. I think part of my fondness may derive from extrinsic factors (particularly over-exposure to the NAs dark seventh Doctor), but even putting that aside, I think this is a pretty well put together episode, that has clear central moment that is important to both the main characters as well as a surrounding plot that is rather better constructed than many of the plots in Davies' run... and, as mentioned above, Tame Layman at least forbore from complaining about Donna for the duration.
Sunday, March 1st, 2015 18:57
So, the last few days have been atrocious (those of you read my last RL-related post - things haven't improved since, on any front, and well, stress wears you down). Today I had to say goodbye to my brand new tablet for a few days, in exchange for the slim hope that the store will either fix its battery or replace it (ahahaha good luck to me on that!) so I'm basically a tiny ball of stress, pain and exhaustion waiting for it to get late enough that I'll let myself go to bed.

If the world was kind, I'd at least have my tablet to keep me busy, but alas. And so, we have this.

Russian fail in Jupiter Ascending )
Sunday, March 1st, 2015 13:00
We were sorting through the wedding stuff and Newton decided this
decoration needed saving.

Behind the cut: cat content.

Read more... )
Saturday, February 28th, 2015 22:07
"true practise of the Art & Mystery of Goldsmithry is not only grown into great decays but also dispersed into many parts, so as now very few workmen are able to finish & perfect a piece of plate singularly with all the garnishings & parts thereof without the help of many & several hands…"

reminds me of software engineering.
Saturday, February 28th, 2015 22:53
HI I have a working camera phone, have some pictures of Emily.

Yay, the return to catpix )

Tomorrow's to-do )
Saturday, February 28th, 2015 23:30
Verdict: the dessert was amazing; we were offered tap water; my mother was correctly invited to taste the wine; the vegetarian main was a particular brand of incoherent charming only because I wasn't paying for it, in that it was very clearly the case that every vegetable accompaniment to every other dish on the menu had been piled up artistically. The result was very pretty and sort of fascinatingly confused, flavour-wise; I'd be willing to go back if someone else were paying (the same is emphatically not true of Alimentum, who served me the most insipid £25 risotto it's ever been my misfortune to consume; four-or-so years on I'm still resentful).

Dessert was, as I say, sublime; I had an intensely vanilla-y almond tart in which was sat a whole poached pear, done not in red wine but something else altogether; served with rosemary & manuka honey ice-cream, which was enclosed in a beautiful pink spun-sugar sphere. Excellent, would dessert again.

The meat-eaters seemed happy?

... right okay so it's my dad's 60th today, basically, and I wanted to come and visit my mum because approximately every human being I know in the south of England is at a particular club night in London tonight (club nights are fundamentally incompatible with my sensory issues alas), and so I accidentally ended up being taken out to a fancy dinner.
Sunday, March 1st, 2015 08:30
Topic from Frequently Or Not So Frequently Asked Questions way back in 2011, now part of the topic meme project.

What beautiful/amazing/fantastic outdoor places should people visit in New Zealand? —[personal profile] holyschist on [personal profile] redsnake05's Frequently (or not so frequently) asked questions - Aotearoa New Zealand post


It's nearly four years on, so I will keep this brief and picture-y.

My husband and I spent two weeks on the South Island in 2008. We drove from Christchurch to Twizel, Twizel to Queenstown, Queenstown to Te Anau, had a bus trip from Te Anau to Milford Sound, then Te Anau to Queenstown, Queenstown to Greymouth via Wanaka and SH6, Greymouth to Picton and then the ferry to Wellington, and then back on the ferry and down to Christchurch. Here's a map.

Based on this, I would recommend… the South Island of New Zealand!

Our one-sentence summary of our trip was a running gag we had, where every time the car was approaching a corner — frequently, as the South Island is mountainous and we did a few trips over and through the middle — one of us would say "Gosh, I wonder what could be around this corner?" and the other would answer "hrm, I am going to go right out there and guess… maybe a mountain? and a lake?" and we'd turn the corner: "YOU WIN AGAIN!!!!"

I put off this entry partly because I'd never imported the photos into Flickr, but last year, I finally did so. Here's some highlights:

Lakes and mountains )

So, that's all very nice, but my recommendation for the west coast of the South Island is even stronger.

Milford Sound is very well known, and justifiably so:

Milford Sound and surrounds )

But to get a feel for the West Coast as a whole, here's what greets you off the pass on SH6:

West Coast near Haast, SH6

We had a very foolish itinerary: we were driving from Queenstown to Greymouth in a single day, and that was bad and wrong of us, because it's all like that. You should look at that picture regularly if ever reading [personal profile] karenhealey's novel The Shattering and just imagine an entire cost that looks like that (the details differ obviously, sure, but basically that) and then you will understand that it has to be due to supernatural forces. We managed to stop to take that photo and then at the Franz Josef glacier viewing point, and that's it. Some day I will go back and give the West Coast the time it properly deserves. Probably about three hundred years. And then I'd have to go visit some lakes and mountains too… see you in a bit.

My full set of NZ pics from 2008.
Sunday, March 1st, 2015 07:16
Topic from the December/January meme, now part of the topic meme project dating back to 2011.

I'd be interested in hearing you talk about toddlers/young kids and food —[personal profile] transcendancing


Feeding toddlers and young kids is something I'm not very good at, frankly, and I'd like this to not descend into a defensive spiral, so, I'm going to keep it factual and avoid feeling like I need to defend myself from all the things.

I'm also going to cut this, because childhood eating is an unpleasant memory for many people.

Discussion of feeding children, and childhood eating )

Your comments

A caution on advice. Advice is OK, but what I'm going to avoid is the Internet-advice-whirlpool of "hey, how about X?" "well, X won't work for me because something" and then "well how about other-X, not-X, quasi-X, and maybe-X? Also, there's a spectrum of things to try over in the Y and Z space!" and I feel bad and defensive that I haven't tried the 20 incoming suggestions and you get annoyed that I've tried nothing and yet am complaining that nothing works. How I'll deal with this: probably by not giving you a lot of feedback on your advice, so that neither of us feels like we have to debug the advice.

Shorter caution: I'm open to advice… but I may not respond to it, discuss it or implement it. Advise at that risk ☺

Bonus: if you're interested in parenting stories and kid pics, follow [community profile] incrementum (or the main site it is a mirror of).
Saturday, February 28th, 2015 21:24
The blanket I am making is now long enough to wrap around me. I may never leave the couch.
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Saturday, February 28th, 2015 10:21
Well, February is a short month and the end of the month sort of snuck up on us, so while I only have one chapter of Himegoto this month, the next chapter will be out within the week, and there will be two more chapters by the end of March as well. :D

Yasha will also be slightly delayed for the same reason, though you should expect the next chapter within the next few days. (And also another chapter at the end of March as scheduled.)



Title: Himegoto
Original Title: ヒメゴト~十九歳の制服~ (Himegoto~Juukyuu Sai no Seifuku~)
Author: Minenami Ryou
Publisher: Big Comics
Genre: Seinen
Status in Japan: 7 volumes, ongoing
Scanlator: Megchan's Scanlations feat. Audrey + Krim
Scanlation Status: Ongoing
More Info: Baka Updates

Summary: This is the story of three college freshmen with secrets: Yuki, aka Yoshiki, a boyish girl who gets off on wearing her old high school uniform skirt; Mikako, who acts innocent around her classmates, but at night pretends to be a 15-year-old and has sex for money; and finally there's Kaito, who's obsessed with Mikako to the point of dressing up like her.

Chapter Summary: Kaito is not thrilled about what happened in the shed.



Chapter 32: Outside
Saturday, February 28th, 2015 15:00
And this is why I will never ever move away from this city.

Behind the cut : cake, cake, cake. Also known as Käsesahnetorte,
Flockentorte, Schokotorte and Chilli-Choc-Torte. Omnom

Read more... )
Saturday, February 28th, 2015 03:20
Thursday:

I arrived at work to find unusually scant pickings in the way of parking spaces. I wound up wedging my car in next to a Jeep which was parked uncomfortably close to the line, who was in turn evading a shiny silver Lexus SUV (here I would say "of course", but my aunt drives a not-so-shiny silver one of those which is like at least 10 at this point) which was parked ... well, one of the tires was "on" the line, where by "on" I mean "also mostly over". So it certainly wasn't the Jeep's fault.

I hit lunch early because of the now-inevitable 1pm Thursday meeting. If it's not one part of the conference planning, it's another. On stepping outside, I heard a rushing noise, sort of like any one of the following:
* Niagara Falls at a distance of a quarter-mile or so
* A jet engine, slightly closer
* About a hundred distant and terrifyingly in-sync jackhammers
* A white noise generator, turned way up

It was a lovely day, though, so Purple's lunch table was out in the courtyard. It was such a nice day that Purple expressed the desire to sit on top of a mountain for a while. His not!boyfriend apparently gets tired of nature very quickly, and the concept "Is that all there is, just all these trees and this lake?" was floated, to much hilarity. So that was the main topic of conversation for a while.

Eventually someone mentioned the noise, and maybe walking down to see what was going on with it. Some people hadn't even noticed the noise (cue incredulity from the rest of the table).

The 1pm meeting was something to which I was able to contribute constructively. A note to all would-be presenters: I don't care if it's "just" five dozen pens, if you don't tell the logistics person about it, it's not going to happen. I am likewise vaguely unimpressed with the attempt to add a poster session without explicitly telling me what the plans are.

Following that was the team meeting, featuring some guy who canceled twice before being able to make it finally. The meeting was punctuated with 10 minutes of rapid-fire buzzing from my watch, in which the helldesk software dumped "an offensive load" of quadruplicate stale notifications into my inbox. I was Not Best Pleased.

I returned to find that radius had proposed a milkshake run. He and Purple converged on my cube, and we stomped up towards the milkshake dungeon.

Helldesk wasn't the only thing which was dumping: it turned out that the roaring sound was the local gas company venting some of their pipes, in either reaction to, or preparation for, something. We started out discussing that. And while I was a little caught up in my own bubble for it to register, Purple greeted someone he knew who passed us on the sidewalk.

One of the reasons I was caught up in my own bubble was that possibly while this was going on, I had caught sight of one of the security guards coming down the path that we were about to go up. Ordinarily this would be unexceptionable, except that this was the guy who I am actively avoiding. Since radius and Purple were already talking a mile a minute, and we'd scrunched ourselves into a somewhat more path-friendly configuration, they walked slightly ahead while I walked behind between them. I was aware that they were essentially in forward bodyguard position, and I looked Pointedly Elsewhere as the guy passed, although he was talking somewhat loudly on a headset.

This occasioned (also somewhat loud and probably audible to the guy as we passed) commentary from radius and Purple, about not super sensitive of mental health issues )

The sight of ravens on the upper cafeteria led radius to explain about the difference between North American crows and Australian crows: the Aussie crows are much, much ruder. That naturally led into a discussion of Craig Ferguson's flag-mouthed profanity replacement.

The guys aren't used to the vagaries of the elevator in this building. It's a double-sided elevator, with one door leading inside and one leading outside. We typically enter the elevator from the outside and exit from the inside door in the basement. In order that the rear door button works, however, requires a badge swipe. Generally I operate the thing, since I'm used to it, but Purple was closer this time.

We queued up to get our various ice creams. I'd neglected to take my lactose pills before stomping out the door, which situation I usually address by getting the lactose-free sorbets (lemon and strawberry are my favorites, though there are others I really enjoy too) but the chocolate and the vanilla looked very good. I comforted myself with the plan that I would eat them slowly and then take the pills when I got back to my desk.

Purple greeted someone. "So this is why you were in such a hurry!" he said, or words to that effect. Apparently there was some reason or other, but one of the things was that he was going in search of those little oatmeal cookies that are said to be in the break rooms, but in practice nearly never are (except in the Building of Conference Rooms) (except when they've been overrun with conferences). Stymied in his pursuit of cookies, he came for ice cream instead. Purple was amused.

We went outside to sit for a bit. There is asbestos in these here buildings. California law is at pains to let us know about it, and all of the main entrances have this very long URL on the windows, which presumably people are supposed to type in by hand. We comment on it basically every other time we see it. This time we got mired in server response codes. Then we walked back.

I popped in to see Madam Standards, and we wound up going over some of the party details together. She did a lot last year with the Commandant; this year she's heading up the party committee. She knows basically what she's doing, but appreciates cross-checking, especially when I tease out aspects of her ideas which she hadn't really considered. This one: a simple socializing hack using candy dishes.

Mr. Zune had shared the information about the llamas, and soon the dress also hit [off-topic].

My battle re: helldesk was interrupted by Researcher Carmageddon with actual research-related tasks for me. Hooray! So I did that, and then it was time to go home.

Purple walked me out as per usual. Since I've been a bit less steady on my feet these days than is quite normal for me (the extra steps may be getting to my knees) he has taken to walking with me to my car when I'm parked further out, just in case I need steadying (and because when we chat, that means I can lean on Vash). "Where are you?" he asked, when a quick peer around the parking lot did not yield the correct little white car. I was in the same column, just way down near the end, behind the van blocking our view. By this time, the Jeep was long gone, but the silver Lexus SUV was still there, still on over the line.

Purple was merrily talking smack about the parking job when the vehicle beeped. He peered around the thing to see someone approaching. "Oh hey," he said, to someone he obviously knew. Awkward! "He was the guy who passed us on the way up for milkshakes," he explained to me after the guy whizzed out of the parking lot. (It was the hour of departures, as a little white car across the way left within the same 30 seconds, and the van which had been blocking line of sight from Purple's car left within a few minutes also.) I shared my blueberries (I'd guessed wrong; I thought he didn't like blueberries, but it turns out it's pomegranates that he's not pleased with; generally he is in favor of fresh fruit) and we talked about surreal video game plots.

After not too long we headed off.

Still no update on the launderizer situation. I keep expecting to come home to find some sort of missive, but it has not transpired. On the up side, this is motivation to not let my housekeeping slip much during the week.

I was tired enough to go to bed without a formal writeup, though I had contemplated the idea of attempting to explain my day from my phone in bed. It turned out my tiredness had other ideas.
Friday, February 27th, 2015 23:30
1. All the SNES and Gameboy Donkey Kong Country games are back for the Virtual Console! I was really bummed when the SNES ones were pulled from the VC before I had a chance to buy them, but they're back now (this time for the Wii U rather than the Wii, which is even better) and I'm really excited! They're $7.99 each, which is kind of on the high side for a VC game, but I'm definitely planning on buying them. And if you buy between now and March 3rd you can get 30% off on Tropical Freeze, so I might buy that, too. I hope they release the N64 games, too, at some point (especially Diddy Kong Racing).

2. Three days of sleeping iiiiiiin! I've been feeling really worn out the past few days so I'm definitely looking forward to getting a little extra sleep.
Friday, February 27th, 2015 10:20
I've had some close-to-lucid dreams in the past, where I knew I was dreaming and I deliberately chose to keep sleeping so that the dream-adventure could continue--I wanted to find out what happened next! But last night was the first time I can remember consciously realizing, during the dream, that it was ridiculous and therefore a dream, and that meant I was lucid dreaming, and that meant I could do whatever I wanted, and then I proceeded to do cool things.

In the dream, I was suddenly taking my comprehensive exam again, except this time without warning and based on books I hadn't read. I was panicking at first (typical anxiety dream for me), thinking I'd need to get books out of the library, and make time to study, and how could I do all this while also taking care of a baby? And then I walked into the next room, and there was my committee, prepared to grill me on my essays. Asking questions I had no way to answer and smirking at me when I couldn't. And that's when I realized: how could they be questioning me about essays I hadn't even had a chance to write yet? This was ridiculous! And therefore a dream!

So I said to them, "This is a lucid dream. So probably I can fly!" It took some effort but pretty soon I was floating in the air in the middle of the room. Then I decided I could move through windows, so I went outside--very surreal feeling/visual moving through the glass. Then, in true hedonistic fashion, I decided that I could probably turn this into a very nice sex dream since I was in control! I figured the person ahead of me, with their back turned to me, would (since I was controlling the dream) turn out to be the person I most wanted to have imaginary sex with. Probably a celebrity I'd crushed on in the past. But when she turned around, I was like "Aack! That didn't work out at all the way I'd planned," because although I recognized her, it was no one I'd ever fantasized about or even thought of as attractive-to-me. And at that point I kind of lost control of the dream and it went back to being about ridiculous things. Tasks I had to accomplish but that undid themselves as I worked on them, etc. And then I woke up and had to feed the baby, so there wasn't time to try anything else.

But still, that was really cool! One thing about waking up every three or four hours, I've been remembering my dreams a lot more, since they get regularly interrupted. Too bad they're mostly anxiety dreams! (I had one a few nights ago about having to take care of all three of my nephews, which would make me cower even when I was awake. Yikes!)

Have you guys lucid dreamed before? What was it like?

(In other news, I perhaps unwisely indulged in/succumbed to caffeine this morning. I hope I'll be able to nap--Mr. L is down right now but I thought I'd steal five minutes for the dream entry. Now to bed!)
Friday, February 27th, 2015 17:31
This is crossposted from Curiousity.ca, my personal maker blog. If you want to link to this post, please use the original link since the formatting there is usually better.

Ever since I saw Valleyviolet’s Pony Pattern collections, I’ve wanted to make one. I finally bought the collection in order to make the Pink Fluffy Unicorn mascot for Quelab (who is apparently MIA right now, likely stolen by the same person who vandalized the room sign; much sadness. She was a lot of work!), but I didn’t want to jump right into fighting with fun fur, and I’m fortunate enough to know a little girl of around the right age to enjoy a pony, so…


Custom my little pony for V


I went with blue and stars not out of any particular reason other than I liked the way the two fabrics looked together. The recipient’s young and lives far away from me, so I don’t know much about her preferences yet! However, I *do* know that her mom’s a mathematician and that her dad would like me to be a science role model for her. So the pony came with a book:


Custom my little pony for V


The book, as you can’t quite see in that photo, is “The Boy Who Loved Math: The Improbable Life of Paul Erdős.” I was super excited when I first heard of it, as it’s a beautifully illustrated children’s book about a rather famous mathematician. One of the things he did was travel the world, collaborating with mathematicans all over the place. Mathematicians sometimes talk about their Erdős Number, which indicates degrees of collaborators on your published papers leading back to the man himself. (I published a paper with someone who’s number is 2, so mine is 3, a number worthy of bragging about at math parties!). My Calculus prof, an excellent storyteller, used to tell us tales of Erdős at the end of class sometime, and I was totally enchanted to hear more of them through the book. And the art works a lot of careful math and real people into the story, which is amazing. I also love that it doesn’t shy away from the fact that he was a man who couldn’t do his own laundry but helped do so much math that people were willing to welcome him into their homes.


The Boy Who Loved Math: The Improbable Life…
The Boy Who Loved Math: The Improbable Life of Paul Erdos
by Deborah Heiligman, LeUyen Pham (Illustrator)


I highly recommend it, especially if you’ve got a kid in your life who could use a gift!


It’s also a kind of funny pairing with this pony, as some folk have this theory that one of the My Little Ponies with somewhat similar colouring also really likes math. Not an intentional joke on my part, but I’ll take it!


So back to the pony construction…


Much like how representations of humans can have an uncanny valley effect if things are close but a little off, my experience is that this is a pattern that can go kind of horribly wrong if you don’t pay attention to the details. I originally sewed her head on in a weird way and was totally disappointed with the end result. I wasn’t even going to give it to V, it was so awful. I didn’t even take pictures (which is a shame in hindsight because the comparison was so striking). But after ruminating a while, I tried again, and with her nose tipped up just so, she got the curious look I was hoping for.


Custom my little pony for V


Valleyviolet’s instructions are very detailed and clear, and there’s a lot of work put into the shaping that really shows in the final product. There’s also just a lot of thought put into the instructions. I’ve actually never worked with a pattern that was so careful about explaining things, and I’ve got to say the patterns are worth every penny as a result. You can can buy her pony patterns here, and I promise you can make much more polished ponies than I did!


Custom my little pony for V


I think when I do my next one, I’ll have to be a bit more careful about marking the notches and just generally careful about the stitching. I also need to invest in some heavier weighting for her legs since, as you can see, she doesn’t quite keep all four feet on the floor sometimes. (This was right after she came out of my suitcase from my flight to Ottawa, though, so I can’t blame her for looking a bit disheveled!)


Custom my little pony for V


I don’t know how much the recipient cared for the pony, and to be honest she’s a bit young for the book yet, so I didn’t win any gift giving awards here, but it was fun to do and I really loved the pattern.


I think I’m going to try out the shoulder pony pattern next, once I find some suitable beanbag filling!

Friday, February 27th, 2015 13:47
Currently Reading: Wolf Hall audiobook, and a book on fatherhood in ME lit. Also other stuff on hiatus.

Recently Finished: Many things, including 'More than Two' and two cheap gay romance e-books.

Backdated Reviews: are finally catching up. One of these i finished in the last fortnight!

Harry Potter and the Deathly HallowsHarry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I finished listening to this as audiobook in the Netherlands on my way back to Geneva, late Jan. I had forgotten how *good* it was. My perception had been skewed by the poor pacing of the movie 6A. Especially when read aloud at audiobook pace, the wandering-in-the-forest part isn't a drag at all: there are little ups and downs, highs and lows as each project builds up and unravels. Harry and Hermione alone without Ron is fascinating - the dynamic is just that bit different. Ron's character development is excellent. Molly Weasley made me cry. I love them all.


Foxglove Summer (Peter Grant, #5)Foxglove Summer by Ben Aaronovitch

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


I really *enjoyed* this book. Kobna Holdbook-Smith's narration is still glorious: he can narrate my life any time. Beverley continues to be awesome. Spoilers! )


A Year in 120 RecipesA Year in 120 Recipes by Jack Monroe

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


This is a fun book! It's less... practical, and a bit more wanky, than her first book, but I have made a tasty foods from it. I also made a very bad cake, but that might be my own fault.


Let it Ride (Pickup Men, #2)Let it Ride by L.C. Chase

My rating: 2 of 5 stars


This was worth approximately what I paid for it. I've had better books from Riptide before, but that was by Sam Starbuck, and he's his own special case.

This book could have done without the don't-say-bi approach; and there was too much explaining of Eric's angst in his internal monologue. I should have to work harder and get a more gritty feeling of how the angst works.

I also... hmm. I was in the mood for trashy cowboy romance, which I got. I *wasn't* in the mood for "you can tell it's true love because it's the most amazing sex, and it's the most amazing sex because it's true love". I get that that's a *thing*, but it irritated me. The narrative wanted me to believe Eric was wrong about Bridge's likelihood of getting over it rapidly, and tried to prove this to me by fusing LOVE and AMAZING SEX. Unfortunately, this just made me think Eric was probably right.

Also there was an unnecessary marriage proposal at the end. Whhhhy was that necessary.


Up Next:
Not sure! I still have to finish some things I started in January...
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Thursday, February 26th, 2015 23:30
1. I wish I could have slept in this morning, but I did get a lot done at work.

2. I made super delicious chicken enchiladas for dinner.

3. I have such a sweet cuddly kitten!
Thursday, February 26th, 2015 19:35
Here is a thing that is nice: not being triggered by my partners' faces. In particular, catching a glimpse of t'new boy's face at an unfortunate combination of lighting and angle no longer sends me cowering across the room; instead I just get "huh, weird, for a moment there you looked just like..." and that is it.

I'm a little bit sideways at the moment and not quite sure why. I'm eating reasonably, sleeping not... less sensibly than normal, and not walking ridiculously much more than my normal too-much; but still I've twice in the past week ended up going home to bed, intending to have a 2-hour nap, and coming to seven hours later.

hello I'm a human I am not very human
Thursday, February 26th, 2015 21:22
Previously Unread.

So, I've been curious about this book for a long while, after reading a blurb somewhere. And also hesitant, as I have had this nagging feeling that the author is vaguely wrapped up with a movement that makes me queasy. Turns out, he isn't, so that's good (I may actually have seen that and used that as an excuse for "I am now buying the book", come to think of it). If you've been following the SF fandom scene over the last year-or-so, you probably know what I'm talking about.

Anyway... There's this pretty much "now", where magic is happening. Our POV character, Oscar Something-or-other is a heli pilot with USAF and is detailed to assist a SOC (Special Occult something, I think) group capture two "Selfers" (essentially, law-breaking magic users). And shit goes pear-shaped at a frightening pace. And then he starts manifesting forbidden magic. And shit goes even worse. And we're about two chapters in, so "not a spoiler".

On the whole, pretty raw and brutal. But, also very readable.
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Thursday, February 26th, 2015 19:12
It is interesting to note that Doctor Who has a bit of a track record of casting actors known for their work in comedy, starting their tenure on the show off in a broadly comic fashion, only for them to end up playing the part largely straight, if not seriously.

More under the Cut )

Davies was good at season openers, generally delivering something light and frothy that provides a good backdrop for the (re)introduction of characters. Rose seems the most significant of the four, but then it has a lot more ground to cover and so less space for the kind of runaround fun than the others do. Partners in Crime is no exception. It does what it does well, its comedy moments actually work but it isn't attempting any particularly deep or serious.

"Wait! Was that Rose?" NLSS Child asked at the end.
Thursday, February 26th, 2015 09:40
Today is probably not a good day. I'm not sure why, either. I am not sure if it's a eh day or a bad day even, but something isn't right. I don't know why or what though and that makes the day even worse. I hate not knowing.

Jenny sent me some new boots. I'm wearing them now. They're USAF combat boots by Danners. I wore them to gaming and Elise saw them and told me in all seriousness that if she could fit into them, she would rip them off my feet. Wow. (She's former USAF.)
My sister takes care of me.

It's another very grey day in South Mississippi. It's getting more depressing. The sun is supposed to come out at some point soon, I hear. I winder if I'm just hitting that point of not being able to take the grey days anymore.

I am not ready for Gulf Wars. At all. Last year this time I was way more ready, even when I didn't feel it.

I don't really feel depressed (despite having depression), I just feel anticipatory of something worse happening.
Thursday, February 26th, 2015 14:58
So I definitely have no time to write any new posts, but I remembered it used to be fun to do polls on Dreamwidth! And I always like knowing what people would like to read the most.

Poll #16487 which post?
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 51


If I only had time to write one of these posts, which should it be?

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Review of "Dear White People" (2014)
7 (14.0%)

Post on women and leadership basically rambling about all the women-military-commanders I have known IRL
16 (32.0%)

Review of "English Vinglish" (2012)
1 (2.0%)

Post on Russian fail in Jupiter Ascending (& why the Jupiter-is-Jewish fanon needs to die)
21 (42.0%)

A post about Junior League, the Russian teen hockey show everyone should be watching
5 (10.0%)

Мяу?

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Мур мур!
4 (100.0%)

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Wednesday, February 25th, 2015 23:30
Dragged in to work later than I thought I might, from when I woke up.

Helldesk is helldesk.

Lunch with Purple was fun; there's a new high-level dev who had joined the table, and was going on at some length about C++. Also his two months in India as a white guy (to a >50% Indian lunch table; Purple and Lennon Glasses Guy and I were the other <50%). It was entertaining as someone who's never been; from the reactions of the rest of the table, it was thigh-slappingly hysterical to a local.

Sat down with Madam Standards and talked about the party.

Sat down with the computer and swore a lot.

Then there was a guest speaker. I walked there with Purple. Mr. Zune joined us. The speaker was hilarious, and I only spilled a little lemonade on Purple & Mr. Zune.

Purple zipped out of work fast enough to forget to sign out of IM, which was a little surreal.

Helldesk may be granting me helpdesk-type privs, since my duties include keeping an eye on teammates' stuff. If that happens, I shall offer my services to #VirtualH.

I scrammed out early-ish, hit Costco for dinner fixings, then holed up at home. It took much too long to untangle my hair. No washer-fixing yet. I did fix my connection to #adventuresofstnono via the bouncer rather than direct.
Wednesday, February 25th, 2015 22:55
1. I have to work tomorrow, which means I don't get to sleep in, but at least it's just half a day and also it's overtime, so extra money yay.

2. I woke up before the alarm today which was nice. Only 10 minutes, but it meant I didn't have to rush as much and wasn't jerked awake by the alarm. (I was batted awake by the cat instead...)

3. Today I spent most of my time at work moving stuff from one set of shelves to another and rearranging the stuff that was there, which was time-consuming and I will probably have to redo it somewhat once we actually start getting more products back in, but for now it looks really nice! And also means I have more display space in the front for sale items.
Wednesday, February 25th, 2015 18:15
Sad thing: The beautiful butterfly mug [personal profile] recessional got me for Wintermas has already developed a hairline crack that leaks tea. D:

Happy thing: I wrote! I wrote a THING! For [community profile] jakink also known as the Jupiter Ascending Kink Meme, so it is some Caine/Jupiter BDSM aftercare.

There is some really good fic at the kink meme (THE KIZA ONE) that needs more comments! Also [personal profile] muccamukk has been posting JA recs to her journal and for the most part they are very good, but the dæmon AU one is VERY fucking sad.
Wednesday, February 25th, 2015 19:43
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Wednesday, February 25th, 2015 19:38
... that you want to do something with Orphan Black to Stars The Stranger?

Lyrics. )
Wednesday, February 25th, 2015 18:31
Germany is a country that has laws against spanking your child. That regulates children's first and last names. That is making steps towards banning unnecessary infant circumcision*. Where we have mandated child health care checkups and if you miss them you get visited at home. Where if your child gets sick and you refuse necessary treatment they can be taken away.

But forcing parents to get their children vaccinated for polio or tetanus is apparently one step too far. WTF.

(* please don't comment on that. I don't have the energy for that)
Wednesday, February 25th, 2015 13:17
Don't ask me why I keep watching Strange Empire. It really is like some horrible addictive drug - giving me occasional highs but meanwhile doing irreparable damage to my body and soul.

Look, you want to watch a transman laborer and an autistic woman doctor having a love affair in 19th century Canada? This show will give you this. You want to watch two half-Native people navigate the politics of aligning themselves with various governments in the ~wild west~, versus self reliance, identity stuff and also be two extremely hot people having a complicated, interesting love affair? You want those two characters to be played by IRL mixed-race actors? You got it, this show will provide. You want a story about African American women trying to build their lives out of the ashes of slavery? You want to see them fail and succeed, make sacrifices, ultimately control their own fates? Here you go, Strange Empire is here for you.

You want narratives about found families, about accepting people as they are at the edge of the world, about women banding together to survive, about vengeance and science and loss and comfort? This show offers all that and more.

I really can't quite wrap my head around how a show with these characters and storylines could be as terrible as Strange Empire is. It's got to be some kind of record.

I also don't understand how a show with this many women on the writing staff, who produced the above characters and relationships, could produce a show with at least one rape scene per episode. How. How does this happen. It goes against the laws of physics.

In short, I really need someone to watch this show and talk to me about how tragically magnificent it is! Let us all talk about how wonderful the endless shirtless sex scenes Tahmoh Penikette gets are! And how terrible he is at acting otherwise since the script and direction on this show are ridiculous! Let's talk about how spoiler ) and how AMAZING, AMAZING, AMAZING Rebecca is and how spoiler ) and yet how sort of... understandable, if not healthy or recommended Isabelle's relationship with John is? They both had different kinds of fucked up upbringings, and when they met each other they basically saw kindred spirits who wanted to climb out of their shitholes lives and make the world burn together. Let's talk about how I love that Rebecca, whose parents abandoned her in a mental institution at a young age, is the heroine most prone to laughter and careless joy out of all the main characters. Let's talk about how Rebecca spoiler ) Let's talk about Kat saving and adopting two girls and going off to be a rancher, let's talk about spoiler ) And also you know, how spoiler ).

Ugh, please someone be my buddy for this show? Please? *puppy eyes* Don't let me suffer alone ;_;
Wednesday, February 25th, 2015 00:49
Today I learned that in some localities, "mutton" means "this is a goat but we're calling it mutton anyway". I was the next person to join the table, making it two against two. One of the other two turned to Google.

Lunch finished up pretty quickly. I drifted by the table of Madam Standards, Non-Boring Manager, and Knives (the sarcastic visual designer). The Non-Boring Manager teased me a bit about whether I recognized him yet. I recognize his hat, but I get confused when I don't see the moustache. I then had to tell the story about that time when I didn't recognize "some woman" on the airplane headed to the family reunion. (My two years younger sister, who I'd last seen two years earlier, in different glasses.) My faceblindness cred is established.

Mr. Zune had a thing to show me. It was a classroom pointer with an orange foam hand with a pointer finger at the end. It is the best new thing in his life. He is pointing at all sorts of things with it. We were giggling helplessly. I told him a true thing to make him giggle harder.

There is a person in my life whose workplace has been having a plague with things like:

Speaker-to-Customers (to customer): Oh yes! Our dev has already implemented the thing!
Speaker-to-Customers (to dev): Sooooo I told the customer you'd already done this. You can get it done, right?
Dev: You owe me.

Speaker-to-Customers (to customer): Yeaaaahhhhh our dev fucked that up.
Speaker-to-Customers (to dev): So I fucked that up and I told the customer you fucked that up.
Dev: You're lucky that defenestration technically counts as murder, which is illegal in this state, because the window is right there.

Fortunately, when a person who appreciates such things gets the opportunity to enjoy a good solid flogging, this puts that person in a generally better frame of mind. And so, with this lead-up, when I whispered "The beatings should continue so morale remains improved," in Mr. Zune's ear, we collectively lost it giggling.

The Stage Manager had told us that he would be out of his office due to a thing involving customers, hosted by some of the same people who used to be in charge of the customer group that came to the erstwhile early Thursday monthly meetings. As he was telling Carmageddon, apparently it was a clusterfuck in terms of internal organization. He went into precise detail, and yeah, that's one of the ways a clusterfuck looks.

As a consolation, I sent him http://www.lauralemay.com/fiction/the-deadline.html which I thought would appeal. It did.

I nearly cried on the phone to helpdesk today, as I discovered a new and fascinating way in which a lack of horizontal scroll bar is fucking things up. The ticket is being escalated. I told the helpdesk lady (in deep frustration) that the helpdesk software was garbage, and then clarified that no, the helpdesk people are just fine (I may have been exaggerating) but the software is garbage and should be discarded. They are likewise frustrated. I thanked her for putting up with me.

I stomped off for milkshake. I was then joined (entirely through having seen me in passing) by lb, and (due to lb making faces at him through the window once he walked back in to his office) by Purple, and then (because he was biking in to work very late) by radius. The Angry Tattooed Man walked past also. lb's Overlady has had contact with the new people in charge of the helldesk software, and lb had thoughts and she agreed with them. radius had to be in the office today because tomorrow he's going up into the city to pay a visit to [personal profile] zorkian's office, though it's a large enough office that they may not come within pool-noodle-waving distance of each other. Also, "Neverland Ranch" is an unfortunate theme for a photo booth. One of the chairs was coming loose from its moorings, and was rusty. I filed a ticket. lb was having trouble staying upright while lounging in one of the chairs. I suggested he could superglue sand to his pants, the chair, or both. Then all he'd need would be WD-40. radius has made his mark on campus quite literally, due to the lack of warning signage the last time the lower parking lot was resurfaced. He'd thought something looked different in the gathering dusk, and realized a short ways before the zone: no lines! Fresh tar! So he braked, and only encroached his front wheel a few feet on the zone. It'll be there until the next time they resurface, just a little discontinuity.

Tiny Plaid Dude, who shares a first name with Haystack and has, like, size eleven enthusiasm in size five shoes, has proposed that there be a poster session during the conference during Madam Standards' party. I have expressed the following opinions:

To Tiny Plaid Dude, the suggestion that he discuss this with the party committee.
To Madam Standards, a heads-up that this proposition has been made, and a counter-suggestion that it would go super-much better during happy hour the following evening. Madam Standards is on board with that.

I tactfully asked Madam Standards whether there was any particular reason she had picked the Neverland photo booth out of the available photo booth options. It had been pretty much an ass-pull, so I have some counter-proposals. I am preparing a spreadsheet.

Things I am also preparing: site maps with dimensions, outlet locations, and other salient points so Madam Standards and the party committee can plot to their hearts' content. Later, we may have some tiny paper pieces to shove around to lay out furniture and stuff.

Purple called time before I did, this time, and we strolled out. We chatted about the general concept of comedians having to blunt their acts for a corporate audience, and how that might work in a specific case. Among, I'm sure, other things, but we were both ready to head home after not that much time.

I realized that I'd left my headset on my desk, but I do have a spare at home. I plugged the iPod into the tape deck adapter, after the headset in the car was flaky. I was early enough (just barely, and by taking 280 all the way rather than 35 along the ridge) to refuel. It's always easier at night, so I am planning to do that when possible. Saves time. Saves stress on me.

The washer now has zero things on top of it, so when the guy(s) come to check it out, it should be no problem for them. Also I laid out tomorrow's outfit and got laundry sorted and hung up. And made my step count via bouncy-ball. And am getting significant inroads on tomorrow's (I just hit 1/4). Last night I did quite a few dishes and trimmed my bangs. I'm not sure where the sudden burst of productivity is coming from, but I shan't argue with it.
Wednesday, February 25th, 2015 03:30
Day 5: we still have a river pouring up out of our sidewalk. (we're beginning to call it 'the water feature'.)

The city keeps apologizing that they haven't gotten anyone out here yet -- apparently they're dealing with crises all over the place and they've got all the available crews and all the contractors they can activate fully booked -- but man, if they try to charge us for the thousands of gallons that we've gone through since Saturday, I'm gonna have to happen to someone.

It says something about the week we're having that this is still not the worst thing we are dealing with right now.
Tuesday, February 24th, 2015 22:29
1. I met Carla at Brian's Shave Ice tonight after work and we had delicious desserts. :D (I have a groupon that I want to try and use at least somewhat spread out rather than all in the last few days before it expires!)

2. The dock workers' strike is finally over so products will finally start trickling back in. Apparently there's so much backlog they don't expect it to be back to normal for months yet but at least if we can just get some stuff in and not have all these empty shelves and angry customers...

3. Tomorrow is my early day, but I am feeling pretty tired right now so I'm hoping I can get to sleep early and not be a complete zombie when the alarm goes off.
Tuesday, February 24th, 2015 22:54
I flinch at vulnerability right now, but I'm also trying to grow as a person.

The Farmer and I celebrated our third anniversary today. We had a wonderful lunch, sandwiched between two very hard conversations about feelings and hopes and wishes. Being loving to each other long-term is hard stuff because it involves looking at short-term baggage to make sure that stuff doesn't take root. Is this single comment going to cause deep disruption when it takes root in a tender heart? I'm not very good at asking that question.

Part of me wants to just hurry up and marry him, but HAHA, divorcee knows the truth that marriage doesn't fix everything/anything.

So we ate modern Israeli tapas on Magazine St. and had ice cream for dinner because we could. We aren't perfect, but we are fond of each other. I think that can work.
Tuesday, February 24th, 2015 19:48
This is going to suck, but I'm still most proud of these two paragraphs of a WIP Egon/Janine fic, where I am making use of a sorely underutilized plot device (mainly because the writer kept getting derailed by changes to overarching story lines that the editor wanted to see come to fruition earlier).

Cut for potential spoilers for IDW's Ghostbusters comic. )
Tuesday, February 24th, 2015 18:37
Because of their position relative to the seasons of the show, it isn't surprising, really, that so many of the Christmas specials have had to work with one-off companions of one sort or another. It is, perhaps, more surprising how well they often work, even when the story they are in often has more spectacle than substance.

More Under the Cut )

NLSS Child picked up very clearly the message that it isn't always the most sympathetic people who survive, though she was charmed at the end by Mr. Copper dancing away into the night with his new found wealth - a necessary Christmas counterpoint, presumably, to Davies' brief indulgence of misanthropy.
Tuesday, February 24th, 2015 13:36
A few bits of thought passed across my mind recently, about legacy and friendship and the law, and I found myself curious about whether I'm quite different from my friends in my assumptions about the way my life will go. So: a three-question poll.

Poll #16481 What do you expect?
This poll is anonymous.
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: Just the Poll Creator, participants: 33

Do you expect that someone will, in the future, systematically research your life, e.g., by reading all of your public blog posts and interviewing your friends and family?

Definitely
2 (6.1%)

Probably
9 (27.3%)

Probably not
12 (36.4%)

No
10 (30.3%)

Not applicable; I know that this has already happened
0 (0.0%)

If you have never been sued before, do you expect that someone will someday sue you?

Definitely
0 (0.0%)

Probably
6 (18.2%)

Probably not
22 (66.7%)

No
5 (15.2%)

Not applicable; I have been sued before
0 (0.0%)

Do you expect that you have already met everyone who's going to be very important in your life?

Definitely
0 (0.0%)

Probably
5 (15.2%)

Probably not
12 (36.4%)

No
16 (48.5%)



The poll is anonymous. Please feel free to elaborate on your answers in the comments! EDITED TO ADD: And comments are screened by default and I'm going to leave them screened unless you say it's ok to unscreen.
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Tuesday, February 24th, 2015 18:12
Whether that is RP or guessing games or I don't know what else. It is fun. :D

Also, yes, I really ought to update more.

Current state of the randomling:

* headed home tomorrow after nearly two months staying with a friend in Germany. It's been really fun and I shall be sad to leave! But I'm coming back in May!
* my German has improved considerably.
* I've also started poking gently at learning Hebrew. I'm now roughly at "I can vaguely understand the alphabet and I'm learning words, but learning huge piles of vocab without context or grammar is starting to seem increasingly pointless". So along with the alphabet-learning book [personal profile] liv recommended, I need to look into beginner's Hebrew language books next. Plus probably a good bilingual dictionary.
* that said, a winter's worth of reduced work due to depression means I'm currently a bit low on spare cash (thankfully I had emergency provisions so I'm not actually unable to cover bills), so I have a feeling buying lots of books for the shiny new language will have to wait.
* and THAT said, I now seem to be back to working reasonably consistently, so the money situation should start to improve soonish.
* any Highlander fans reading this? One thing I've been doing while here is consuming Highlander at a rate of knots - I'm still on my first watch-through, now partway through S4 (I'd just finished S1 when I got here). I have fallen hopelessly in love with Methos. Hopelessly. Hopelessly. It's a problem. (And a delight. METHOS.)
* I am very well-fed just now. We had potato nests (mashed potato, scrambled eggs and a German dairy product called quark; I skip the quark 'cause I don't like it, but mashed potatoes and scrambled egg is *awesome*).
Tuesday, February 24th, 2015 12:50
dear coworker.
I really REALLY don't care about the intimate (heh) details of your uterus. especially at lunch. omg seriously this is getting ridiculous and overly TMI.
grumpily,
the fish.
Tuesday, February 24th, 2015 10:16

Hard work finally paid off in Better than Wolves Minecraft. [personal profile] woggy automated the chicken farm! There's a saw in the mill! There are outposts so if we die, we can find our way home! The food supply is not as precarious! There's a cauldron and access to the Nether and we keep moving up the tech tree. It's super cool. [personal profile] woggy keeps making things possible.

I am slightly distressed right now because Brent's in Houma right now. Until Wednesday. He left yesterday and you know what? It's really annoying to have to sleep alone when you're used to sleeping with someone. I kept waking up (in addition to the usual wake up in the middle of the night - that really needs to stop) thinking I'd heard a noise that wasn't normal. Grr arg. I understand why he's in Houma, but I don't have to like it. :P

My friend Linda (the one who took me to Clearwater a couple of years ago) gave me instructions on how to build a server for Minecraft. I'm going to make one as soon as Brent gets back from Houma and we can get his old computer cleaned off. So much excitement! She was playing a Solo game of BtW and kept dying of starvation. (I also have been playing a solo game and it's super hard!) I want to play with her too! And now I have the tools to make that happen. :D

Work continues apace. That's all I've got to say about that, really.

I finished the baby mittens for Joe's daughter! I just have to make the i-cord for it (I found out that means 'idiot cord'. And it's by Elizabeth Zimmermann. Color me not surprised.) and then I can cast on for another set of mittens! The ones I finished are in a really pretty baby green wool and I think they'll be quite nice. I'm going to do the i-cord in yellow, I think. It's the same kind of wool, too. It's remarkable how quickly baby mittens work up!

Speaking of wool and the like, the local yarn shop is closing on the 28th of February! I am distressed by this. I know that yarn shops do not always make it, but I am still distressed. This means I have to go to Jackson for a yarn shop! Ick, ick ick. Means I'll be stash diving for a while until I feel like going to Jackson just for yarn. And fresh squeezed pulp free orange juice from Whole Foods. Come to think of it, they're right close together, so that might not be a bad idea. Go me! I found a silver lining!

We started a Bible study in our Sunday School class yesterday. It's pretty neat so far. It's Adam Hamilton's 'Making Sense of the Bible - Rediscovering the Power of Scripture Today'. It looks at a lot of the thorny questions of the Bible and makes you think about them hard. Like the difference between New Testament and Old Testament views of the Abrahamic God, or what the hell does Revelations even mean, or what is the Bible, really? (Besides a book of the history, culture and wisdom of the ancient Israelites, but what does that mean to us today as people of the Book?) So far it's been really neat, even though we've only had one session. (I read ahead in the book. Of course.) My giant Study Bible came in handy with the footnotes and the notes on the footnotes. We were asked to compare two passages critically and see how they were quoted from in one passage and what that meant to the question at hand. It was very nice having a good, larger print Bible to do that with. My old ones are New King James and King James, which while good Bibles, are tiny print. Very tiny print. (Then again, my new one is about four inches thick. The others are about an inch to two inches.) I bought the book for the study on my Nook so it's also on my phone. I've liked that flexibility.

I need to go through my closet and pull out some items that haven't seen the light of day in a while - mostly because I haven't been able to get into the closet - and get them some use. And my jewelry! I need to organize that too. The earrings are fine, but the necklaces are just heaped up. And tangled, of course. I am not keen on that and the landlord (former landlord now) wasn't keen on holes in the walls. Dunno about the new one but we'll see how cup hooks work or some such workaround.

I have noticed that when I got to lunch with just Marlene, we get back before our allotted thirty minutes is up. When I go with Marlene and Tara, we get back much later. Hmm.

My sister's husband's brother (my sister's brother-in-law) is in the hospital for heart trouble. Good wishes would be welcome for him, because Butch is a nice guy.

Tuesday, February 24th, 2015 09:02
Previously unread.

Fourth volume of Tales of Einarinn it takes place in parallel with book #3 and focuses mainly on Temar and Ryshad. It takes place essentially all in Toremal, the capital of the Empire. Coplications, plots, honour and I guess digniy are all major themes.

Pretty good reading, still.
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Tuesday, February 24th, 2015 00:54
00:31 Sunday, 22 February, 2015
While Purple and I were hanging out in the parking lot the other night, we mentioned that we hadn't heard owls in a while. Immediately thereafter, there was a screech. Owls.

00:10 Tuesday, 24 February, 2015
Heard back from the place where I applied. I don't know if there are any other blockers, but I would need the raise before they could accept me. Agh. (My 1:1 for tomorrow is canceled on account of the flu, on the part of my manager.)

This morning was canceled for me, on account of allergies. I woke up before my alarm in an amazing state of allergy snot. I took a claritin and washed out my nose, but it took a while to actually be able to sleep. When I did wake up, it was afternoon.

I grabbed some lunch and came in, and headed up for milkshake at the appointed time (as soon as I looked at Purple's IM status to ask him if he was heading soon, and saw that he'd been idle for five) and it was good. I wound up walking up with my administrative friend, There was shirt color silliness, as everyone when I arrived was not matching. Purple was maroon, lb was purple, I was (per usual) black. When Mr. Zune arrived, he was green. "So what color shirt is radius wearing today?" we greeted him.

This was an unusual enough greeting to make him threaten to leave us, but after we "explained" (that we were being nonsensical), he guessed black. lb guessed orange (as he is vaguely aware that radius owns an orange shirt). When radius arrived, I said, "You're right!" to Mr. Zune. The shirt was in fact darkish grey. "Light black?" someone said. It was a bit of a running joke that afternoon.

Australia is, in fact, trying to kill everyone. phone's train was canceled on account of it was hit by lightning. We made radius attempt to explain these things to us.

Later, there was a different, and sadder, kind of train problem closer to home. When Caltrain meets a vehicle on the tracks, nobody wins, but physics favors Caltrain. Twitter tells me that two people died, one in the first collision and another in a subsequent one.

Conference planning continues.
Research planning continues.
Evaluation of the potential new tool continues.
The people responsible for the helldesk tool will get back to me about two questions I have had.
Closing a window did not fix the weird howling fan problem audible from radius's office.
The mood lighting in radius and Purple's building's bathroom has been fixed.

Five years -- nearly six, now -- is a long time. Fishie doesn't fully remember those early days anymore, so it's part of my duty as a fishmum to point out some of the changes I've noticed between then and now, and what I think of them. I am so, so proud of her.

Purple had some last-minute stuff for an internal papers thing, and I was on the point of grabbing one of his favorite candies and heading over to his building to say goodnight and I was going the hell home, when he finished up, and we wound up in the chilly parking lot.

I saw a meteor, but by the time he turned around, it had gone from a green-white streak into a collection of orange sparks and vanished.

We laughed about cats and hens and dogs and terrible/hilarious tv shows, then headed off for dinner and home.
Tuesday, February 24th, 2015 00:34
1. None of our usual Sunday shows were on last night (stupid Oscars) but we finally got a chance to watch the new Gravity Falls! I just wish it wasn't two weeks until the next episode...

2. I got our California taxes filed tonight, so we should be getting that refund soon. (Already got the federal one deposited the other day!) Unfortunately the Massachusetts one is being a real pain in the ass and I think I might have to actually print out the pages and send it in the mail. :( (Still we should get another $160 back from that once I get it sent in.)

3. It really poured last night! I wish it hadn't poured right when I had to come home from work as I got totally soaked, but I'm glad we got some rain (and there's supposed to be more next weekend, too).

4. I have to work the next three Thursday mornings, which sucks because I'll only be getting one full day off a week, but I'm looking forward to getting that much overtime.

5. I downloaded a bunch of manga last night and today. I went to one of my regular raw sites just to browse, rather than going to look for anything specific, and ended up just going through their recent uploads for ages and opening up anything that looked interesting. So I found a bunch of new series to try out as well as finding some new volumes of series I was already following that I hadn't realised were out yet.
Tuesday, February 24th, 2015 00:06
I made this for [personal profile] kd5mdk, who despite living in Austin, TX, is a serious hockey fan.

When he was up here visiting we tried and failed to make it to women's hockey and to a Marlies game, so eventually went to see the Soo Greyhounds at the Niagara Ice Dogs (OHL), which turned out to be a great decision as it was a HOPPING game - the final score was 8-6 Niagara and we had the excellent luck to be seated just in front of Geezer Row, from which we got high quality colour commentary.

Originally I left off some stuff that would normally have gone on because I knew he already had it, so this is a modified version of the original playlist. I'm quite proud of the cover art :-)

Hockey Night In Texas

Non-music tracks are in [square brackets]
Hockey Night In Canada: Naturally 7
[Montreal at Chicago: Bob Cole]
Frozen Puck To The Head: Captain Tractor
I'm Shipping Up To Boston: Dropkick Murphys
Helmethead: Great Big Sea
Takin' Care of Business: Bachman-Turner Overdrive
Bleed American: Jimmy Eat World
[Hockey Fight: Foster Hewitt]
We Will Rock You: Queen
[Intermission/Rock and Roll 2: Danny Gallivan/Sound Effects/Gary Glitter]
Gretzky Rocks: The Pursuit Of Happiness
The Hockey Song: Stompin' Tom Connors
[Canadiens at Leafs: Foster Hewitt]
Hockey: Jane Siberry
Big League: Tom Cochrane
Flying: Stan Rogers
Fifty Mission Cap: The Tragically Hip
Wake Up: The Arcade Fire
[Canadiens at Maple Leafs: Dan Kelly]
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