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- Sunday, 0224: waldorph: Trekfic: "Genesis2" NSFW. http://waldorph.livejournal.com/128
377.html - Sunday, 0721: Well-meaning but untrained is better than competent and malicious. Though competent and well-meaning is best of all. #emo #manpain
- Sunday, 0809: So much for the concept of diurnal. I'll just get a bit of a nap then.
- Sunday, 1413: Called best friend, chattered for 50 minutes, talked turkey, did collaborative limerick wars against my cousin. FTW.
- Sunday, 1415: RT:@fairlight777:And I repeat: If you think that Christmas needs to be saved you are probably one of the folks that we need to save it FROM. ( read the other 12 )
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So it turns out that there hasn't been a substantial public entry about my actual life for a while...
Friday the 13th was not massively unlucky for me. I have not looked for ill-luck on Fridays the 13th since elementary school. Somewhere that day, probably on the phone with MissKat, we came up with the concept that telephone numbers that have the 9-key letter 'i' in them are imaginary. This is the number 4. If you have a 4 in your telephone number, your telephone number is imaginary. I grew up in Fairbanks, Alaska. Fairbanks is (907) 479, with some 474 for the university, 451 in the city, some 456, then 455 out in Golden Valley... heh. Then for most of the time I lived in Phoenix, my telephone number ended with 42. (The nice fellow on the line when I was getting our phone service set up asked if there was any number I particularly wanted. I think I inquired after 13 first; none of those; I asked after 42; I got that.)
Saturday the 14th was not particularly busy except for the spamwhackery.
Sunday the 15th involved more spam work. I have started pulling stats, I might have mentioned? It turns out that it is reasonably educational to look at a breakdown of the sorts of spam reports that Dreamwidth is getting. I'd like to commend my spamwhackers for attending to reports promptly, and I'd also like to commend the people getting spammed for deleting their genuine spam quickly. If you delete spam fast and the spam gets whacked fast, it can diminish the number of other people who get hit by that same spammer, which results in a better experience all around for everyone.
I'm not entirely sure what I got up to on Monday and Tuesday. Twitter was not enlightening. Either Monday or Tuesday night, I had a weird dream that involved going around places with people (standard fare), except one of the places was a building that seemed to be across between my dad's tool shed and the woodshed, back home in Alaska. Tupshin, of all people, was living there, and he was showing off his handiwork and what he had done with the place: he had been weaving ribbons into interesting patterns on the fronts of throw pillows. Truefax. My head is a weird, weird place. Later on in this same dream, I was hanging out with my best friend. We were waiting for some fireworks or something. There were a bunch of other random people that we didn't know there, and my best friend said something tactless and foot-in-mouth. The guys (of course it was a group of guys, and they were all taller than him and outweighed him) got up in his face and hoped that he hadn't meant that the way it sounded. Which he hadn't, but he kept digging himself in deeper. I tried to smooth things over while he GTFO, and I was totally taking advantage of being female and the way they probably would not hit a girl. It was a very uneasy scenario and I hope that if he ever manages to get himself into this situation in places that are not my head, that he handles it better.
AO3 Open Beta did go live, and I got in line pretty quickly, so by early Wednesday (the 18th) morning, I was cheerfully importing my old fic into the archive and cleaning up the weirdness from the AO3 importer vs. Dreamwidth. (I hear this has since been fixed.) I then stumbled over
waldorph's lovely series: http://waldorph.livejournal.com/108 982.html starts it, and it's a slight AU where Kirk is specifically a math genius, does not fall for Pike's ploy, but winds up tending bar in San Francisco, and matching brains with Spock.
rb has been enjoying it too. ;)
My parents' old propane stove died Monday, around when Mama returned from her visit to Pennsylvania. This probably deserves its own entry, because that stove is a Saga unto itself.
Thursday the 19th involved the farmers' market with my aunt, noting the way that they were going to have a special Wednesday session the following week, and then a walk later in the afternoon. A friend of my cousin's was visiting. My brain got earwormed with Jonathan Coulton's "Mandelbrot Set", but since my brain also does the lyrics as well, it was rather notably playing not "bad-ass fucking fractal" but "bad ass-fucking fractal". Different concepts here. The evening was TV Night, with major stuff going down in SPN-land. I haven't bonded to the show and its characters as thoroughly as a lot of the people around me have, so while it was Clearly Major, it did not hit me like a ton of bricks.
Friday the 20th involved my self-esteem completely crashing. I started off babbling about one thing, and wound up sharing my self-loathing and lousy sense of self-worth with the whole filter. Sorry, guys. :( On the up side, I did wind up talking to my baby sister, and that is generally fun. I learned that there is a purported sexual practice called "jarring", and Twitter told me that it was difficult to find images of it. (I refused to Google it on general principle, but then it proved so safe to image search that I was hard-pressed to even find one image that was actually of it.)
I have been getting behind on my friends page/reading list reading, and the email updates for the LJ news posts have been coming about a day late. There's an LJ Facebook page now. (There were some LJ Facebook pages earlier, but those were volunteer-focused, I guess?) In any case, this appears to be operated by the new employee, and both the Facebook page and the Twitter account are getting Writer's Block questions. (This does seem to have the unintended effect of moving some of the Writer's Block responses to Facebook and Twitter, rather than having people update on LJ.)
Saturday the 21st heralded a personal moment of realization: I've been trying to use the <em> and <cite> tags rather than <i>, and at first I sort of had to force myself to do that. I was typing out a comment, and before I submitted it, I looked at it, and realized that I'd used the proper tags, one for quoting a bit of fic, and one for fangirling about it. Go, me.
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Friday the 13th was not massively unlucky for me. I have not looked for ill-luck on Fridays the 13th since elementary school. Somewhere that day, probably on the phone with MissKat, we came up with the concept that telephone numbers that have the 9-key letter 'i' in them are imaginary. This is the number 4. If you have a 4 in your telephone number, your telephone number is imaginary. I grew up in Fairbanks, Alaska. Fairbanks is (907) 479, with some 474 for the university, 451 in the city, some 456, then 455 out in Golden Valley... heh. Then for most of the time I lived in Phoenix, my telephone number ended with 42. (The nice fellow on the line when I was getting our phone service set up asked if there was any number I particularly wanted. I think I inquired after 13 first; none of those; I asked after 42; I got that.)
Saturday the 14th was not particularly busy except for the spamwhackery.
Sunday the 15th involved more spam work. I have started pulling stats, I might have mentioned? It turns out that it is reasonably educational to look at a breakdown of the sorts of spam reports that Dreamwidth is getting. I'd like to commend my spamwhackers for attending to reports promptly, and I'd also like to commend the people getting spammed for deleting their genuine spam quickly. If you delete spam fast and the spam gets whacked fast, it can diminish the number of other people who get hit by that same spammer, which results in a better experience all around for everyone.
I'm not entirely sure what I got up to on Monday and Tuesday. Twitter was not enlightening. Either Monday or Tuesday night, I had a weird dream that involved going around places with people (standard fare), except one of the places was a building that seemed to be across between my dad's tool shed and the woodshed, back home in Alaska. Tupshin, of all people, was living there, and he was showing off his handiwork and what he had done with the place: he had been weaving ribbons into interesting patterns on the fronts of throw pillows. Truefax. My head is a weird, weird place. Later on in this same dream, I was hanging out with my best friend. We were waiting for some fireworks or something. There were a bunch of other random people that we didn't know there, and my best friend said something tactless and foot-in-mouth. The guys (of course it was a group of guys, and they were all taller than him and outweighed him) got up in his face and hoped that he hadn't meant that the way it sounded. Which he hadn't, but he kept digging himself in deeper. I tried to smooth things over while he GTFO, and I was totally taking advantage of being female and the way they probably would not hit a girl. It was a very uneasy scenario and I hope that if he ever manages to get himself into this situation in places that are not my head, that he handles it better.
AO3 Open Beta did go live, and I got in line pretty quickly, so by early Wednesday (the 18th) morning, I was cheerfully importing my old fic into the archive and cleaning up the weirdness from the AO3 importer vs. Dreamwidth. (I hear this has since been fixed.) I then stumbled over
My parents' old propane stove died Monday, around when Mama returned from her visit to Pennsylvania. This probably deserves its own entry, because that stove is a Saga unto itself.
Thursday the 19th involved the farmers' market with my aunt, noting the way that they were going to have a special Wednesday session the following week, and then a walk later in the afternoon. A friend of my cousin's was visiting. My brain got earwormed with Jonathan Coulton's "Mandelbrot Set", but since my brain also does the lyrics as well, it was rather notably playing not "bad-ass fucking fractal" but "bad ass-fucking fractal". Different concepts here. The evening was TV Night, with major stuff going down in SPN-land. I haven't bonded to the show and its characters as thoroughly as a lot of the people around me have, so while it was Clearly Major, it did not hit me like a ton of bricks.
Friday the 20th involved my self-esteem completely crashing. I started off babbling about one thing, and wound up sharing my self-loathing and lousy sense of self-worth with the whole filter. Sorry, guys. :( On the up side, I did wind up talking to my baby sister, and that is generally fun. I learned that there is a purported sexual practice called "jarring", and Twitter told me that it was difficult to find images of it. (I refused to Google it on general principle, but then it proved so safe to image search that I was hard-pressed to even find one image that was actually of it.)
I have been getting behind on my friends page/reading list reading, and the email updates for the LJ news posts have been coming about a day late. There's an LJ Facebook page now. (There were some LJ Facebook pages earlier, but those were volunteer-focused, I guess?) In any case, this appears to be operated by the new employee, and both the Facebook page and the Twitter account are getting Writer's Block questions. (This does seem to have the unintended effect of moving some of the Writer's Block responses to Facebook and Twitter, rather than having people update on LJ.)
Saturday the 21st heralded a personal moment of realization: I've been trying to use the <em> and <cite> tags rather than <i>, and at first I sort of had to force myself to do that. I was typing out a comment, and before I submitted it, I looked at it, and realized that I'd used the proper tags, one for quoting a bit of fic, and one for fangirling about it. Go, me.
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- Saturday, 0200: http://qdb.us/118241
- Saturday, 0223: @ladyofthelog It is.
- Saturday, 0237: NSFW: DoS attack! http://qdb.us/262095 (humor)
- Saturday, 1134: I do not feel well.
- Saturday, 1136: @fairlight777 Oh sweet Eris. ( read the other 17 )
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- Friday, 0912: The Edward Cullen Underpants Conundrum: You guys? Something strange is happening to me. Something strange, and .. http://tigerbeatdown.com/?p=579
- Friday, 0912: Predator Redux: Meet The Predators, which featured a 2002 study co-authored by psychology professor David Lisak.. http://yesmeansyesblog.wordpress.com/20
09/11/24/predator-redux/ - Friday, 0942: Typographic Character Coasters: Shared by Azure Lunatic
@dckevin89
A simple design project for font lovers: .. http://www.evilmadscientist.com/article.php/typocoasters - Friday, 1021: @khasael She doesn't deserve any for that remark!
- Friday, 1028: @cadenzamuse Young Wizards? ( read the other 5 )
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I have been trying to keep track of the music that plays in my head over at earwormhole, though I don't always remember to.
(Yes, I've been posting a lot of low-content entries today, because I'm testing stuff and the real stuff takes more time to put together.)
(Yes, I've been posting a lot of low-content entries today, because I'm testing stuff and the real stuff takes more time to put together.)
Following spammers back to their lairs. If
iomega2009 is operated by Iomega, they've got some 'splaining to do.
Black labs have these sharp pointed nasty guard hairs that get stuck in people's feet.
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- Wednesday, 2356: @fairlight777 @gameboyguy13 @zarhooie I just got back. Busier than usual this time of night. Got my cranberries & 2nd to last can of OJ.
- Thursday, 0014: @teshiron @dckevin89 I know it can be learned, as I suuuucked at car identification until I acquired a 4-year-old boy who needed schooling.
- Thursday, 0045: @zarhooie Fuck that noise up the *nose*, man.
- Thursday, 0048: @AceGregory2828 You, sir, are the worst kind of spammer and cad. GTFO.
- Thursday, 0105: Sekrit Message to @zarhooie: LJ user andy is in my <^>suggestions and all is well. ^_^ ( read the other 27 )
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- Lemonade
- Sweet sweet lemonade
- Hard hard lemonade.
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- Wednesday, 0031: http://blogcritics.org/culture/arti
cle/bujold-and-the-essence-of-engineerin g/ You will never fool the metal. - Wednesday, 0035: @dckevin89 I BETTER NOT SHOW YOU WHERE THE LEMONADE IS MADE SWEET LEMONADE
- Wednesday, 0036: @nbelitz wILL YOU TAKE ME AROUND THE UNIVERSE? @zarhooie PLEASE TO MEET MATHSY
- Wednesday, 0037: @oakandsage I like it lots. It is on my list for maybe a bottle someday.
- Wednesday, 0038: @kestrelct o rly? Yay! I will be at my aunt's for Thursday. You? ( read the other 13 )
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- Tuesday, 0134: @gameboyguy13 Yeah, yeah, yeah
- Tuesday, 0142: @teshiron @gameboyguy13 @fairlight777 I was thinking about maybe http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FwQOFamx
5oE as a backup in case of LOLNO. - Tuesday, 1225: MoveOn emailed me "Kick it up a notch"& by the time I caught up to what my brain was singing it was @ "combat site" #endoftheworld #earworms
- Tuesday, 1226: RT@FakeAPStylebook:Should you find yourself interviewing an infinite number of monkeys, relax. Eventually they'll write the article for you.
- Tuesday, 1228: Sadly, Writer's Block has been scaring me lately, above & beyond the other issues I had. ( read the other 5 )
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- Monday, 0035: MIKE'S HARD LEMONADE SWEET SWEET LEMONADE (MIKE'S HARD COCK) (pleh pleh pleh @zarhooie is being crazy at me pleh)
- Monday, 0036: NOW WITH EXTRA PLEH
- Monday, 0037: @ZARHOOIE IS TRYING TO PLAN ME A WEDDING WITH ANONYMOUS V MASKS. PLEH PLEH PLEH.
- Monday, 0038: also she just totally read my mind about the Imperial March. pleh pleh pleh
- Monday, 0039: @zarhooie you should google "ultimate muscle roller legend" ( read the other 30 )
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So it turns out that
zarhooie and I have been spending incredible amounts of time on the phone with each other (since, like, open beta or something) and being very, very, very silly. And also with the shop talk.
And silly.
And we understand each other's half-asleep babblings almost perfectly.
And we infect each other with really, really, really fucking weird internet ... things.
(If you see me babbling about MIKE'S HARD LEMONADE, just smile and nod.)
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And silly.
And we understand each other's half-asleep babblings almost perfectly.
And we infect each other with really, really, really fucking weird internet ... things.
(If you see me babbling about MIKE'S HARD LEMONADE, just smile and nod.)
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- Sunday, 0147: @intrepia EWWWWWWW. NO TITS AGAINST THE RTE FOR THEM.
- Sunday, 0233: DOS-era voice recognition pwnage: http://catless.ncl.ac.uk/Risks/25.83.ht
ml#subj12.1 - Sunday, 0246: My lime powder has clumped and is unusable. I sniffle sadly, but must toss it. :(
- Sunday, 0249: http://www.mexgrocer.com/25810-00559.ht
ml (if you have never tried this stuff before, it is good in the right places, omg.) - Sunday, 0257: Dear #ao3 X-Files Tag Wrangler, thank you for including "The Lone Gunmen" as a valid character. <3 ( read the other 14 )
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- Saturday, 0019: waldorph: TrekFic: "Second Star to the Right" (√Ï233/hy7 #9) (STR) http://waldorph.livejournal.com/114
285.html - Saturday, 0020: waldorph: TrekFic: "Family Matters" (√Ï233/hy7 #10) http://waldorph.livejournal.com/115
064.html - Saturday, 0026: I've started using the HTML tags 'em' and 'cite' fluently without thinking about what I'm saying, anymore. Go, me.
- Saturday, 0026: @fairlight777 WHEEEEEEEEEEE
- Saturday, 0043: waldorph: TrekFic: "Eye of a Hurricane" (√Ï233/hy7 #11) http://waldorph.livejournal.com/118
740.html ( read the other 39 )
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- Friday, 0013: I have a wonderful headache.
- Friday, 0032: Impeccable BART timing. I love the wind on my face when the train comes. I feel the wind before I hear it.
- Friday, 0040: Tonight's culinary adventure was pasta salad. I managed to not get bread today somehow.
- Friday, 0119: @llbbooks A 3D fractal, printed out like @semanticist suggests, could potentially provide some ass-fuckery.
- Friday, 0126: @nbelitz O HI THERE ( read the other 37 )
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- Thursday, 0136: waldorph: TrekFic: "Part of My Soul" (√Ï233/hy7 #8) http://waldorph.livejournal.com/112
300.html - Thursday, 0213: @semanticist Looks like twitter import b0rked
- Thursday, 0232: @semanticist Last import was on the 14th.
- Thursday, 0353: @semanticist It did! Hooray!
- Thursday, 1037: The lyrics are "badass fucking fractal", not "bad ass-fucking fractal". (My brain is dodgy in the mornings.) ( read the other 26 )
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The first part of my list.
Going through looking for the actual suggested SMTP responses in LOLCAT, not the silly web responses like 403.2 Not Recommended, led me to compile some of the ones that were missing; this installment is because I'd rather not have it kicking around in a text file forever and I have to shut the computer down to head out.
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Going through looking for the actual suggested SMTP responses in LOLCAT, not the silly web responses like 403.2 Not Recommended, led me to compile some of the ones that were missing; this installment is because I'd rather not have it kicking around in a text file forever and I have to shut the computer down to head out.
- Not allowed to let the call queue get a comma in it, just to see what would happen.
- Not allowed to hold a "beauty pageant" by getting the names of the other team sharing our building on third shift, looking them up in the employee directory, and voting on who looks the nicest in their employee picture.
- Not allowed to send back the customer's email corrected for spelling or grammar. Sending it back with corrections for technical accuracy is fine.
- The 2nd shift supervisor is not allowed to play MMMBOP where anyone else can hear it.
- Not allowed to chuck a cold turkey at a jet engine, to see if it will mess up the jet engine. Leave this to the Mythbusters.
- Not allowed to ask the customer if we've met on the internet before, even though I see ONTD open in two tabs on her screenshot.
- Not allowed to point out the inherent contradiction to a customer who is claiming to have awesome web design skills on their website, which has broken CSS.
- Not allowed to tell the guy who is hosting the entire immigration database for his country(!) in a secondary directory of some low-rent hosting that he should really get a private server. Am allowed to tell him that he shouldn't include the username and password in the email he sends us.
- Cannot agree with the customer who calls the WYSIWYG website application "a bad dream and a virus all rolled into one", no matter how much I want to.
- Not allowed to attempt to look for a good time on 86.75.30.9
- Wherever I send a customer that our department cannot help, it had better not involve a handbasket.
- Allowed to assign sarcastic names to canned responses in Clippings. Not allowed to ever reveal said names to customers who are getting the canned responses. (One of the best: "Our website doesn't like you very much either.")
- Not allowed to watch the video of the helicopter dick while at work.
- Not allowed to mock the plight of the customer whose secretary registered his domain and has all the information for it, but the secretary is now in prison and not available for communication, and the domain's owner-authenticating information is therefore unavailable.
- When the team lead says "Numbers", this means that they are about to announce our stats, and not a request for us to start telling them arbitrary numbers, and the coolest arbitrary number will not win any kind of prize, no matter how cool it is nor no matter how many digits of pi I have memorized.
- Not allowed to get into a fight with an autoresponder.
- Not allowed to attempt to duplicate Han Solo frozen in carbonite with the 2nd shift supervisor.
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- Saturday, 0613: @mclittlebitch NEVER THOUGHT I'D BE ON A BOAT
- Saturday, 1143: Comparison of vampire traits - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comparison
_of_vampire_traits - Saturday, 1222: Wii Mowing succeed: Wii Mowing succeed http://succeedblog.org/post/242529073/w
ii-mowing-succeed - Saturday, 1321: drawing succeed: drawing succeed http://succeedblog.org/post/242700040/d
rawing-succeed - Saturday, 1438: Just pointed my father to urbandictionary. I should be apprehensive about this move. ( read the other 98 )
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