July 14th, 2008

grin & duck -- friends, grin & duck
It's Opposites Day.

Friday was work and team breakfast.

Saturday was work, and first I dropped my water bottle, then I had a fight with the computer systems over my password (and lost an hour). I also figured out what that customer meant when she asked, "I bought the shop. Will it take more than 3000 MB in a different hotel?" It puzzled me vastly, as it had puzzled a teammate and our supervisor previously (I got a new request from the same customer and was trying to get some context) and then *snap* it clicked -- she meant, of course, "I have purchased your e-commerce application and would like to host it elsewhere. Will I need more than 3000 MB of space?" (The answer to that question is "No, our e-commerce application cannot be hosted elsewhere. I apologize for any inconvenience.")

I zombified with [info]hcolleen when I got home Sunday morning, then slept. When I woke up, I called Darkside and then realized that I had two emails from him (what!!) that I hadn't read. Sensing that time was a-wasting (and because I had some coherent from not waking up to alarm) I quickly showered and drove over. We had pizza and comedy, taking a detour through a History channel show that resembles Mythbusters in the construction, destruction, and mess, before getting into The History of the World (Part I). As the last time I had seen that was with Shawn, I enjoyed watching it for the first time. We then wound up in anime, Shadow Skill, which is silly, fun, and not a bad substitute for Slayers.

I made reference to Home Movies from the Cutting-Room Floor, and then had to explain it. (I reassured him that he's nooowhere in it.) Darkside doesn't do written slapstick comedy (my specialty), and he really doesn't do boys in skirts. (Pity.) That led to a discussion on what it was that he read. "Magic and explosions" sums up much of it. :D

Dream: The Passage

  • Jul. 14th, 2008 at 5:12 PM
Ryoko, bleeding
I dreamed that I was going from Place A to Place B, and there was stuff about a school and a fleet of cars all with the same three letters on their license plates, all white, and there was stuff in the school building, and I was selling my car. And somewhere in there, we were driving along these twisty roads, and we had to go through this passage. A building had been built, it was sort of mall-like (are malls the new, poorly defended, castles of the age?) and contained the passage.

This was a very local thing, although strangers also technically had to go through it. Because the phenomenon of the passage was so poorly understood by those who weren't specialists in it, the main gate had been barred off, and there was a taboo against the true experience as it was evil. I was trying to get a look through the barred door, but there were non-locals there who started hissing stuff about me for being too interested in it, so I wandered off, disappointed.

There were two ways to go through the "tourist" one. But there weren't any instructions, so I started going through the place. There was someone with me, another woman, and she started having a hard time as we were walking. The area was a great big long room, with its end out of sight; I think the room twisted and had hills. It was divided into sections with different colors and views as you walked through, with flexible iron chain mesh descending from the ceiling. Each separate area triggered a different set of emotions, skills, and memories. I was struggling too, and my companion was finding it hellish. Exhausted, we staggered out, into the employee break room, which was occupied by several chattering and smoking locals.

They let me know that yeah, we'd survived it, and there was a separate hallway skirting the actual active area for those who couldn't handle it, we'd gone through backwards, and we'd actually had something tougher than the version that the locals typically took, because we hadn't gone in prepared for it, and yeah, if you weren't prepared, the emotional wringer would seriously fuck you up for a while, and that was why it was considered evil. We went through again, better-prepared, and properly, and in order, it was still a Significant Experience, but it was not Terrible.

Daily randomness of Miss Lunatic

  • Jul. 14th, 2008 at 11:58 PM
suggestions queen, volunteer
  • 00:52 Darkside does not like and in fact fears the ruffled pink skirt. (For him, not for me. Though I have no pink skirt.) No drag for him!! #
  • 01:08 Gah. I worry. Two emails and comedy. #
  • 08:44 Have lost lip gloss in car. This will not lead to good things, given that this is Arizona (not Sparta, however). #
  • 08:49 @mayerman I used to have a text file open at my old job that did about the same thing. Then I switched to Google Docs posting. Predates you. #
  • 14:06 @popefelix Srsly listen to your sane users. <3 #
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Blue-veined cream unscrolls before the twitching ink,
subtle curves and jagged patterns.
Lines trace history from side to side,
relentless, every way but forward.
Underground, there is a rumble
Rocks shifting as the world sleeps.
With pen on paper trace what could be words.
They can read between the lines, they with eyes to read.

Heart and soul submersed in city;
Home is driven deep in ancient glass.
Coffee-cup canary in a coalmine deep as death
Sing signals on your wires.
Jitter, catching, scratching,
dip your pen in poison laced with ink.
Mechanical Cassandra
Reading of the rocking, roiling earth.

O, seismometer, which of these foretells our doom?
Your hand adjusts the scales.
Write the spikes.
Which of us will wake the sleeping dragon?
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