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  • Dec. 7th, 2009 at 1:25 AM
catch me if I fall . . ., R.E.M.
Friday the 27th featured a lot of testing and not much Twitter content; that was because I was all up in Support/Suggestions/Docs sorts of stuff.

Saturday the 28th was mostly taken with feeling miserable. This led to sleeping most of the day.

Sunday the 29th I spent a good deal of time summing up my life so far. My clock started doing weird things.

By Monday the 30th I had got on a fanfiction kick. Then note_to_cat hit the spotlight, and someone pointed out the flood. I got into bailing mode. My poor cousin discovered that someone had defaced his car. :( I called my parents.

And so we enter December.

December 01, Tuesday: I did not win NaNo this year. Not even close. Comm volume stayed high. I have yet to fully articulate my thoughts about Twilight (mostly, I don't like it, though I like the characterization a lot) and the last group of people I should talk to about it without fully articulated thoughts are thoughtful people who I like and respect who also like it, particularly given that I neither like nor respect the phenomenon it's become. Then I started hallucinating my phone's ringtone.

Wednesday, I wound up with a job interview. Unfortunately, the job interview I showed up for was ... not the job they were hiring for. When someone advertises in Craigslist for customer service jobs, in the customer service section, one specifies the job environment if one is not in a sort of indoor type location. It was in fact an outdoor type of job. (They later emailed back saying lolno, which was what the interviewer and I agreed upon.)

And that brings us up to the thing where I found myself heading merrily off with my aunt.


Next up, more sleep for me, and more about chicken camp.

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  • Dec. 6th, 2009 at 11:55 PM
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  • Sunday, 0600: Someone in #lj_s earwormed me with Tenacious D. TEAMWORK.
  • Sunday, 0603: @MaudHughes No. (Don't bother to reply; you're blocked. Those things cause spammy behavior. Don't use those 'get followers' scams.)
  • Sunday, 0605: @semanticist My head is now trying to rewrite "common people" into "lizard people" and it's stuck on "I want to sleep with lizard people"
  • Sunday, 0608: @tajasel They are. (I put some disambiguation into the Common Jargon page a week or two ago, since there was so much snark around Open Beta)
  • Sunday, 0609: I WANT TO SLEEP WITH LIZARD PEOPLE
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  • Dec. 5th, 2009 at 11:55 PM
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  • Dec. 4th, 2009 at 11:55 PM
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  • Friday, 0105: I dropped my sandwich. Now one leg smells appealingly (or appallingly, take your pick) of mustard. The other one is still scraped from boat.
  • Friday, 0113: so between yesterday and today I had maybe a half-hour of sleep. Now time to crash before camp in the morning!
  • Friday, 0126: Amazingly, was not suspicious on sight of my sister's paramour as I thought I would be given that I trust no one.
  • Friday, 0129: Dear hotel front desk, @zarhooie is not a phone sex operator despite calling at obscene hours and being all sexy. K?
  • Friday, 0804: Discovered that the network sign in at the hotel needs to be periodically renewed and in IE. Not a happy camper that I took so long to fix
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still too tired for a more detailed update

  • Dec. 4th, 2009 at 9:16 PM
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Wednesday, went to an interview that I had thought was for an office job (possibly telemarketing). Turned out to have massive Craigslist fail and was in fact for a door-to-door outreach to existing customers; they'd listed it in Customer Service and hadn't mentioned the door-to-door part. Finished packing. Didn't sleep.

Got picked up by uncle and aunt. Hopped on plane with aunt. Napped a very little bit on the plane but then I was all wound up after they came through with the juice and dried cranberries. (Uncle said to return anything with prayers on it explaining that we're atheists. (I'm pagan, actually. (Fortunately this pronouncement didn't come into play as I don't think I got prayed at on my napkins or whatever.)))

Landed Seattle. Social ensued, in the form of Fairlight & Tay et al. Met Tay's consort, finally (they have been together some years). By this time I was not much good for anything and may in fact have completely stopped making sense, the 24 hours awake mark having been passed some time ago. Tay made me coffee with non-lactose milk; I had two cups. There was park and picnic AND PIE!!!, then Trader Joe's. At length there was car. [see [info] tiferet93's profile if certain elements of this paragraph make you look at me in vague or not so vague alarm.]

Drove in the general direction of Sequim (pronounced Squim, btw), as narrated by Riddle. The best route included a ferry. This was about 1600hrs on Thursday, which marked 31+ hours awake. Thus the sudden explosion of Twitter and text messages re: my being ON A BOAT MOTHERFUCKER DON'T YOU EVER FORGET.

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We each get to work with 2 loaner chickens. The chickens are mostly rescues, and are mostly running unnamed. She is a middle-aged white leghorn who used to be a battery farm hen. She is fluffy and light and stuff. (She also looks like she has a bit of a wing injury from some of the staining on her feathers.) At first she was reluctant to be fed but she got over that; she's getting better about being held too. The second is a brown leghorn hen, who has beautiful layered golden stripey hackles. I have dubbed her "Piper", because I caught myself calling her "honey" (endearment, not name) and thinking she had honey-colored hair. (TOS fans, plz commence your ROTFLMAO now.)

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Had dinner with aunt at http://www.alderwoodbistro.com/ (trio of cheese & Wascally Wabbit (special) (shared); simple salad & pear & blue; chicken saltimbocca (shared); creme brulee (shared)).

I was falling half asleep three hours ago. If anything important happens, you know where to find me; if it's note_to_cat, look at the maintainers list for someone who is not me or a legacy personality fork of me.

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  • Dec. 3rd, 2009 at 11:55 PM
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  • Dec. 2nd, 2009 at 11:55 PM
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Job search progresses.

  • Dec. 2nd, 2009 at 11:13 PM
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Good news: got an interview today. Bad news: the job I thought I was interviewing for and the job they thought I was interviewing for were totally different. Good news: the guy promised to try to make their Craigslist listings a little more actually informative. Better news: he's keeping me on file for when they need admins and not door-to-door existing customer outreach.

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  • Dec. 1st, 2009 at 11:55 PM
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Thanksgiving and its environs

  • Nov. 30th, 2009 at 11:56 PM
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( Wednesday and cranberries. )

Also, how Vulcans say "Your Mom"? "Your maternal parent's logic is so frequently in such fundamental error that they have named a fallacy for her." I was giggling all the way home with that and shared it with Twitter first thing.

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My aunt has somewhat of an ongoing feud with the cooking of turkeys. This time, the turkey presumably was thawed, and she and my cousin set to, making a simply enormous bowl of stuffing from cornbread, pecans, some of my cranberries, and other interesting things. Including sweet potatoes! Peeling the sweet potatoes was evidently hilarious to my cousin, in the way that root vegetables sometimes are. ("At least it's not ginger!") Deacon did not get any sweet potato. The internet was cooking. Seanan, true to form, had exploding things. I was tasked to look up turkey cooking times. The stuff I finally found said that it would be four and a half to five and a quarter hours. This disagreed with what was on the turkey packaging, which said it would be about an hour to an hour and a half less. I felt that I was correct.

Mama called. Everybody talked to everybody, and a good time was had. Mama was calling before they headed out to the place of the family friends that we do holidays with, this year at my Virtual Aunt's place rather than Virtual Grandma's. I really do need to call them more often.

It was then time to stuff the turkey. "Turkey fisting time!" I proclaimed, much to my aunt's disgust. My cousin made an entirely-too-accurate fist. There was too much stuffing to fit in the turkey, which was fairly well expected from such a big bowl of it. Suddenly the oven seemed a bit too small.

Instead of doing something like raising the rack and slipping the stuffing under the turkey somewhere, my aunt put it on top. I don't mean put it on the rack above. No. I mean, she balanced the pan of stuffing very carefully on top of the bird itself. I boggled. My cousin boggled. My uncle boggled. Twitter and IRC boggled. My best friend, when I told him about it after the fact, boggled.

The afternoon progressed with mashing of potatoes and stewing of cranberries and swearing at cranberries and OMG PIE.

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My aunt is convinced that I'm nuts.

Not quite four hours after we'd put the turkey in, the alarm on the temperature probe went off. My aunt checked a number of locations around the bird and found that all was well. The stuffing had not fallen off the top of the turkey in the baking process, nor had anything caught fire. We cheered. The pies rolled on.

One thing led to another, and shortly we found that we were running short on time. Grandma's ancient recipe for pumpkin pie hadn't thought to document the oven heat, nor the time. "You should call Mama," my aunt said. "She would know." My aunt persists in believing my mother walks on water. "Mama said they were going to Virtual Aunt's for Thanksgiving," I recalled. "Um. Hmm." I grabbed my netbook and scrambled for some internet. The internet gave me exactly what I needed, and soon I was dialing Alaska. ...And redialing, as I'd used the wrong prefix. Someone in 479 may have gotten a half-second of ring before I realized that I'd needed to dial 455 instead. My Virtual Aunt answered, and between her ("Let me get your mom."), Mama ("I usually look on the can. If I were home I'd have a can.") and Virtual Grandma ("350. An hour at 350, or until it's done.") we got our answer.

My aunt got the pie in the oven and we zoomed off to get the boys, realizing on our way out the door that we had no whipped cream or anything. Emergency phone call ensued. It was a quarter to six, and the Safeway closest to them was closing at six. The boys grabbed their whipped cream, though, and we went on a quick scavenger hunt in the wilds of downtown Pacifica in search of ice cream. My Safeway had closed. The new Walgreens had closed. The 7-11 was still open, though, and two pints of Ben & Jerry's ensued (vanilla and crème brûlée).

There was no gravy, as we'd forgotten this in the shuffle. Oh well! Many hands helped put the salad together. My aunt started slicing the turkey. "Uh... does this look done?"

No. No, it did not look done. It looked almost done. Hooray for the microwave oven. "I don't understand it!" my aunt said. "It was all the way up to temperature. How could it be up to temperature but not be done?"

"You did have that big pan of stuffing ON TOP of it," I pointed out. I totally blame the stuffing. But a turn or two in the microwave got the turkey tasting fully cooked, and there was plenty of salad, and life was good.


I am thankful for my health, my family, and the internet. I am thankful for all the advantages I have. I am thankful for the ocean and the wind and the air. I am thankful for my creativity and skill with words. I am thankful for my best friend. I am thankful for all the wonderful forms of communication that make it possible to maintain a regular schedule of communications with a reticent man more than seven hundred miles away from me, and with all my other wonderful friends around the world, especially including MissKat. I am thankful to have local friends. I am thankful for LiveJournal, and also for Dreamwidth. I am thankful for safe water and fresh food. I am thankful for glasses, for electricity, for Google Reader and YouTube and the time to waste on it. I am thankful for my dear, dear [info]suggestions. I am thankful to have the experience of $DEITY, and the wisdom to know the difference between things I can attempt to prove scientifically, and the things that are mine to believe without evidence because it pleases me to do so, and the ability to make harmony between them. I am thankful for having been taught to think and observe from a very young age, and I am thankful for having the brain that can take advantage of those lessons. I am thankful for so many things.I am thankful I can read.


We eventually rounded out the evening with some Balderdash. My aunt won. We took JD and Ryan home, and my aunt dropped me off. And that was Thanksgiving.

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  • Nov. 30th, 2009 at 11:55 PM
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In which lemonade is hard.

  • Nov. 30th, 2009 at 1:20 PM
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The Twitter reports for Sunday the 22nd show that there were things going on in my head, but not much that can be tidily summarized. [info - community] beginningcocks has lessons for us all. And after I got off the phone with MissKat, my brain started shouting "MIKE'S HARD LEMONADE, HARD HARD LEMONADE" at me. Context is for the weak.

This was a major feature of Monday the 23rd too, along with a notable internet outage, compounded by Weird Page-Breaking Shit on my friends page, which resulted in the page whitescreening at ?skip=60 and ?skip=260 if you were me. I was supposed to go hang out with both aunts (Aunt-Fayoumis had driven in) but I lost track of time. Then there was Dinner with Emma, and All Was Good. There was booze. There was good company. I got introduced to True Blood, which is fascinating. I could develop a fannishness.

I still have pronounced ideas about what, actually, I would like for a Dream Wedding. It's a pity the Best Friend and I aren't actually compatible, as we have similar concepts in awesome for weddings. I'm not exactly sure who it was who was going to point out that perhaps some otherwise-excellent people might think the concept of the Imperial March as processional would be awesome, but who would have People who would think it was Not Awesome, but then they realized that day-to-day life with me would not exactly be free of such things, and therefore if they could be scared off by my wedding plans, they'd likely be scared off by me. It may have been [info - personal] fairlight via Twitter, it may not have been.

Tuesday the 24th ensued, with a walk with JD and both aunts. We talked Thanksgiving plans. Aunt-Fayoumis will be retiring around the end of the year, and they won't be replacing her for budgetary reasons. She runs a supply room at a college. We were sad for the budget. We wound up walking down pretty far, and by the time we realized that oh, it was getting late and the park would be closing soon, it was sunset, with the sun actively setting. Most of us, except for Guide Dog Aunt, saw the green flash! It is ... really not all that green. Just so you know. From the way people talk about it, I was expecting some hugely dramatic instantaneous corona around the sinking sun, flashing green through the air, and only people who are not blinking in that instant will see it. Nope. Instead, you have to be looking right at the bright part of the sinking sun, and just in the few seconds while it is but a silver of light sinking into the horizon, the bright white (this bright light white) part at the center turns green, with darker green edges instead of orange, like someone took your sunset and manipulated the sun in Photoshop. It's still gloriously striking, and lovely, but it's not what I was expecting.

We then went back for dinner and movies. We watched Yes Man and Death at a Funeral. My aunt would like to try DDR sometime. My cousins were not too appreciative of this ambition the last time that they and she were in the vicinity of a DDR machine. JD expressed his total willingness to do DDR with my aunt, as he is unrelated to her and therefore immune from OMG MY MOM IS DOING DDR embarrassment. I liked Death at a Funeral better, even though there is embarrassment squick and immense OH NO THEY DIDN'T, which is more the nature of the setup with the People Behaving Badly than it is necessarily *Fail on the part of the writers. Though I was peering closely at their list of Acceptable Targets.

MissKat pointed me at "Amazing Horse" some time ago, and it has taken on the same sort of importance in our discourse that "I'm On A Boat" once had, and "Spanky! Spanky!" had with certain elements of Support. This means that we shout out-of-context lines at each other (over the phone, in text, on Twitter, in DW and LJ, in IRC) and find it hilarious. We have expanded the hilarity to include (for reasons that made sense at the time and probably make more sense if you consider the cast of Circle of Fire) Mike's Hard Lemonade. (No, fingers, this is not "Mike's Hard Demonade.)

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  • Nov. 29th, 2009 at 11:55 PM
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My life gets away from me again!

  • Nov. 29th, 2009 at 7:08 AM
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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 [info]waldorph's lovely series: http://waldorph.livejournal.com/108982.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. [info - personal] 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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  • Nov. 28th, 2009 at 11:55 PM
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  • Nov. 27th, 2009 at 7:43 PM
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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.)

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  • Nov. 27th, 2009 at 10:43 AM
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Following spammers back to their lairs. If [info]iomega2009 is operated by Iomega, they've got some 'splaining to do.

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  • Nov. 27th, 2009 at 10:07 AM
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Black labs have these sharp pointed nasty guard hairs that get stuck in people's feet.

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