February 27th, 2004

running, bomb tech

LJ past meme

If you've had LJ for over a year, look back to one year ago today and link back to and quote from your entries of that day.

If you have more than one year, go back for the same day for each past year and quote for them as well.

If you've had LJ for under a year, quote from the first month you had LJ and then halfway through the time you've had it.

Heh, heh...

2003:
[03:07] sithjawa: But no man is an island and all that :)
[03:07] azurelunatic: Yeah.
[03:08] azurelunatic: But he's used to being a very skinny peninsula.

2002:
Well, I get to see his groin -- seven years too late.

Back at camp in 1995, a friend of mine and I had a crush on the most awesomely gorgeous guy in the world. He was taken, of course, but he didn't mind our adoration.

Chatting with his g/f now. Cool. She reminds me of another g/f of his, years ago. Both nice women.

I think I'll like Dee.


Wow. Not only am I more stable, I'm a lot more stable. I was doing fairly well in 2003, but I was still a mess in 2002. What it took to un-mess me was being friends with someone who would trigger all my issues, one or two at a time, and would then calm me down until I just didn't trigger on those things anymore. And that takes time. Note to self: for archival purposes, please put the goddamn issue that you triggered on in a protected post of some sort.
running, bomb tech

Black Magician Test

The Git'ard Evil Muthafucka Black Magician Test
My score's about in the 20s or 30s, depending on how many Terry Pratchett books I actually do own. (Since I went through a "Must collect books!" phase with him as one of the target authors, this is quite a few.) I lost major points for still being on speaking terms with all the relatives I know.
running, bomb tech

On Orson Scott Card's take on marriage

1) Didn't you see this coming? In one of his latest books, the hammer that he hit people over the head with was that the meaning of life, the sole mission in life that people have, is to have babies. Not to educate children, not to take care of children so much, but to have babies. He got removed from my buy-on-sight list for this; he's read-first-then-buy-if-appropriate.

2) I skimmed the first page of his essay/rant thing, and decided that for the peace of my soul, I was not reading any more of it. Not because I was afraid it would convince me that he is Right and I am Wrong, but because I know enough to avoid material that will anger me to no good end.

3) Az-the-Elder has a very good essay/rant/open letter, well-reasoned and not particularly flamy, speaking from experience on what happens when a homosexual man and a heterosexual woman get "married", and why this is a bad idea.

4) I feel very strongly that sometimes divorce is necessary. I also feel that many divorces could be prevented by making a marriage more difficult to obtain, and that education on the fact that it takes more than just blind love to keep a marriage together is necessary. Some people may pick up the skills that it takes to keep a marriage together directly from the blind love stage without education, or have them without knowing that they have them, but people relying on love and love alone to keep them together are, for the most part, in deep trouble.

5) I think that in most cases, it takes more than one person to raise a child. These people need not be in a marital or romantic relationship with each other, but must all be devoted to doing their best to raise the child. Pressuring someone who is unprepared and unwilling to take on the responsibility of a child to become responsible for a child may result in them becoming responsible, or may more likely result in them becoming bitter and resentful of the situation. If someone engenders and then abandons a child, and is unwilling to wholeheartedly devote themselves to the day-to-day well-being of the child, then they should not be pressured to spend time with that child as a caregiver. A caregiver who resents the situation will probably resent the child, and a resentful caregiver is not a healthy person to have raising a child. Someone who engenders and abandons a child should be pressured to provide financial support for the child and another caregiver in their stead. No amount of financial support can replace a willing full-time long-term caregiver, but financial support can aid in finding a replacement. Someone who is unprepared to care for a child, but is willing to do their best and learn how to do a good job of it should be given support and education in how to do it better, and should not be forced to do it alone. It is not necessary for a long-term caregiver to be genetically related to a child to be a good caregiver for it; it is advisable that a caregiver be long-term to best know the child to raise it.

6) Long-term caregivers of a child need not be of opposite sexes in order to provide a child with a wide enough experience of people in order to function well in the world. A child should be exposed to more adults than just their long-term caregivers on a regular basis, and a child should have playmates with diverse interests as well as common interests. The broader the array of cultures and people a child is exposed to on a regular basis, the better adapted they will be to function in the adult world. The media (television, movies, books, newspapers) is not an effective subsititute for regular diverse human contact, but is better than isolation. Allowing a child contact only with people who hold one specific viewpoint on the world does not serve a child well, because the child generally does not become prepared to deal with people who do not think in the same way.
pretty, Francine

Work and other forms of happiness.

Woke up somewhat after eight before the alarm clock. Looked at the alarm clock, felt the body, noticed the allergy attack. Said, "Fuck this shit," reset the alarm clock for noon, hopped on the computer for a bit, then went back to sleep.

Woke up, realized that I was getting low on clothes (just because it all matches doesn't mean that I don't have to wash laundry from time to time) and calculated that I had just enough time to do it if I scurried. I scurried.

Went to work. Got rounded up, ushered into the briefing room, and trained on a new survey I'd never done before. There was a lot of sit-and-wait. We went off and finally started on it an hour after work started, and no sooner were we on the phones than the supervisor came around again, and rounded us all back up again to make corrections to the briefing. This is a completely new job, it seems.

I wound up getting two surveys, one of which seemed to be cRon's archetypical Old Lady. (My former C++ professor cRon [he's a character, you see...] had a little game to help keep good programming standards: our class was a software company, and we were designing a program for this 80 year old lady. Bright, but not used to computers, and frail -- if she were startled, she could have a heart attack. It was our job to write software that would not kill the old lady.) She was 80, at any rate, and had just gotten a new computer and had not yet gotten it all hooked up.

There are too few tables in the lunchroom. I discovered this when dustraven and trystan_laryssa and I all tried to sit down together. It was like magic -- all the good spots go POOF! and disappear, and then there are only a few chairs left at tables with loud people who don't want to talk to you as much as you don't want to talk to them. trystan_laryssa and dustraven are, naturally, gamers. This makes perfect sense. I'm always friends with gamers, even though I'm actually not a gamer. Maybe they will actually get along with the elusive Darkside!

Discovered in the bathroom mirror at work that I seem to have gotten hotter since my last incarnation at this workplace. (The bathroom is still small, crowded, poorly designed, with leaky sinks. It now features sinks that don't leave the water running long enough to wash hands, and toilets that don't flush long enough to dispose of what they're supposed to dispose of. Gee. It's just like I left for two years and things went downhill in my absence.) I always look better with longer hair, and today I left it down instead of scraping it back in the ponytail that is more convenient and leaves it neater. Much to my quasi-surprise, it pretends to be somewhat neat by clumping into long wave/curl things instead of evil snarls. I also put on lipstick. I am t3h h0t! This was established when the ex-con who used to work there back in the day before he got in trouble started chatting me up. This despite the all-black and the (rather obvious) silver star necklace. (Earlier I'd overheard said fellow inquiring as to whether the girl in the booth next to mine was of the fandom of the book that TPotC was based on, and many people who wish to pimp out that fandom to others don't take well to those of us who wear the five-pointed star.)

We were all rounded up again at eight and ushered back into the briefing room, were we got told that we had done a good job, had even gotten over quota for the day on the surveys, had we any questions or suggestions, and whooee, we can go now. The supervisor was happy. I pointed out a typo or two. I think if I'm on that job again I'll hunt down the rest of them and flag them in the faces of The Powers that Be.

Got home and waffled for a bit about going out and getting myself some orange chicken, but decided against it, with the help of the clock. Instead, I massacred half an onion with mushrooms and other stuff for a turkey burger. Sadly, we were out of bread, so I made some. Well, am making some. It's still baking. But mushrooms and onions are some of the best things in the world. Yay! In the un-yay department, there are still clean dishes waiting to be put away. I suppose I shall have to treat certain parties as if they are six years old until dishes start to be put away on a regular basis.