May 13th, 2005

pretty, Francine

A. Lunatic in Motion

How do you get a warm, pliable Lunatic who's more than happy to just dissolve into bed without argument? Well, yeah. But how do you get one of those with minimal effort on your part, and without needing to fuck her senseless so that she'll stay in bed after that? (Note: much of the time, sex makes me hyper.)

Equipment needed: one gym. One reasonably reliable source of music. One effective system of hair restraint. One reasonably comfortable outfit of clothing. One warm shower. Result? One warm, happy, tired Lunatic who will be more than happy to soak up backrubs following this.

I followed mamadeb over to fandom_fitness, and that should provide me with some impetus to keep this going after I start it. I really need to make an introductory post over there, methinks...


My impulse purchase of a headphone radio thingy some years back was a good one, if only I could figure out where that naughty little intermittent defect is to fix it, because it's highly annoying to have my music go out and need to box my own ears to turn it back on.

Also, I've discovered what I'm going to use that big-ass bottle of hair gel for, the icky blue stuff that's not even amusing. Hair restraint, anyone? Especially if I'm going to wash it out before it even has the chance to dry in...
  • Current Music
    Steely Dan -- "Do it Again" in my head
wank me a river, Enki

Yay for archiving. Sorta. I'll let you know what I get back.

http://www.furl.net will archive randomosity from off the 'net, both publicly and privately. It's actually a lot like a Certain Service That Shall Remain Nameless gone legit, actually, except crossed with a search engine so that when you archive fifty billion pages on dealing with chronic illness, all you have to do is type in "spoons" to the search, and you get the right one. And it looks like it's just the right tool for saving all those funky-ass links that you find on the friends-page but you don't have time to read at work, yet you don't want to make a big-ass bookmarks-to-read-at-home page without first screening them for "do they suck or not" or something.

I e-mailed the guru over there to see if they had any answers about the burning privacy question about whether or not it's permissible under their terms of service to publicly archive copyrighted material that was not publiclly available, especially without permission of the copyright holder. And I suggested that if there isn't such a clause, that they should put that one in there ASAP to avoid wankage. (Only I didn't say it quite like that. I think I said "immediately" instead of ASAP.)

I poked around on their search feature, and I found only one of my actual LJ posts on there, my observation last May on the role of the civilian in restraining the military's zeal, and having to make the decision that there are some prices for peace and security that are too high to pay, and that we have to tell the military this. That one was public, and it was very reasonable for someone to want to save that as an input to their brainspace that they'll want to remember where was. The site's legit, although they are affiliated with some sites with very shady spyware practices (the Lycos family, anyone? But then, Wired magazine's affiliated with them too, so there are some very good content things that have unfortunate bedfellows...) and it does not look to be a haven of trollage.

So. Another thing to check out, both to play with for good, because it does look nifty, and to monitor lest some asshat do an asshatted thing with it.
  • Current Mood
    tired tired
exhausted, tired, Azzsleep

Things about today (so far):

Popcorn + chili powder = OTP.

Exits that are marked retrospectively are BAD, mkay?

Being on time for airplane flights, however, is good.

V made it to the airport all right, no thanks to my slightly questionable exit-spotting skills, and very much thanks to her own being on the ball. She'd had to go back to pack up stuff she'd meant to bring but forgot to pack, you see, cutting into her comfortable cushion of spare time.

The UPS guy knocks fucking loudly. He'd thought that he recognized the name.

I'm still able to sign my name when my hands are shaking because of the adrenalin rush from being woken by pounding on the door.

My experience in driving Sis to work while her car was under repair in November has me functional on the freeways headed home from the general direction of the airport.

Someone needs to decide on a showtime for that movie that we're seeing that's got Mr. "I act better when I have a bow & arrow, honest" in it and let me know...
  • Current Music
    alarm clock, ow my ears
running, bomb tech

Oh boy, what a day.

So far:

Zombified at the start from lack of brains and/or
sleep. Stressy College Chick Shift Ops Super MIA due
to graduation; Phone Call In Shift Ops Super due in
Any Time Now; my hair is pulling a Dilbert.

The phone is ringing off the hook, also. Is it a full
moon or something?
Oh, yeah. Friday the 13th.

On top of it all, I've got bloody cramps, and this
makes me irritable.

On the plus side: carsitting. Also on the plus side:
sharing a shift with Figment. Also also on the plus
side: it's an interesting day. Also also also: a nice
cool can of Pitch Black Dew. (Again, left over from
gods know when.)

Oh, and my computer's having errors.