August 23rd, 2006

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A nice peaceful start to a few days off!

The kitchen is a spawn point for dirty dishes. Also, the altar should be added to the flylady sink list.

How to throw a large room party at a science fiction convention, by Making Light

I have eyes that react way fast to light, the plasma lady said. Go, me. She didn't have to have her flashlight in my eye for too long. I also have nice clean ears. (She's had to look at some very gross ones from time to time.)

One of the failsafe methods of making me go all lustful is to remind me of Darkside's neck.

Geoffrey Chaucer Hath a Blog: Serpentes on a Shippe! (Spoylerez!!!) "...which maketh serpentes to freke the helle oute and starte juste bitinge eny oon thei see."

Cramps-share-the-pain discussion at metaquotes.

cadhla on Dating and the Modern Geek.

A new one on me for the anti-tech-savvy: try sticking the squared-off end of your USB cable into the phone jack and then complain that your computer won't connect to the 'net! (Context is locked anyway.) At least it's better than the tech support horror story that makes the rounds about the person who whittled down an RJ-45 plug to fit an RJ-11 socket. (Ow.)

Soup with toast is one of the nice things in life.

My elder clone got married to her long-time boyfriend! They've been living together like forever, they have a batch of kids, and they finally made it official. Work is thrilled to pieces for them. I'll have to hunt up/put together an appropriate little present.

Making Light: "Oh yes, the best way to deal with suspected binary liquid explosives!"

Yarn hardware hack! (That is to say, "illusion knitting"...)
work, headset, nerf bat, working

LJ, where we blog about the color of our underwear

Of interest to the Academy: Jedi Mind Trick.

Things about work: Work got to hear me geeking out in action. It was me vs. the database and the long, long, LONG e-mail to Management about what I want to do with it to make things work right. It's nice when a whole lot of policies will automatically fix themselves with simply enforcing one little thing. I wound up getting someone else who had access to the one system log in and get me a chunk of data I needed, which I then uploaded to the DB. Huge little chunk of data. Hurts thinking about it.

Grandma Cinderella Supervisor wanted to know when I was coming back to the team, and if I was coming back or if she'd have to snag someone and train them up. I assured her that I would be when this was all done with -- and then got to thinking about it.

Aside from the friendslocked voice post issue that I've been thinking about, I really am better with computers and writing and analysis than I am with dealing with people in a supervisory capacity. And I got back with Grandma Cinderella, and I told her that I'd been thinking more deeply about it, and when it came right down to brass tacks, I do like computers better than I like interviewers, so if I am offered a place in the back somewhere, or full-time in training/ranking, then I'll jump for it.

She appreciated that I'd put thought into it, and said that she thought that I'd make an excellent assistant for Management. She went on, thinking that they could open up the cubicle that used to belong to the manager that got the Queen Bee's desk... of course, how likely is that all to happen? But it sounds like it would be a whole lot of interesting! And I am very good at being useful and all secretarial and stuff. When I was younger, my dream job was being a secretary. (Someone else is running the scene, and when that someone else knows what they are doing, that is ideal for a submissive. And then you have a whole lot of stuff to do to keep things busy and running smoothly, and everyone sees you and knows how important you are to the smooth functioning of it all, and appreciates you, and you get to smile and make things happen and make everybody happy.) It still wouldn't be too bad, provided I had something interesting to do.

The machine back in the training room is shite. Snarky Lady says that Turbo will be changing that, but I snagged a computer out in the bullpen and worked out there. It felt strangely naked. I enjoyed being back out there, though.

My bullpen cohorts got exposed to the strangeness that is me in full geek mode for the first time in a row. Homie G was a little weirded out, especially the parts where I was talking to myself and the computer, and alternately crooning sweet things to the machine and crooning delicate little threats to the machine. Things like "oooo, you're so sweet, I'm going to reprogram you with a machete, yes I am! Oooooo..."

The disturbing eventually got so bad that he just said that I should let them know if I was saying anything that needed a response. It didn't, not really. But I got things started in a good direction. Next thing to do is work on quarter stuff, and then work on getting things automated.

I've been all happy-singy-in-love lately. It goes in bits and fits and starts, but it's always nice when I can have good geeking sessions with my best friend in this or any universe. (I could search several more universes, and I still don't think I'd find a better best friend, even though the one I've got has ... erm ... derangements.) It makes me dance and smile and stuff.

I wore my purple top overtop of my top today (Light cotton V-neck sweater, in black, with a long-sleeved purple jacket/vest with one button at the front on top of the black sweater) and my hair up in a claw-clasp. My stockings were blue, as that was what came out of the sock bin first. I was fielding compliments all day long about how that was really one of my colors, it looked so good on me, I should do this more often.

The last one of the day came from one fellow on $OTHER_SIDE_JOB, an older man with salt-and-pepper hair and a mustache, who sometimes wears a magenta polo shirt and always gets extra females even when Trendy Chick tells him that females are closed. He mentioned how I should wear color more often.

"Most of the time when I wear color, no one else ever gets to see it," I mentioned.

He always has to have the last word, but that situation defied any of the last words he was thinking of. He stammered something and jetted out of there fast, before anyone could say anything else.

My fellow supervisors in the bullpen started cracking up almost so hard they fell off the chairs. It's not every day that one sees Magenta Polo Shirt Guy at a complete loss for words.

Though it was rather late for it, I adopted a tone of injured innocence. "I could have been talking about my days off!" I protested, and pointed out that I do own at least one pink shirt. My co-workers allowed as how that was so...

It probably would have been too distressing to all of us to point out that my underpants matched the shirt and shoes that $OTHER_SIDE_JOB Supervisor (the Pink Lady, only today she was wearing screaming chartreuse) was wearing. So I didn't say that to them.
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Little bits of happiness!

A meme I can get behind: when you see this, post some Shakespeare (or if you've had enough of that already, your favorite poet).

That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she brought me up,
I likewise give her most humble thanks: but that I will have
a recheat winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible
baldrick, all women shall pardon me: Because, I will not do them
the wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself the right to trust
none; and the fine is (for the which I may go the finer,) I will
live a bachelor.
Much Ado About Nothing, I i.

I went and changed the penny collection to something far more useful. Hooray nicely rolled pennies!

One thing I used to do: keep a change purse, three-compartment. Pennies in one, larger change in another, and exact bus fare in the third. Phoenix busses take pennies, and it's an excellent way of shedding them five to ten at a time.

The Ethics of Manipulation
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Admitted my plan for November: write a romance novel, attempt to get it published, so that I can do something with a book that doesn't so much matter to me, not like that. And romance is possibly easier to break into. Then, once I've built my confidence up, I can try something with something I care about. (If I get an initial rejection on something I totally love, I'll probably shrink back. If I'm steeled for it, I'll be OK. And I'm willing to chance this.)

The cat burglar is jumping novels here. The cat-burglar has a jewelry fetish. Toni's cat! It's all because of Doreen.

Eee, M vs hcolleen (on formatting, viewpoint, context) can lead to massive, massive miscommunication boom. Hooray for everyone trying to working it all out? All's well that ends well, and I really need to improve my interpersonal "um, can we slow down and communicate, people-this-means-you-M?" skills.

I did not know that Mary was taking Nick to Denny's. Nick's water order is the same as V's. hehe.

Two new people tonight. They're fitting in nicely. (7:58)