October 11th, 2006

living room

Couchy Catswinger

My bed is a futon frame that's ordinarily topped with a rather boggling confection of bedding. Last night I decided to try it in couch mode for the first time ever.

First impression: "My futon needs some \/1@g|2a." The futon, after gods know how many years of use and abuse, slumps down the frame in the same way that the average geek cannot be persuaded to sit up straight while geeking out on the computer.

But. OMG. Couch. It's a cozy piece of furniture, and it has many useful uses, one of them being the courtship of the easily-unsettleable geekboy. Geekboy is not so comfortable about sitting on My Bed with me, though he's fine with me curled up very next to him on His Bed.

I slept on it last night as Couch, because I was not about to go through the hassle of putting it back to Bed. And, yay. One of the things I grew up preferring is being able to sleep in the corner against the wall, except the wall has to be padded. The search for this in regular-bedding involves a lot of pillows. There's something like an explosion going on around the couch now. The couch itself fulfilled that need of mine in sleep very, very nicely.

Yay, couch.
LJHS computer

My feedback to Y! on their current beta mail system:

Bandwidth hog. What is this trying to do, look like a fully-featured mail client using flash? I might even switch over to Thunderbird or something. That's what most of the cool geeks are using. I'd rather have fast functionality than animation and shine. When action in my other browser tabs is lagging due to something going on with my mail, I'm not going to keep it. I may have broadband, but I prefer the lightning load of dial-up friendly pages to something that doesn't do anything special and takes five seconds to load. If I'm already loading five movies to watch, why the hell do I want to wait to get my mail? Shiny but stupid concept.
running, bomb tech

(no subject)

I am making Schadenfreude Pie for my writing group. (Context is sufficient to warrant pie.)

customers_suck: "Jesus doesn't eat salad."

Geeks + The Register talking about call center sex = win.

Darkside's mom sent me an empty e-mail with the last e-mail I sent to him, cc:-ed to the two new e-mail addresses with the new ISP. Much ♥ for Darkside's mom, though I did disturb hcolleen when I freaked out upon recognizing the sender-name and subject line. (Displayed sender name was only her first name, and at first I was wondering if it were spam, but then I noticed that there was that little "I am in your address book" icon visible. So I realized who it had to be. And made incoherent noises.
phone, cordless phone

(no subject)

I am without a proper book at the plasma place. Epic saga where the writing interferes with the story is bad.
phone, cordless phone

(no subject)

The other book is a Christian romance that I will trade or ditch unread. The skim through says dull and sickly sweet.
phone, cordless phone

(no subject)

The policeman has a batbelt. I slept too late. I am just now about to be stuck. ETA to home 5:20pm.
phone, cordless phone

(no subject)

Any time he initiates communication in my direction is cause for glee. I do think it was his mom, so I appreciate it...
phone, cordless phone

(no subject)

His mom is a romantic and is personally familiar with geek courtship. Darkside's dad was a geekboy.