July 9th, 2007

yule, gingerbread motherboard

Can it be Monday already?

Spoilers ahoy!

Collapse ) I'm not sure why this song stays in my head like it does, but it does, and it makes me smile, even though it's really not that happy of a song. In fact, it's potentially profoundly unhappy, but there's this line of faith and hope going through it that makes it so everything's going to work out all right in the end.

I slept well, and had a nice peaceful morning. I eventually went to work, and got two hours of paperwork slapped out of the way. When interrupted in the middle of a Monday, those same papers might take four hours. This way I can concentrate on the DB come tomorrow morning, and not the bloody paperwork. I might have stayed there far later, but JD got off work, and since I shouldn't stay past the supervisors on the floor, I took that as my cue to leave.

Darkside has another class. He won't have any free time for a few weeks yet. He hadn't heard about the planned move. I was surprised. We had a few nice minutes of conversation, including some dreadful puns. (It's a biology class. He said he was tired of staring at cells. I asked if that made him the warden or an inmate.)

There was karaoke. Randomized songs are scary.

I picked up hcolleen after picking up some groceries. In amusing contrast to the anti-peas theme of my life, frozen peas were one of the grocery elements.

Miss Hermione-cat is getting a little more accustomed to Ecchi-chan. There was brushing, and the cat whined about it but didn't actually insist on running away and hiding under something flattened to the wall.

I did laundry, and had a surreal encounter with a cute geekboy. He asked "What means 'interface'?" and I explained it. From his general phrasing and accent, I'm fairly sure it was an ESL question, rather than a non-geeky question.

I discovered that I am more behind on tagging than I thought I was. Woe! I also have a pending question from someone who does not know that suggestions is not like all other communities. I am tired. I'd like to stay up and keep working on that, but I need some bedtime now.
  • Current Music
    "Follow Me", Uncle Kracker (in my head)
running, bomb tech

2007.07.09 Sour Cherries

2007.07.09 Sour Cherries


Today's cherries are not finest-kind. Just thought you should know.


Well, if I leave it null, will it average? I don't think so. Hooray! I think it's time to experiment, yo. (That means gathering and uploading stuffs. Glee.)


Yay interruptions. Not.


OK, got the status stuff ironed out I hope. Pulling data. Like pulling teeths? No, pulling teeth is more expensive but shorter and less sheerly annoying. I had an overall good experience having my wisdom teeth out despite the ache afterward. I'm grateful like all fuckery that I don't have chronic pain. There is no painkiller that works on fucking data retrieval from a system that's not set up to get it right. Except maybe booze, but my family has a bad history with that and in any case drinking booze at work is severely frowned upon.


Training classes? This week? wtf? Oh, but I hate this fussy bloody paperwork.


Lady, why did you bring your kids to the job interview? Old Lady, just because you're old, it doesn't mean that you aren't still having body odor in Arizona. It does not smell fresh, either. Is your nose dead or something? Office Lady, sorry my documentation is making you tear your hair. I'm writing it very informally and putting my assumptions in it, and you're going through and taking care of screaming about those assumptions. I'm sure I'll hear you yelling from back here in my little space.


need to spring for paid account for note_to_cat. http://community.livejournal.com/caturday/372310.html

running, bomb tech

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There is a little exercise I have started doing when out in public and waiting at the plasma place. I look at all the people around me and see how beautiful they are. Not models, just gloriously human. It takes eyes that can see it, but I'm getting better. It transforms my day to look with those eyes.