January 4th, 2008

running, bomb tech

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lady_angelina, I immediately thought of you: http://www.cybermoonstudios.com/PhoenixBoot.html

http://www.yuletidetreasure.org/archive/49/realizations.html -- nsfw, Ari.


Today one of my co-workers hopefully learned that you do NOT touch me, and especially do not touch me roughly, when I am not expecting it (cannot see it or am concentrating too hard to see). I was on the phone, and I don't think I bobbled, but I was distracted, and fight-or-flight is not a good thing to have in the workplace. Not at all. I made frantic "oh no do not do that the fuck again, woman" gestures at her, and when I do have a moment I will apologize for flailing at her but NO. Pagan Dude got away with poking me in the ribs because he is him, and has jumped a few levels on the trust scale. Not other people on the team.

People can touch me, but there's a hierarchy of who's allowed to touch where and when. If I don't know you, you should be in visual range and have made eye contact, and touch only my hand or forearm. Acquaintances should have at least passed through my visual range, and that tap-the-opposite-shoulder thing is getting old enough that it's almost a shoving offense. (People can tap me from behind, but I don't prefer that.) I am a wacky combination of highly socialized introvert, with bonus snuggle fiend requirements. I really do need a decent amount of hugging, but I don't seem to have particularly many friends I can lean upon on a regular basis. I've developed more complex layers of guardedness, which leads to being stiff and less huggable in general. Many of the people who would volunteer to hug are more than welcome to do so ... except there are those, inevitably, who would volunteer but I'm really not hugging-close to, and some people would take the news of that well and some would take it poorly, and sometimes I just prefer to circumvent the drama by not playing the "oh woe I am hug-deprived won't someone hug me -- but not you, or you, or you!" game.
internet, eyespork

jukebox jamboree

Years ago, someone signed off somewhere with the song "All Eyes On Me" as their closing line. I ran into that again the other day, and since then I've had "Can't Take My Eyes off of You" in my head. I think it's twisted.

I am far too easily earwormed of late. Someone said "That'll keep you going", and I had my head automatically complete it: "...through the show; come on, it's time to go ... " and then the mere word "potential" gets me earwormed with the Killers. My head is doing too much indexing right now, and that's what shows for it.
phone, cordless phone

TGIF.

http://mistful.livejournal.com/tag/quality+of+mercy
http://xkcd.com/366/ -- this one is one that I must link W Neighbor to on Sunday.
http://www.cogitamusblog.com/2008/01/the-gop-primary.html -- Buffy villains.
http://community.livejournal.com/hd_holidays/101848.html
http://www.yuletidetreasure.org/archive/54/operationfree.html -- someone at MacDonald Hall is having sex!
http://www.greatestjournal.com/community/news/100462.html -- GJ looks like it's going very down. My sympathies to those affected. (It would be impolite to disclose in public my feelings toward those who have been tinhattedly insisting that GJ is better than LJ and making a drama-fuss over that point.)
Life of a Mary Sue -- song with subtitles. I like that trend in music.
http://www.thepittsburghchannel.com/news/14973724/detail.html -- it's raining iguanas!
http://mimi-na.deviantart.com/art/Commission-Alice-Healy-73703382 -- if you want to see what Alice Healy looks like as a Disney Princess, this is your chance.
http://scoradh.livejournal.com/123296.html -- reading this.

So what's the big dance event in chip fabrication high school? EEPROM, of course.


Today features a rather lot of random cleaning. I let the cats run free for a while, since I was here to keep an eye out. I closed up hcolleen's room, because Her Nibs is sometimes in a destructive mood. Mostly she was creeping, crouching, and lounging, though. The experiment in Online Finance seems to have succeeded. I have another brilliant idea, though that sounds as if it should be best tested first.

I need to get some curtain rods and assorted hardware, because I upturned the curtains that wound up being for my room. Then I can ask for some help putting them up, because I'm not particularly handy at all.
huggy rock, fluorite

A Care and Feeding Q&A:

1. How can I tell if you are angry? Level one angry: I glare, glower, strut and rant, snap, and make a lot of unnecessary noise. Level two angry: my face goes white, my ears go back, everything I say comes out low and controlled, my lips tense up, and I am really trying very hard not to lose control and go into... Level three angry: berserker rage. I know that when I'm very very angry, I do very stupid things. The past several years have been better, and I haven't gotten into any situations where I've felt that I've been in danger of snapping violently, but I know I have the capability to go all Mark Vorkosigan if I am pushed far enough.

Most of the time when something irritates me, I don't even make it into angry. I'm merely irritated or annoyed, and I scowl and complain a lot.


2. How should I behave around you while you are angry? Don't try to calm me down, you'll likely only make me madder. Collapse )
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