January 28th, 2008

tea

Monday (not so manic)

Lead-brained.

Work was work. Had too much coffee, I think. Didn't get as many calls in as I would have liked, but it was not shabby either. Sales goals for a single day were met; sales goals for a double day were not exactly met, but the minimum was well-passed. There was green. There was much green. There was enough green that several of us stayed late with our supervisor's blessing.

I seem to be turning into a go-to person on the topic of the work1 support boards. Not entirely sure why. Perhaps the fact that I do something like this for fun? Perhaps the fact that I think it's fun? Perhaps the fact that I'm confident and comfortable with it?

I am Alaskan. This means that I can pronounce the word "cache" correctly. Hint: it's not "cash-ay".

Came home, hauled boxes up from the car; hauled trash down to the bins. Ignored the laundry sitting in state on my floor. Got ten touches this evening, hooray. Got a bug report in on that fun little OpenID tidbit. (Loony's First Bug Report!) Managed to hit 50 (!!) on freerice.com's new-as-of-January word pack. (Without cheating. Just me, my fuzzy memory of Latin and Greek roots, my extensive reading experience, and my reasonable knack for remembering new words. It's harder without context, let me tell you. No dictionary.)

There was a shower-poem that wanted to come out. I think I captured some of it.
documentation, writing, quill

fault ( working title )

Blue-veined cream unscrolls before the twitching ink,
subtle curves and jagged patterns.
Lines trace history from side to side,
relentless, every way but forward.
Underground, there is a rumble
Rocks shifting as the world sleeps.
With pen on paper trace what could be words.
They can read between the lines, they with eyes to read.

Heart and soul submersed in city;
Home is driven deep in ancient glass.
Coffee-cup canary in a coalmine deep as death
Sing signals on your wires.
Jitter, catching, scratching,
dip your pen in poison laced with ink.
Mechanical Cassandra
Reading of the rocking, roiling earth.

O, seismometer, which of these foretells our doom?
Your hand adjusts the scales.
Write the spikes.
Which of us will wake the sleeping dragon?
running, bomb tech

Daily randomness of Miss Lunatic

  • 05:24 Breakfast is suspicious. It is a Monday and I am awake. Hooray for Monday; hooray for work. (I think I need caffeine.) #
  • 16:34 Collapsing briefly. That was a bit of a heavy box. (My stamina is shot.) #
  • 20:31 I spoke too soon. There is another ocean in Ecchi-chan's ceiling lamp. WTF, folks. #
  • 21:26 Just hit level 50 on the new word pack for freerice.com -- didn't cheat, either! #
  • 21:41 I did some situps. Now my up wants to sit a little harder than I am comfortable with. Hi. I am not a good example. #
  • 23:11 Comparison I made in comment elsejournal: being an atheist in the US is probably sort of like being an LJ volunteer at a MySpace convention. #
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