July 5th, 2008

communications, Uhura

The internet is people like me.

http://pics.livejournal.com/azurelunatic/pic/000bgzah -- the classics.
http://www.wwmt.com/news/sauce_1350893___article.html/basement_covered.html -- OMG, WTF, BBQ?
http://community.livejournal.com/little_details/1958798.html?thread=32128142#t32128142 -- I have powers that I could use for evil.
http://community.livejournal.com/bipolypagangeek/784506.html -- LGBT, you're doing it wrong.
http://rosemaryfic.livejournal.com/4435.html -- Memory crackfic AU, with more Daleks. ♥
http://community.livejournal.com/lj_policy/2518.html -- discussion on possible changes to the suspension structure.
http://p-userpic.livejournal.com/33006041/472111 -- this is many kinds of wrong, and featured in the Brad vs. Tom explanation of OpenID.
http://notalwaysright.com/retail-defender-anticheapskate-edition/906 -- that'll get you. Um. Very citrusy!

Breakfast yesterday morning was entertaining. My notes:

sawmill gravy = sawdust = gansta! = lumberjack = OK.
Peg game defeating people badly.
Chappy running on 30+ hours of beef jerky and Monster.
Cupholders in bathtub? No, just one. (OMG, [kid]. >_< )

(That last? The dude who is clearly old enough to be living on his own but who looks 15, if you're being generous, likes his beer. Those of the dudes who have visited his place mentioned that he had cupholders all over. Miss Sarcasm was teasing him that he had cupholders in his bathtub. "No, just one," he said. "Huh?" "Just one. Cupholder. In my bathtub.")


Today at work featured a moment where Chappy found out that there was actually an Internet Song involving his name. Naturally, Miss Sarcasm had it on her music player.

tatteredfairy had an improper desire for my Creme de Menthe (not Creme de Meth, pauamma / other denizens of lmbujold!) Altoids. (They'd be Creme de Meth were they also caffeinated.) She will have to get her own. :-P

Certain classes of user requests get escalated to supervisors to deal with. Excluded, quite emphatically, from this class, is spam. (There are special kinds of spam, like when you innocently ask your supervisor what that means, in that spam email there, and your supervisor grabs the spam in one hand and the scruff of your neck in the other and orders you to escalate that, now. I've never met any of those.) I have a friend in another department. She was having a very slow night, and wanted more escalations from us. (Jokingly.)

Me: Let's send all spam up to him.
Her: That would be excellent. 'Cust wants to talk to sup about Canadian pharmacies.' -- 'Cust wants to inform us of salsa classes on Wednesday.' -- 'Cust inadequate, girlfriend about to leave. Possible top-tier customer support issue.'
teddyborg, geeky

So, about that custom top-level domain.

Those of us who actually live on the internet are aware that the big bosses, those who arbitrate most doings and standards in certain areas of the internet, the Internet Corporation for Assigned Names and Numbers, are to start allowing people to apply for custom top-level domains.

However, there will be a panel of arbiters who decide what will and will not actually fly. I also imagine that there are certain potential custom top-level domains central to the things that make the Internet really the Internet that will wind up reserved by said Corporation for Assigned Names and Numbers. Like the sort of internet entertainment top-level domain that would be shameful if it wound up in the hands of people who would not use it for the common good.

Yes, there will be no few top-level custom domains reserved by the Internet Corporation for Assigned Names and Numbers.

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yule, gingerbread motherboard

Vaporware: Post-hoc symptom tracker

This is a web-based application for user-submitted possible cause and symptom tracking. It has email, web, IM, and text message interfaces.

Users submit timestamped exposures to possible irritants or other possibly problematic activities, and also timestamped medical symptoms, either real-time or backdated (or planned). Each item can be tagged and charted. Tagged exposures can be charted with tagged symptoms. This is not intended to diagnose anything, and is no substitute for a medical professional looking over this, but it may be a valuable diagnostic aid.

As such, all user accounts are by default protected, although invitations to view data may be issued. Data may be made public by the user, in whole or in part.

Inspired by my friend who uses a locked-down, friendless Twitter to track food consumption, and my subsequent recommendation of same to another friend who wants to track IBS symptoms against foods, but has no attention span. I was thinking in the shower that this would be even more useful with some basic calendar and analytic functions.
running, bomb tech

Sulkiness re: move beginning... NOW.

http://www.eastvalleytribune.com/story/120083 -- house swap.
http://james-nicoll.livejournal.com/1311845.html -- Things under/not under the control of the average author.


So since hcolleen's new job is in Scottsdale, of all places, and our current apartment is on a really crappy bus line, moving is going to happen sooner or later, since it really won't work out long-term. *sigh* And since I am happy with my current roommates, and have no desire to recruit two new ones, and anyway the places they're looking at aren't too out of the way for my job, that means ... me moving too. I HATE MOVING. I don't feel that I've entirely unpacked from our most recent move, and then I wasn't entirely unpacked from the prior move either.

This one may be a little easier, as myrrhianna is planning on having actual movers involved, and I've been tidying up, organizing, and ditching assorted junk. It's still not going to be anyone's idea of fun.

So what's the big deal with moving?

In 1980, I was born. We lived in the log cabin that my parents built.
Sometime in the 1984-1986 range, we moved out of the cabin into the new house that my parents built. This process was relatively painless and slow, as the two buildings are directly adjacent, and there was a plan at one time to build a connecting door.
In 1998-9, I spent two semesters in the UAF dorms, but most of my stuff was still with my parents.
In 2000, my then-fiancé and I spent the summer in the cabin that my virtual aunt was renting. Again, most of my stuff was with my parents.
From there, we moved to Arizona in the fall of 2000.
I moved out of the Bachelor Apartment from Hell in early 2001, stopping briefly in an apartment that I shared with another random student, and into the two-bedroom apartment that I shared with Sis and the LF and everyone from April 2001 to February 2005. My parents started shipping my books.
In February 2005, I moved into the studio apartment.
In October 2007, I moved into the current apartment.

My life has not had a lot of moves. There has been sufficient time between each move to recover.

I HATE MOVING.