Azure Jane Lunatic (azurelunatic) wrote,
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In which links are linked, work is mentioned, and metaphors are extended

Dear people who love Steve Irwin while totally and completely not getting his #1 driving principle, please not to be stupid. Steve would kick your ass.

Sometimes medicine is wonderful.


Yet one more reason that this administration leaves me nauseated.

Seriously, what part of "if you have no eyes, please not to be driving" does this guy not get? Extra points for the t-shirt.

Hooray for the reconstructed Turing Bombe! (This, like spaceflight, makes my eyes prickle a bit.) Via lightningwatch.

Dear Survey People of the world,
WebIQ does not play well with FireFox. Also, using checkboxes where you should be using radio buttons? Generally frowned on.
No love,
Rev. Miss Lunatic

No power in verse will stop me. Power in prose, however, has a fighting chance.

A heartwarming spider story.

Origami! Computers! DNA!

uovo di colombo
Yes, it has gotten to the point of hakanuka-nuka as far as I'm concerned with Leftover Leftovers Guy. (hcolleen owns They Have a Word For It, and I'm having too much fun.)
Confianza. That's how much I trust Darkside. And there's a lot of haragei in the conversations -- a lot of what I transcribe of the assorted conversations is indirect and completely clear of meaning if you're us. A lot of the moments are yoin, resonating through time to touch again and again.

At work I started in on finishing something I'd been plotting Sunday night. Snarky Lady lectured me for using the DB's grapher rather than exporting to Excel and not re-running the damned query every time I wanted to change the graph. I condensed the lecture for Pink Shirt Guy when he came by with requirements: "She lectured me for using a screwdriver as a hammer."

I was almost done with the graphs he wanted in an hour, until I took a closer look, and Snarky Lady took a closer look, and Something Was Not Right. The "something" turned out to be an error in the Y2K family, parsing mm/yy as mm/dd/yyyy, where yyyy was the current. I cussed, swore, beat things, and then discovered that at least one person was working before they were hired. I collected the clue bat and retired to my cave and sulked. Snarky Lady eventually discovered that they were re-hires, and were therefore working under their previous employment before leaving, only to be taken on again. So that was a bit of all right.

Except I still had to deal with the Y2K6 problem. I cussed and grumbled, but had to replace it in all tables. There was an exciting moment when I overwrote the wrong field in the JOBS table, and wound up having to restore ten months from backup and re-enter the most recent month. That was so much joy I almost broke something.

After that all went well. I got the query run, and pulled my data and shoved it in Excel, and did the PivotCharts. Dawn called, and I finished up that with my hands and aesthetics (very important in things that will be used in a meeting on Friday) while using my brain and my gossip to catch up with her. She is a reality check for me on all matters Darkside.

Darkside is about as social as Snape, except with geekboy/fanboy enthusiasm in certain areas. A chronically sleep-deprived Snape. Without children to teach, but with end-users. Without Voldemort, but with his dad. "Children, when they're in school, they know they're supposed to be learning," adds hcolleen. Darkside is a grouch.

If you Floo-call Snape, and he says that he will be cleaning his lab on Saturday, and otherwise engaged on Sunday, and to not show up, you don't show up. In the event you disobey his directive, and show up as the chronic-insomniac Potions Master is preparing for what little sleep he'll get, you will expect to be carved a new one of whatever you evidently don't have enough of. You do not expect said grouch to halfheartedly snarl a bit, then apologize and tell you details about the distasteful business he has to endure on the morrow.

That's about the scale of Darkside's actions on this front. *smirk* Um, go, me?

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