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2007.07.06 I think I'm going THAT way.

2007.07.06 I think I'm going THAT way.

11:22

Today I have a peach, more cherries, and some grapes. Fruit is a good thing. I've picked up the habit of stopping at Sprouts before going to work. I am at least mildly vexed, because there were some records that I put together for upload sometime last week. This proved to be futile, because they needed dates. Guess what's not attached automatically? Right. So yesterday I went through dating them all. Today I'm putting them back together. *hate* That was the headache that Management pointed out to me.

11:43

Ah, a classic:

Bomb Tech

12:20

Bake sale was a success. Yay!

12:30

New news-post here. Nothing huge, just improved search and some new servers (and some cute pics of the old ones on their way out).

12:37

It still gives me a weird feeling to see the online presence of someone I've always thought of as a Grown-Up, and see what they choose to display about themselves. My virtual uncle has some sketches up, and last I looked, he seemed to be flirting with some ladies. I've always thought of him as a Grown-Up, and older than I am by some order of magnitude. It's unnerving to realize that once we hit adulthood, there may not be as many more upper levels of mastery to be attained. There's just this idea that this is something that is for grown-ups from 18 to 40, but that level of flirtatious uncertainty should have somehow been transcended by the time someone's older than that. Yet another myth about growing up busted?

1:29

Finally, tea.

1:37

The great thing about getting so involved with stuff and meeting so many great people on LJ is that sometimes there are people who we hit it off with face-to-face as well. People we never would have met otherwise. Sometimes there are only non-local people, and they're great. But sometimes, one or two of those internet friends happens to be local. Or happens to become local. I have my feet in both worlds a lot of the time; it used to be that I'd be half in the moment and half in whatever instance of my journal I was keeping. I swap back and forth a lot more completely and faster now. It helps that almost all of the people present have LJs as well, and mine won't be the only record of it all. I have a decent memory. I used to have a near-perfect memory, but I lost that some time ago. Part of my memory is the detailed notes I take, and how I bind memory-tags into the notes. I remember place and people and feelings in the notes I take. Right now I'm at the computer at the office with all the assorted papers and junk around me. I have Pandora on. I open four things as soon as I get in. First I open Pandora. Then I open my e-mail. Then I open my own-name folder. Then I open the admin folder. After that, I might open my own e-mail, and maybe the zhzh window, and probably a file to collect an at-work post in, so my brain doesn't explode. I read my e-mail first, and make sure I have water and tea and if I feel like it, the snack of the day is handy. (Lately it's been lots of fruit. Fruit makes me happy. I haev wonz a priez? And I'm glad the SF office enjoyed their priez. ;)

3:07

Waaaaaagh paperwork. Who is going to do my paperwork when I go part-part-time?

4:51

So if I get this to line up right, there should be support already built in the thing to have it work. Right? Right?

6:44

Except for the part where it depended on already knowing the job number, and having a job with no production on it is going to fux0r things unless I go through and say "Oh, but don't include this part here, yo."

7:26

Still at work. Hacking my way through docs to figure out what I have to do where.

Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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