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I am not allowed to blow things with genitals at Purple. Leaves are okay. Leaves don't have genitals. Leafs, as in the hockey players, are right out. At a distance of greater than a quarter-mile, the likelihood of an exact fix is low enough as to render nearly any angle allowable. At a distance of a quarter-mile or nearer, direction again becomes important.

It took us at least five minutes to wind the conversation to a point where I was no longer laughing too hard to drive.

Purple had parked in the other direction, and asked if he could bum a ride back to his car if I'd like him to walk me out. So that's what we did.

I managed to trip on a perfectly flat section of floor in the cafeteria. Purple finds skirts impractical and feels no need to wear them.

"Cousin Purple" is having Thanksgiving with his one friend's family.

The day was transcription, punctuated by someone's network switch going spare and getting its internet taken away. Plus the inevitable fallout from same: the "oh my god I can't reach this tool it's a network problem" and the "holy shit, how do we report an outage" and the "let us contemplate the ways in which our communication between Engineering and IT is fucked" conversation -- it was a bit of a busy day.

I explained in very small words to an IT manager (on behalf of a #VirtualH and #adventuresofstnono compatriot) why the fuck whitelisting email addresses in the tool that blocks email from unfamiliar addresses and furthermore mangles unfamiliar links, will not work for the purposes of having unfamiliar links in logs from strange servers included as text attachments not being fucking mangled by the mangler. Fuck.

Apparently my arguably passive-aggressive means of getting our friend the person incoherently in charge of the helldesk software (3rd tier, I think) to admit that a function went away, is to ask her to explain how such and such a task is accomplished with that set of permissions.

Today was my second time walking an engineer through a really poorly designed form in a way that didn't make the engineer feel stupid, but did hone the rage and hatred of everyone involved. (The first time was Mr. Zune. The 0th time was me vs. the helpdesk.) I am particularly acrimonious about this particular form as this is one of the ones where my usability concerns have been basically brushed off. It's one of the things where using it as it comes naturally is not how it's intended to be used -- if you leave any text in the terrible field before hitting the search icon because your first attempt has failed, the text in the terrible field will invisibly filter the results in the popup. And there is no way to clear the terrible field from the search popup. It makes strong-minded engineers frustrated past their safety-release-valve thresholds, and it makes me incoherent with rage and hatred, and pathetically grateful when the engineers agree just how terrible it is.

It turns out that Dolohov, as he is played in Alternity (the little bits I've seen, as I'm still intermittently catching up with Year 1) makes my inner submissive look thoughtfully around for the kneepads. (Kneeling is good for many purposes, not just the ones that would make Purple look sternly at me and ascertain that I was oriented correctly away. It was only when [personal profile] woggy mentioned a thing that I realized that this would have that implication.)

Purple swears he will remember the Catching Fire disc tomorrow.

Fishie is the perfect child because she loves the jellybeans I hate.

The guy who isn't usually at the burrito station cannot wrap a burrito properly. Jokes about his popularity amongst stoners ensued.

NaNo: not going so great (haven't really had the energy). I'm feeling OK about it.

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Nov. 20th, 2014 11:24 am
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 And I've written the Sam OOM! \o/

This whole write up what you remember before adding specifics from canon works pretty damn well.

I'm also taking a break from What It Is Like To Go To War as it's becoming a bit heavy and my spirits needed some up lifting. Doing the uplifting is Tamora Pierce's Alanna. Yes I am finally reading it and loving it so far, though I am not sure why it was in the YA section. I guess talking about puberty isn't for kids or something.

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Nov. 20th, 2014 12:50 pm
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Kickstarter from one of my favorite authors. She's described the pitch as a sort of cross between Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Rosie the Riveter. WWII-era pinup girl discovers she has the power to redeem the souls of those who have been possessed by demons. But there's more to it than that, as she explains in her latest blog post.

If you're interested, The Redeemer Chronicles Kickstarter is here.

You can also read the first few chapters in PDF format.

Halfway through the campaign, and halfway funded. If it sounds intriguing, give it a look.

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Nov. 20th, 2014 08:49 am
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 And another night of bad sleep. Out too late this time getting fixing for hot spiced cider to share at work's potluck. 

It's also ambient techno day for my inner DJ (starting with Coil's 1999 release, Musick To Play In The Dark, part 01).

I am hoping this leads to some writing as I'd like to at least highlight Sam's bits of the Helicarrier fight for the canon write up. At the same time though, I don't want to hold anything back, so if I don't get to it today, I am letting it go. I can always do a flashback if I feel the need.

First, you take the spray tan...

Nov. 20th, 2014 03:12 am
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Sleep: there was something large and mechanical doing something noisy and mechanical to the lawn or something. It started up around 8. I spent too long awake, so I reset my alarms. Consequently I was later in to work than I planned. It was work's observation of Thanksgiving at lunch. Purple's team opted to go together, and early. I went in apparently just after he had gone out, based on the timestamps. The turkey and gravy and such were tasty enough.

Hooray transcription.

Partway through the afternoon I headed for the bathroom and then sort of jumped back while apologizing, because the door didn't swing freely and I was afraid there was someone on the other side, and it was making a terrible noise. Then I realized that no, it was just making a terrible noise because it was broken. So I filed a ticket; the phrase "flatulent elephant seal" was employed. I linked it in #cupcake for Mr. Zune's delectation. radius inquired whether Alaska was particularly well-equipped with flatulent elephant seals. If it is, it's not my parts of it. I then made a very ill-advised but informative trip to YouTube.

I was not incorrect.

I fetched dinner from the cafeteria at the top of the hill and advised Purple that if he was hungry in the next hour-ish, to ping me. He did, and we enjoyed a pleasant interlude, complete with discussion of exactly what would go into the cat-buttering assembly line construction app (at least a dollar's worth of greased feline hilarity).

Patting Purple on the head is not a valid life choice.

We returned to our various pursuits: I transcribed, Fishie tried to wrap her head around a Python quirk, and Purple beat his head against some very unhelpful compile errors.

[personal profile] azurelunatic: The statement "programmers are enormously clever fuckheaded dumbasses" is almost always true, and some asshole had to invent the language.
[personal profile] eveandriss lol
[personal profile] eveandriss well, that makes a lot more sense now actually...

Purple did not disagree.

A substantial amount of swearing later, Purple had got things working and was also fucking done. He showed up looking sleek and stylish and company-branded in the jacket, and we wandered out into the damp and leaf-strewn night. He had in fact been just thinking that perhaps he needed something for that middle state between flannel-or-equivalent and puffy teal grouse mode, and then, serendipity! The hackathon hoodie was a pullover, and Purple and I have similar feelings about pullovers (no). Usual engineer-level swag is the ugliest t-shirts known to man, and they'll take two, so they can look terrible twice as often.

I suggested that the default state of the shirts was perhaps not the ugliest shirt known to man, and began attempting to contextualize "The Situation" and his ab-window shirt. Purple started giggling when I got to the ab-window, and lifted his shirt to briefly expose a moderately hairy bear belly. He felt that no manager in the company would be particularly pleased with an Unfortunate Situation shirt. "If one guy does it," I started, and fairly shortly we were both on the Group W bench plotting exactly how much spray-tan you'd need to outfit a couple-ten Unfortunate Situations.

He's got an early lunch with his team tomorrow. I have to get gas (a little ahead of schedule). Catching Fire is in the offing. (Me borrowing the movie, not actual fire.)

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Nov. 19th, 2014 03:12 pm
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So Week 1 of Hetlioz was all about sleeping even more than usual while still feeling exhausted and woozy for most of the day.

The good news is that that stopped in Week 2. All of it. Literally overnight.

The bad news is that I haven't been able to sleep properly this week. Having more trouble falling asleep and staying asleep and getting quality rest. I haven't been woozy, but symptoms from lack of sleep are building up. I'm honestly not sure how I'm functioning as well as I am right now, and making up for the cumulative sleep debt is not going to be easy.

Who knows what Week 3 will bring.

It is kind of promising that Week 2's crippling side effects were so completely different from Week 1's. My body is adjusting, apparently. It's having an effect on my sleep and my sleeping patterns. If I can ride it out, it just might come to a net positive.

Then again, I'm gradually having more trouble falling asleep and finding myself falling asleep gradually later. I've gone from barely being able to stay awake until the 11pm set lights out time to being wide awake in bed at 11:30. Last night, I couldn't fall asleep until nearly midnight. This despite having slept poorly for most of the last week, and really feeling the need to make up for that.

Of course, I'm used to my sleep/wake cycle changing from week to week and I never thought holding it steady was going to be easy. It's possible that if I can ride it out, things will stabilize. But right now I'm feeling sleep deprivation setting in. It's hard to keep a thought in my head long enough to finish a sentence, and my whole brain is moving in slow motion. I've lost track, but I think I would have been nocturnal this week, which could well be why I'm having trouble sleeping at night. Maybe.

Doctor's appointment in two weeks. I'm halfway there. Just going to keep holding on as best I can. We can evaluate then.

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Nov. 19th, 2014 11:24 am
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 Note to self:
When doing bicycle installations and repairs, try not to do them when you should be in bed. If you must, double check your work.

Last night I installed fenders on my wife's commute bike since it is the rainy season. I succeeded in not breaking anything and installing them correctly, despite the fact I started when I normally am heading for bed. However, I neglected to re-claspe her rear brakes and so she had a surprise this morning on her way to the train.

No accidents happened, fortunately, but now I am sleep deprived. I am hoping lunch will wake me up so I can get to some tagging.

Also, working some on my redesign for Quin's tactical lightsaber. I like what I am getting better this morning than what I was getting last night.
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02:51 Tuesday, 18 November, 2014
In the Simply Not Allowed files, radius is not allowed to feed Outlook Web Access to a clockspider, due to the disapproval of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Clockspiders.

22:16 Tuesday, 18 November, 2014
It's starting to get chilly in California. The ginkgo leaves have turned the same vibrant yellow as I am used to seeing on birch trees, but I'm not allergic to ginkgo that I know of. I haven't had a vat of poolwater upended into my sinuses. Purple loves that color on the trees, and so do I. It's not quite the time of year where Purple breaks out the puffy teal jacket that, when described, makes Steph think of a grouse puffed up against the cold, but it's getting closer. *pauses for a moment to soak in the mental image* (Think except more blue, with a hood.)

Wanted to wake up early. Didn't. Went to work, vaguely early. Freaked out about car despite swift assessment last night that it was likely to be safe to drive at least to and from work until Friday. Did a little further reading up. Easiest possible problem/solution: loose gas cap. Anything else = trip to the mechanic on Saturday & pray that it's cheap.

I came in to find my chair was stacked with jackets. It was in fact stacked with four jackets, instead of 2. One of the A-Team had excess swag, which he was distributing via the A-Team first. I claimed one for myself.

Located the thought-lost greeting cards in a box under some print cartridges, while searching for the spare tape cartridges for the label-maker, because Mini McCoy had a new dongle and didn't want to lose it (again).

Went to lunch. Due to timing, Purple wound up at the other end of the table. Had some fun conversation with the Rollercoaster Tycoon and Lennon Glasses Guy and some of the others about Office Space, productivity, task-switching, and structured procrastination (building in part from the previous day's conversation). I did not sing The Housewife's Lament, but it was a close call.

Slightly before that, Rollercoaster Tycoon had said something equivalent to: "Reddit is awesome for that. Reddit is awesome for EVERYTHING." I could feel myself pulling up to my full seated height. It was only in my imagination that my hackle feathers smoothed down along my neck and bushed out at my shoulders, just as I was the only person who had just come directly from the context of that Barbie computer engineer book. "If you're a dude," I said. (On Twitter, Sass mentioned that this qualification applies to a lot of things. As does "If you're straight." "If you're white." "If you're able-bodied." Etc.)
Here is a photo of a very busy rooster in full aggressive retreat. He will kick the hell out of you as soon as you turn your back. He also looks as though he should be carrying a briefcase, Steph says.

To his credit, the conversation did not go a lot of the places that it could have gone. Read more... )

I am still the person at lunch who is happy to settle questions (like, what is that flag on that guy's jacket) (the Cross of St. George) with the internet. In my culture, constant connectivity in the place of primary socialization is a means of including people who cannot be physically present, rather than excluding oneself and one's cherished local people from each other. (I was able to exclude myself from the people I didn't want to spend time with as a kid and teenager reasonably well with books. Headphones and an iPod aren't all that different.)

It's been a wacky day for my manager, running late to everything. I grumbled about Barbie and bad books. (Hooray fanfiction.) She grumbled about evil developers (who, clearly, are in the business of building evil. And also unaffordable housing in San Francisco.) As we trailed back to our usual digs, I inquired as to jacket size. She does not generally partake of company swag as she is a Woman of Size and therefore most of it does not suit. However, this one? EXCELLENT. She may now smile upon the Attempted Labswiper (as it was he who had the extra jackets).

I saw a passing email from someone who was running late to something because of a meeting which involved Bite Me, McMansplain, and Brutus Cochin. I shuddered. I prepared a small cup of jellybeans, random other fruit candies, and a tequila lemon drop.

Brutus: the famous Roman historical figure:
Cochin: a feather-footed bantam chicken. Illustrative of the breed's general shape and stance, though they come in many patterns:
(in summary, the guy's a backstabbing cock.)

lb had a talk at an internal conference today. He has also had The Plague, and been out for the past week-and-change. Purple and Mr. Zune and I walked up to the general area to congratulate him on the talk, and to get ice cream. On the way back, we spotted a hawk up in the top of a redwood. Purple said hi to it. I inquired after Purple & Mr. Zune's jacket sizes. Purple was a match.

Madam Standards is joining the emergency response team. I showed her where my gear is, mentioned that "the blond guy" (Mr. Zune) is also on said team, and showed her the map.

Yay transcription. At least one more day, depending on how many interruptions I get. (Today, they were legion.) In between bursts of transcription, Fishie talked more about her interest in programming. She'd thought her dad sent her the online Java course link because he knew it, but no, apparently he had just been fucking with her, and hadn't thought she'd take the bait. Now she is taking a Python intro course, and is delightedly using the notebook that wound up in The Bag. Also the highlighters. This is the first year she's highlighted her notes. Potential mentors have been popping up out of the woodwork. [personal profile] kaberett has waved a helpful hand. Purple offered a few slices of time. I didn't specifically have any longish-term assignments that I meant for her, but if Fishie was looking for some, I had a Perl-based project with some nice babydev bugs... Then Sophie had things to say. ;) We shall see whether this results in Fishie showing up in the #dw channels eventually.

My disc-based media player takes blu-ray. I conveyed such to Purple. I also conveyed, awkwardly, that I would in fact very much like to see Mockingjay in the theatre, I was in favor of some form of group trip (assuming I didn't get stuck at the mechanic's), and I was vaguely averse to seeing it alone. (I had found the book chock-full of low-level triggers. Thanks, Shawn-related likely-PTSD!) Purple was uncertain whether or not R would enjoy this movie, as his predictions about her taste are spotty. *sings the not-a-date song loudly while retreating into the ladies' room*

Purple's officemate Mr. Bananas has jacket envy now. He had been in search of a new jacket, and apparently that variety is a bit of a hot item. Purple radiated a bit of smugness. He must wash it before attempting to wear it, or court hives. We do not wish hives upon Purple, particularly as we are not allowed to blow bees at him.

There are not many of the strawberry hearts left in my bowl of Runts candy. Purple has decided that the purple ones are edible. The orange ones are all right. The green ones -- he is sad that the green ones are no longer lime. (Om nom nom lime.) He turned off the lava lamp and we wandered out into the parking lot. I saw a car that was probably R's and waved goodnight. There are at least two little white cars of that style and vintage. The reason Vash has disambiguation charms from every side is because there are so many little white cars of that style and vintage. I have been roommates with two of them.

Purple declared that this time, he would stick around to make sure that I was able to leave. We talked cars a bit. Every couple days he checks his car to make sure that the check engine light is only the same two codes as usual. But other than that, it's a good car. (I patted it reassuringly. He laughed at me.) The "don't do that" with Vash and hills resulted in other "don't do that, then" discussion, with that tender spot on my left wrist that hurts when I whack it on something. "On a sharp corner, perhaps?" Purple asked. "Actually, it's more of ... 8D ... an edge case," I said. (Groan. Well, mutual grinning and giggling and discussion of how terrible that was.) He poked at his own wrist searching for the pressure point he was thinking of, then gently traced the bones of my not-sensitive other wrist to point to the spot. I agreed that this was a legit pressure point, and that would hurt, but -- I reached for his hand -- *that* was the spot I was talking of. Bodies, man!

After we bade each other goodnight, I marched over to Vash and checked his gas cap. I screwed it back on. "BINGO!" I yelled to Purple. He teased me a bit, then waited to zoom out of the parking lot until I was definitely following.

I managed to be That Guy this evening: the laundry room in the half-basement of my building has just been renovated. What I did not realize until I had walked it off my shoe: the tacky substance that I stepped in seems to have been paint or something. So the brand-new linoleum has a contrasting color of paint in tasteful little spots in every place I stepped until it ran out of tack. The counter was not replaced, and the NFC chip stickers under the counter were not removed, so I have my 35 and 45 minute timers readily available as usual.

Then I got sidetracked looking for bird pictures. (pretty lady!)

Finally found a good book

Nov. 18th, 2014 06:19 pm
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What is Going to War Like by Karl Manlantes

I originally got this book as it was an Audible daily deal and so was only $5 and I figured it'd be good research for Sam Wilson. I am very pleased to say this is, so far, a great book. The author's focus is on the emotional and spiritual price going to war costs, which the author is in a place to gauge, being a Marine who served in Viet Nam. What I really like it that the book is an honest look at what it was like and is not a power ballad to military might or efficiency. Granted I am only two chapters into the book, but I am already learning a lot.

Another sentence heard at work

Nov. 18th, 2014 02:41 pm
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"those are the more bread and butter cancers of the kidney"

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Nov. 18th, 2014 12:00 pm
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Damn it, I have too many good songs on Jess's breakup tape to use for quotes. I will not edit the EP again though. I swear. Even if Meg's I Won't Say (I'm In Love) is perfect.

I mean:
If there's a prize for rotten judgement
I guess I've already won that
No man is worth the aggravation
That's ancient history, been there, done that!
is perfect Jess.

In other news

Nov. 18th, 2014 10:28 am
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I seem to be broken as far as reading white male power fantasies that aren't comic books. Glad I bought these audiobooks as daily deals and not full price.

Further things:

Nov. 18th, 2014 02:50 am
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Still working out my exact Thanksgiving plans.

There's a love meme over at [personal profile] kaberett's, with nominations open until the end of November.

I'm not formally doing the December Posting Days thing, because that sort of schedule-thing and I usually get awry of each other, but if anyone has things that they would like me to hold forth on for a bit, I could probably do a thing.

Shreds of several days

Nov. 18th, 2014 02:33 am
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00:12 Friday, 07 November, 2014
Wednesday morning was not super good. iTunes vs. my Wallet Name rant is forthcoming. After I stomped back to bed after that, the banging and drilling started up. My building is within easy rusting distance of the ocean. Management has had various repair crews through to replace rusted-out metal and crumbling bits of wood. Tuesday, they were working on the apartment above mine first thing in the morning. Wednesday, it was my patio's turn. The banging and drilling was very structurally close, but I did sleep through a lot of it.

22:50 Friday, 07 November, 2014
Every now and then I look at my forearms and go "damn, that's nice!" at my muscles.

00:07 Monday, 17 November, 2014
I am seasoning the new frying pan. I am also doing some tidying of my kitchen closet.

Housekeeping. )

22:54 Monday, 17 November, 2014
Lunch involved a nice debate about multitasking, personal projects, and the workplace, with the Rollercoaster Tycoon and Purple. Good times!

First I disappeared into my email, then I got together some of the stuff for the second round of contact sheet updates. Quite understandably, several of the team don't know their desk phone numbers, and reading the display and writing it down sounds like work. And then there was some of the hardware questions, as some of the team is updating their computers and they need the bells and whistles also. And then it was time for a coffee refill, so I cruised into the kitchen, noticed what R was drinking, and then we chatted about the document she was writing. She had to run when she realized the time.

I am becoming the de-facto hub of information on the team's registered software, such that the Randomizer feels that I hold all such information. (This is a dangerous assumption, but it's a thing which I can start doing.) There were some questions from the Polka-Dot Researcher, and the Dogesitter came to our mutual rescue. I located the information and put it in my all-containing document.

Purple swung by at this point: R had pinged him while we were having tea, but he had arrived a bit too late. I introduced him (as my partner-in-crime, $NAME the Purple) to the polka-dot researcher. (My team has enough $NAMEs that I am okay with letting my teammates know that I label them.)

I worked on transcription and fielded fishquestions. To fishie's slight surprise, she has got done most of the major work of the semester. Because fishie always has to be working on something, her current for-fun class is an introductory course in Python. Fishmum is going to have to install Python on a home machine to attempt to keep up. Purple seems pleased with Fishie's initiative. Fishie has sussed out that many non-software-engineer fields involve coding-in-self-defense when you have to build your own tools (and at this juncture I mentioned [personal profile] kaberett's Geology Code, which pleased Fishie as a real-world example) and therefore she would like to be prepared to have a job in the real world, which means picking up dev stuff is an advantage.

Purple walked me out. The third Hunger Games movie is out. I have not yet seen the second. Purple will let me borrow it. My player does do blu-ray. I may proposition him to accompany me to see the third one, since it sounds like we're both interested.

Vash needs to see the mechanic soonish again. Woe.

Instead of doing things which might have been more productive, I alphabetized my BPAL. I could have also done a few loads of laundry, since I think the laundry room has been returned to vague functionality.

ugh cars

Nov. 17th, 2014 11:20 pm
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Here in the greater DC area, there are places that make me uneasy: my awful ex's house and environs, the mansions in McLean, that one stretch of 295 in the district where I always run out of lane before I expect to.

There are places here that irritate me: my parents' house which is at least twenty minutes from anything, 95 south between three and eight PM on a weekday, The Mosaic District (a suburbanite's idea of what a city looks like).

There is no place, anywhere, that will reduce me to yelling and swearing faster than Seven Corners.

Seven Corners is several shopping centres nestled at the intersection of three major highways and one minor road. To call it a birds'-nest is an insult to birds, who build perfectly orderly and functional structures that perform their intended duties. Entering Seven Corners by car is a good way to ensure that whichever way you leave is not the way you intended. (Exceptions made for attempting to leave on the same road you came in on, in which case closing your eyes and gunning it will sometimes work.)

I have it on good authority that the interchanges were designed in the shape of a glyph to invoke Lh'Nurh, the dark god at the middle of the labyrinth who feasts on human frustration. The movement of cars along the flyways serves only to increase his power.

I escaped with my sanity intact. This time.

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Nov. 17th, 2014 12:52 pm
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And my creative self seems to be dead in the water today. I think I am going to back off and let it recover. Tonight is water polo, I am unlikely to be tagging.

I do have to say though that I just came across this lovely AU for Spider-Woman (here's a solo shot) and it made me think that if she ever visit's Ellen's world, she may have to steal the look somehow.

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Nov. 16th, 2014 12:04 pm
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 All caught up with my shows, with the exception of Star Wars Rebels.

Constantine is still good but it could be so much better. I feel like all the spice that was in the source canon has been removed. One of the things I loved about the comics was how it wasn't just Heaven and Hell, but everything, much like the entirety of the Vertigo universe. The Norse gods did exist as does the Christian god and devil. That doesn't seem to be the case for the TV show. Papa Midnight as a character was great and the actor seemed to really get the character but he is being portrayed as a near devil worshiper with trappings of Voodoo rather than being a Vodun priest with no ties to devil worship (if I am remembering the comics correctly.) This following the erasure of Constantine's bisexuality and the comment about Gypsy magic being the darkest, and it's obvious the writers target is nearly the American Religious right. Or maybe they're aiming for Sleepyhollow's demographic but missing the fact that it's the characters that sell Sleepyhollow not the mysticism.

The Flash is still a fun and hopeful super hero show.

Agents of SHIELD is still great and so much better than the first season. I know fandom is worried about Trip with the promo for next week claiming a mission may claim an agents life, but if it happens and I bring Trip to Milliways, I'm calling AU. One thing I am loving about Trip is that even though the actor has commitments to another show, they aren't leaving him out of the story for long stretches of time. (I'm looking at you Once Upon A Time, take note if you bring Mulan back how well this works.)

Legend of Korra, loving it! Loved the blushing reunion of Korra and Asami. =)

Shows I am thinking of starting, since I bite the bullet and signed up for Hulu Plus:
The 100
Orphan Black
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So [personal profile] tiferet needed cat litter! She got back from her meetup (after some BART shenanigans) and I picked her up, and we had dinner. (Parking near the theatre in Union Landing on a Saturday night is a fool's errand, and next time I plan to remember to try the other side first.) Chili's has moved the specialty menus to their little tabletop tablets, and they still don't have prices on them. There was a brief misunderstanding where the person who seated us took the menus with the prices and all away, because she thought we were both gluten-free. Other than that, things were good. The chips were not quite up to the usual standard, alas.

We wandered over to the nearby Jollibee with the intent of getting bubble tea, but found that the dining room was closed and there was a line at the drive-through. We decided to fetch kitty litter (et cetera) first, then get bubble tea for the ride home.

My general stamina is now up to both tidying my car and then doing a full wander around the Evil Empire, which pleases me. I didn't even hit step count by midnight, which in fairness is partly due to not starting the shenanigans earlier, as I got another thousand by the time we were out.

Tif learned why I can't say "and then you get a face full of bee dick" to Purple anymore. She also learned about the 36" strap-on incident.

The trip was largely uneventful except for the very end, where we were joined in the checkout line by four young men who were super, super, *super* high. Mostly harmless shenanigans. ) We did question the life choices resulting in getting high in the walmart parking lot in Hayward at 1am, but then we were buying kitty litter at walmart in Hayward at 1am, so that is not a particularly high horse from which to point and laugh.

The Jollibee drive through was, if anything, more crowded. However, purple yam taro root bubble tea is delicious.

I muffed the exit on the way back to Tif's, and wound up taking the Cesar Chavez exit and meandering my way into the Mission thattaway. Being on Mission at 2am: also not the most brilliant ever in life choices. But KFOG had some "Everybody Hurts" for me when I turned on the radio on the way home, and these are things which improve an already fairly contented moment.

Since [personal profile] eveandriss was curious about what I would get on the shopping trip: Read more... )

Interhigh fics are up! + Nepal

Nov. 15th, 2014 03:15 pm
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Random note: Interhigh (a sports anime exchange) is up - I'm only about a quater through the archive but there's been a lot of awesome works so far (there's 12 different fandoms written for . -

I am still working my way through but I wanted to say that I really liked the one that was written for me - I think it's really insightful about two of my favourite Free! characters - Nagisa and Haru!

Family Matters (1819 words) by Anonymous
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Free!
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Nanase Haruka, Hazuki Nagisa
Additional Tags: Family, Pre-Canon, Post-Canon, Backstory
Summary: Nagisa is suffocated and Haru is given too much distance.

+ Nepal

I kind of feel like I don't know where to start on the Nepal trip. Lots of people when they talk about Nepal are like "It was a life changing experience" and I tend to be just a bit... ¬_¬ orly.

But it's an amazing place to visit. It was actually quite warm (like mid 20 C up, mid 70F up) and just a little humid - I didn't go anywhere near the alps (so no I wasn't anywhere near that avalanch!) - although it was mountanous pretty much everywhere I went.

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