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Aug. 3rd, 2015 10:34 am
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Finished season 01 of Steven Universe last night and damn but, damn, did it get dark in the last 10 episodes; yet without getting gritty. Nicely done.

Very hyped to start season 02 now.

Quick update

Aug. 3rd, 2015 02:39 pm
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Last week was Copenhagen. It was lovely: the Danes are weird in numerous but very nice ways. I'd promise a write-up, but I am aware I still haven't done Berlin's.

This week is Edinburgh while JA is at an event. Slightly annoyingly, the Fringe doesn't really kick off until close to next weekend - what sort of August festival doesn't do much in the first full week of August?!? - but that does mean I can spend more time helping with other stuff.

When to step back and when to engage

Aug. 1st, 2015 05:31 pm
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 So over at Tumblr one of things I find most rude is people posting general hate for a canon and then tagging it with the canon. Usually I ignore such posts as "not my circus, not my monkeys" or that it is easier to do. I am finding though that I am not so comfortable with letting behavior I find rude or harmful to slip by without doing anything.

So I decide to spend a few hours thinking of replies to this person and finally end up basically what I wrote above, that they are being rude to post this were mostly only people who like the thing are going to see it. I was, I believe, careful to use polite language and focused on their actions rather than them.

Today I see that they replied back saying that others who don't like the thing should be able to see they are not alone and that it is like a book review. I'm tempted to point out that anyone who hates a canon and goes out of there way to see the tags of said canon should look at their life choices and that "The thing sucks" is not a review. Reviews have specific examples of why the thing sucks.

But then I stop and think, "would it be helpful or harmful if I did this" and I think the potential for harmful is too high. I'm going to let it go.
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Went to bed thinking about Pop Shackelford (digging into history trying to work out when the funeral was, so I can correctly date my acquisition of a dozen or so books), and I woke up this morning with this stuck in my head:

Warren Zevon - "Keep Me In Your Heart"

Game of the Week: Fiasco

Jul. 31st, 2015 01:27 pm
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Fiasco is a GM-less tabletop RPG for 3-5 players. Its stories take place at the intersection of greed, fear, and lust. You’ll play ordinary people with powerful ambition and poor impulse control.

It starts with a setup phase. Four dice are rolled for each player. The dice are grouped in the center of the table, for the use of all the players. These dice are used to establish the relationships, needs, and objects of each character, along with the location the game takes place in. You first start out with more general definitions, then can use further dice to refine the definition some more. For example, you might use a 4 to define a relationship as the broad category of romance, then use a 6 to refine it further as "Estranged and you both hate it."

Once the setup phase is done, Act 1 starts. Players take turns roleplaying scenes. Dice are given to the player depending on how the scene will end for their character. A good ending gets a white die, and a bad ending gets a red die. The player then passes the die onto another player of her choice. When doing scenes, one option is to do a resolve: the player chooses the outcome for their character after the others set up the scene.

At the end of Act 1, the Tilt is performed. Like the setup, the Tilt is chosen from a table based on dice rolled. The Tilt introduces two new elements into the game.

Play continues with Act 2. Like Act 1, dice are rewarded based on how the scene will end, but this time the player keeps the die. At the end of Act 2, the Aftermath is performed. The dice collected during the game are rolled. The color of dice with a lesser total are subtracted from the dice with the greater total, and the result read off the Aftermath table. The final scenes are then roleplayed, based off the result from the table.

Fiasco was featured on Wil Wheaton's Tabletop. You can watch it here:

Setup: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuJizhyf-y4

Part 1: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXJxQ0NbFtk

Part 2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aj7NcdDh-WM

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Jul. 30th, 2015 12:45 am
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Today I found out that open source community member, feminist, activist, and fucking awesome human being Nóirín Plunkett has died. I have no words for what we've lost in losing Nóirín; I think the open source community is going to keep running headfirst into that loss for years to come.

Nóirín, wherever you are now, I hope it's full of everything you would consider paradise. It's going to be a long fucking time before I stop looking for you at every conference I go to.
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What are you reading?

At the moment, nothing.

What did you just finish reading?

About half an hour ago I finished Hannu Rajaniemi's The Causal Angel, sequel to The Quantum Thief and The Fractal Prince. These are, I think, the best new-to-me books I've read this year. They are heist novels with delightfully opaque characters (and multiple viewpoints, which is not something one often gets in a heist), set in a SF milieu overflowing with new concepts and strange ideas. Most of what goes on is made possible through some "quantum" handwaving; I don't know enough to say how plausible the science is, but it makes for an excellent story.

Apart from the conceptual firehose, Quantum Thief is for the most part a fine "we're here to steal a thing" story that develops more and more layers as it goes on... and then the epilogue delivers a genuine "oh shit" moment. Fractal Prince felt less impressive, possibly because everything is both bigger and smaller. I did enjoy the repeated nested stories (and the thematic resonance there), though. And Causal Angel... ties it all together in a fairly satisfactory way. I'm not entirely sure what I think of the ending. Will have to reread to decide, I expect.

I also reread Lord Valentine's Castle, by Robert Silverberg, with the intent of rereading the two sequels. LVC is a fantasy with occasional SF trappings. It was published in 1982 but feels like a throwback to an earlier era: a world that's miles wide and an inch deep, a huge cast of characters with litle characterization beyond one or two tics, and a downright languid pace. It's not bad but it didn't grab me. I can't see wanting to reread it, or to read the sequels, when there's so much other good stuff around. Into the Go-Away Pile.

What do you think you'll read next?

Something nonfic, I think; any fiction I pick up will be judged unfairly. Possibly Fred Pohl's autobiography, or the bio of Samuel Beckett I've been carrying around for years.

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Jul. 29th, 2015 09:41 am
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In other news, Stuff You Missed In History's latest podcast is coving Calamity Jane!

Door diagnosis, at last!

Jul. 29th, 2015 12:34 am
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Purple did not in fact go skydiving as he'd thought he might over the weekend, because it was one of those "weather permitting" activities. The weather did not in fact permit.

By the time I got through the lines with my lunch, the little table that Purple and the guys were at outside was crammed with about 8 guys (it is a 4 person table). CTY memories aside, that didn't seem like it would be pleasant, so I opted for inside with Mr. Tux and his officemate.

The guy from the internal department responsible for my little database said he'd likely be able to have a .csv pack of my tables to me either Monday or Tuesday. Unfortunately, the host on which the new thing's VM is located, was the one that managed to die over the weekend.

The bbq station's thing was a roast half-chicken. I'd declined to try it, since chicken meat on the bone is not a thing I do (mainly texture aversion, with a side of fear of even slightly raw chicken). I was lucky in this case -- while the internals had slow-cooked very nicely, the skin had not rendered and Purple said it was revolting.

I caught the big door by my cube doing the thing where it locks open again. I called security so the latest guy could see it in action. He came over, and by that time it was no longer doing the thing. I indicated which one it was, and he called it in. As he was heading off, it started doing it again for no reason. I called him back. "It's doing it again!"

"Call Cesar," said the guy with the ladder from over where he was doing something unspecified to a fluorescent light fixture. Apparently this is the sign of a particular part in the door going bad, you could see right up there at the top where it was not doing something or other. I was very glad that I'd happened to say something about this in his presence, because otherwise we would have spent another six months going around on it.

I dropped some chocolate on the desk of the community manager type who had been namechecked so memorably in the comment thread referenced in Friday's all-hands. I reckoned he deserved it.

Purple's brain ran out of space early. I was amenable to wandering home early, so that's what I did as well. We stood in the parking lot a while, letting our cars cool off with doors open. Purple doesn't actually hate shoe shopping more than I do, it's just that it's hard for him to find shoes that actually fit comfortably.

Leaving early meant time and brain to do the potroast I'd got over the weekend (no particular feat for a regular cook, as it was Costco precooked, which meant microwave and leftovers, but that's the state of my brain vs. cooking these days) and to catch up on Friday's recap.

My calendar reminded me of the date, and I observed the last Tuesday in July quietly, telling [personal profile] silveradept the story.

I woke up before my alarm today (Tuesday), and meandered in happily. Today's bbq offering was pulled pork sandwiches, albeit somewhat more chopped than pulled. I mixed the peach and the firefighter-hot sauces, and got a very pleasing combination.

The problem with the host is the motherboard. I got the .csv files, though, so that's good.

My task now after the helldesk software meeting on Friday is to spread the good word that no, the team in charge of fixing the thing appears to hate the terrible front end more than I do. I shared this at my 1:1; that cheered my manager, especially when I explained the part where the fancy expert just dropped his pen and stared at us. Also, I am treating the need to express myself in the tickets about the thing without swearing as a writing exercise, with creative results. Also, I added cheerfully, it's amazing what you can slip under the radar with references to Sumerian gods. There are not many people who know what's in Sweet Enki's Pitcher...

It was good for both of us that my manager was not drinking anything at this juncture, as she would have sprayed both of us. Apparently she has at least some small familiarity with Sumerian mythology.

When I wandered past the cube of the Namechecked Community Manager, he was in. I introduced myself. He correctly identified me as the source of unexpected chocolate. I thanked him for his service in the Trenches of Upset Users. The worst part, we agreed, is when the users are upset for good reason and we can't just magically make their legitimate beefs better. We both have the Pebble, also. I never got used to a touchscreen, so I'm not feeling the lack, but he is.

Purple called time at a reasonable hour, so we wandered out to the parking lot as the sun was disappearing behind one of the buildings. A hawk-shaped something flew across the parking lot, and smaller birds scattered as it found a redwood to perch in. Purple recounted an interesting little comedy of manners involving a murder of crows and a line of redwoods: each tree was topped by a crow, with two somewhat disgruntled-looking crows flanking it lower in the tree.

A second hawk flew across the parking lot and landed in another tree. It started calling, its cries rising in pitch to what both of us thought was some sort of distress. The first hawk looked in its direction, but made no move to go any closer.

Purple has a weakness for good black cherry soda, but doesn't much care for orange, despite his love for orange juice.

Paging through some hawk sounds, it sounded rather like juvenile squeals #2: https://www.audubon.org/field-guide/bird/red-tailed-hawk
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I read Tess of the d'Urbervilles on Sunday.

I offer the following content notes:

Animal harm, relationship coercion, acquaintance rape, coerced birth, era-typical child death, religious guilt (Christian), patriarchal fuckery, marital cruelty, attempted murder, abandonment, religious evangelism (Christian), religious coercion, rampant hypocrisy, familial coercion, coercion by means of family, actual murder, execution. Plus a side dish of substance abuse and attempted suicide.

Tess needs, in this order:
* A comprehensive and livable benefits and employment assistance program
* Gap insurance for horses
* Healthcare for her dad
* A taser
* Public transportation
* A working knowledge of what date rape is Read more... )
* Plan B and a rape kit
* Legal aid
* Benefits for her family
* Substance abuse care for her dad
* A boyfriend who understands that a dirty weekend with a sex worker is not the same as rape
* No-fault divorce
* A large shipping box with an angry swan (as f_fa recommends)
* A job with modern safety and care standards
* Societal acceptance of atheism, paganism, and agnosticism
* A restraining order against Cousin Daterape
* A lawyer who has successfully defended self-defense vs. Mr. What Do You Mean, Restraining Order? manslaughter cases
* A younger sister who looks nothing like her

New thing that is amazing

Jul. 28th, 2015 01:30 pm
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 The Black Brick Road to OZ, an amzing webcomic that occasionally has panels that slip into multimedia. Sort of like Tim Burton doing the Wizard of OZ in technocolor, by way of Alice In Wonderland.

Game time with Guide Dog Aunt

Jul. 28th, 2015 01:46 am
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Guide Dog Aunt threw a game night on Saturday. It took me a little longer to get ready than I'd hoped, but I did get over there. There was a Cards Against Humanity game in progress, and I was dealt in.

My aunt is all about the house rules that say that the purpose of the game is to have fun, so there were a few un-fun cards quietly put in with the used cards. Another common house rule is that if you don't know what it is (or don't admit to knowing what it is) you don't have to play it. Some people chose to ask things like "Who's Michael Bay? What's 'queefing'?" and many people were enlightened. "I didn't know there was a word for that!"

"What's Harry Potter erotica?"
"Well, when someone loves the Harry Potter books a lot, and writes little stories..."
"Oh! ... How do you know these things?"

One of the people who was new to the game was enticed in to play just one round, for the second go. By the second time we had got around the table, she was gleefully choosing a slightly weaker card, out of kindness to the current czar.

I won one hand by pairing "In this world there is nothing certain but death and ____" with "Soup that is too hot." Guide Dog Aunt agreed mightily.

It came time to cease partying, and everybody went home. I stuck around to help clean up all the fun, and with three people working at it, it was fairly quick. I caught up with my aunt, and then went home and went to bed.
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It was slightly less fuck o'clock in the morning when I shambled in to work on Friday. I was contemplating dropping the heaviest of my things at my desk before going to the departmental all-hands in the auditorium of the executive building, but then I saw Purple shambling forth. "Yo!" I called, and he waited for me to catch up with him, scowling in the not yet burning light of midmorning.

All-hands. )

Helldesk software meeting. )

Eventually I did get a good look at the time and I needed to rush back to my proper end of campus.

Rainbow tables beer bash & dinner. )

video games!

Jul. 27th, 2015 02:10 pm
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I finished my second Four Job Fiesta run! I was playing as a Black Mage, Summoner, Beastmaster, and Dragoon. I did take notes but I won't bore you with all the details. Neo Exdeath took a few tries, mostly due to being unlucky. The hardest fight was actually the crystals in the Forest of Moore. I tried taking them out one by one, as recommended in the Caves of Narshe walkthrough. I kept dying to Aqua Breath, though. Finally, after about 11 attempts, I said screw it, and changed my ability on my beastmaster and dragoon from !Black to !Summon, and sicced Titan on the crystals. That killed off the fire and wind crystals. The water crystal was killed off by a Jump from the Dragoon. Which left the earth crystal. I melee'd it, and ending up winning with only Galuf, my dragoon, standing.

After the Four Job Fiesta I considered knitting some more, but I've got a big pile of nope when it comes to knitting right now. Instead I started up Chrono Trigger. I've been playing it mostly without a walkthrough (I am usually a copious walkthrough user) because my way of reading walkthroughs, my PSP, is dead. I've been doing okay, though I did have some problems with Giga Gaia that required extra leveling to beat. Death Peak caused me fits. It took over 200 attempts to make it past the first screen... and then I missed the save point, and died to the Lavos Spawn, so had to make the climb AGAIN, ugh. Luckily I managed the climb in only five tries the second time. I'm now stuck in Geno Dome. I can't make the run fast enough to open the door with the robot behind it. Ugh.

So I put Chrono Trigger down, and picked up Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days, which I've played before. I considered playing Proud mode, but chickened out and started a standard game. Play is going pretty well, though I really hate the "Don't get caught!" mini-games. I suck at those.

I went to the library today and while there I checked out the games they have. There's Tomb Raider for the Xbox 360. I think I might go back tomorrow and get it. Games only have a week's rental, and I didn't want to get it today because I can't use mom's car next Monday to return it. She's off on Tuesdays, though, so that works.

not camping, not job

Jul. 25th, 2015 08:41 am
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The weather has cooled off this week. Of course it has: several months ago we picked this weekend to go camping, so naturally it started raining off and on yesterday and won't really stop until tomorrow. We would have gone out anyway, but between the impending rain, having to skip one of the big Celebration Of Light fireworks shows, and family illnesses (not mine, someone else's, although we hadn't gotten as far as getting anyone to come in to give Chaos his pill) have all combined to make it a better idea to just stay home. So we did.

I'm looking for jobs again. Have been for a few weeks now. I haven't done this for about nine years so I'd forgotten how annoying and soul-draining it is, and how much cover letters suck. I mean, seriously: nobody will read them and yet you're expected to slave over them and produce perfect jewels of marketing prose for yourself. Fiction-writing rejectomancy's got nothing on job rejectomancy.

So far I've had two interviews with staffing agencies, which is a new one on me. These are companies that handle the candidate-searching part of finding applicants for companies: they send "acceptable" applicants along for a potential interview. This seems like a waste of money to me but I'm not a company, what do I know? I've also got a short phone interview scheduled for Monday, with what is literally the first place I put in a resume at.

If nothing else this has been an exercise in the kind of job I don't want: I'm not particularly interested in being the only writer, or in doing marketing writing, and those seem to be the kinds of positions coming up. I'd also prefer a contract or part-time position but I'm not seeing very many of those available. Oh well. Something will come up, eventually.

oh gods this company

Jul. 24th, 2015 09:13 pm
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Manager of engineering to someone just before I left work: "Go home, it's Friday!"

My team lead on Yammer as I was cooking dinner: "What are you all still doing online! Stop working it's the weekend"

(I'm pretty sure *they're* both still going to work though :p)

(I am rather liking this place though. It's just been a week so who knows, but I am tentatively happy.)

Game of the Week: Canasta

Jul. 24th, 2015 03:16 pm
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Canasta is a card game for two-to-four players. It is played with two decks of 54 cards (jokers included). Deuces and jokers are wild cards and can substitute for any other rank card.

Each player is dealt 11 cards to start. The rest of the cards are put in a pile face-down on the table, and the top card is turned face-up next to the pile to start the discard pile.

Play begins with a player drawing a card from the stock pile. She then tries to make meld by laying down cards of similar rank in groups of three or more cards. The total requires for meld varies based on a person's score - at the beginning of the game, meld is 50 points. One example of an easy meld is three aces, which are worth 20 points each for a total of 60 points. Meld cannot have more than 3 wild cards. Players must discard a card at the end of their turn.

As play continues, players try to make canastas - seven cards of the same rank. A canasta can have up to 3 wild cards. A canasta is considered natural if it contains no wild cards, and gets a 200 point bonus.

Play continues until one player discards all her cards. She can only do so if she has two or more canastas on the table. At the end of play, points are added up based on the number of canastas and the point values of the cards. Points are deducted for any cards remaining in hand.

There is more to the game, including special handling of threes, the ability to pick up the discard pile, and freezing the discard pile. For a complete set of rules, see the Bicycle website: http://www.bicyclecards.com/card-games/rule/canasta

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Jul. 24th, 2015 12:06 pm
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 Weeks like this one at work really make me wonder if I shouldn't bow out of RPG, since I never seem to have the time for it. Don't know that this is a serious thought but it's there.

In other news, started watching Appleseed: Alpha last night and despite the random boob window on the female lead, the accentuated hips and booty of the female cyborg, and the hyper male physiques of the male cyborgs, I think I am hooked. Weird to me that the bodies all have to look mostly human, like the heads can be weird and non-human but the rest? Total human turned up to video game physique. I mean, if you have a cyborg operating system that can handle many different limbs and devices, why stick with a human shape?

ETA: Another book gripe. Oh yes, when tied up and thrown to the bottom of a boat, using rough wood splinters to break your bonds is much better than asking the near human-sized rat that is your companion to chew through the bonds.

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Jul. 23rd, 2015 11:24 pm
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I woke up a few minutes before the alarm was set to go off. I'm not sure if it actually did. I was out the door fairly promptly, and beat traffic in to work. I set myself against the task of attempting to replicate the structure of the old database in the new tool, and found myself asking many questions (many rhetorical, and moderately profane) about the designers of the new thing. Ahh, the honeymoon phase of a new tool, marked as it is by excessive sugar consumption (honey) and rude gestures to the program (moon). I also filed a bug, P0 catastrophic, against the old tool. I keep saving that for best.

Expected: selecting an arbitrary value from Company, Product, or State (individually or in combination with other items) would be searchable.
Actual: selecting arbitrary values from any of Company, Product, or State makes any search fail to run.

Expected: possible to use the Clear Filters operation.
Actual: the only way to clear values from any of Company, Product, or State is to refresh the page.

Rather than actually repairing this, I'd just like the contents of all the tables in .csv format, along with a diagram of the table relationships.

There was an all-hands early, which was why I was in at that hour. I might as well get the good commute and score a few hours of near-silence.

I found a seat next to Mr. Wizard Beard. I peered around for Purple but I didn't see him. It was equal odds whether he'd be on site or not.

Eventually it came to be Q&A time. I raised my hand for the microphone, and (hands starting to slowly turn to ice) rehearsed what I'd say. The bored-looking guy whose face reminds me a little of Shawn made some arcane signal to the guy covering the other half of the hall, and shortly an older man was behind me with a wireless stick microphone, avuncular and reassuring.

"I know this is somewhat of a squeaky wheel question, and I know a lot of people have been working very hard on improving this," I began, the first few words clipped off in the ears of the room as the mixer played catchup. "But how soon do you think [helldesk software] will be as functional as [beloved old zilla install]?" I handed back the microphone. If I was in trouble, so be it.

I got spontaneous applause and a wave of laughter. "That was a great question," the avuncular man told me in my ear, suddenly personally warm in a way that outshone his professional easiness.

The CEO indicated that this was a very important question to have asked, and put me at ease that I was not going to be in trouble. As for the substance, he was going to punt to the financials guy, but he saw the CIO there in the back of the room...

Later, my teammate would tell me that the CIO had seemed dreadfully embarrassed to be asked. Let us be clear: the CIO was attending this meeting as any employee might, in the standing-room-only area. He wasn't in some sort of reserved area. He was not mic-ed up. (This subtlety was lost on the folks on the phone.) The avuncular man with the handheld mic presented it to the CIO. He mentioned that they definitely knew that the helldesk software was terrible, and that they were also afraid that it was so terrible that people had sort of given up on trying to make it better and give feedback on what would actually work for them.

The CEO addressed me and told me that squeaky wheel questions like that are necessary and to keep asking them. I flashed back a thumbs-up and heart-hands.

"If you hadn't asked that, I was going to," Mr. Wizard Beard told me.

There was a sort of buzzing in my brain that obscured most of my senses; I only got it back when I heard a voice say the words "squeaky wheel" -- it, of course, was Rubber Chicken Guy, wanting to make sure that our route to complain was as clear as possible.

My phone started buzzing a little, with my team cheering at me in slack, some Twitter high-fives, plus [twitter.com profile] godtributes.

There were a few more questions and then the meeting was over. I kept the CIO in my line of sight and wandered over the few meters to where his little group was standing, to take my place in the little knot of people that served as an informal line. I had a very nice chat with Rubber Chicken Guy and his buddy, a fellow who'd just been moved in to my building and who helps run a demonstration lab at one of the work conferences.

Eventually the topic of the helldesk software came up, brought up by some fellow in glasses with grizzled hair. I was able to explain where you file a ticket against the software within the software, which was news to the CIO -- he'd mostly been relying on not!Facebook, and that was such a yellfest that he was burning out on listening at all. Drinking from the flamethrower.

I said some things that I hoped were full of empathy and understanding, that it's super hard emotional work to face people who are that angry and in that much pain. I feel like we bonded a bit. The other guy had his pet feature, which will make things better if they do it.

Also the rest of my day. )

Tomorrow's going to be interesting. First there's a greater-departmental meeting. Purple and I are both in that greater department. Then there's a helldesk software thing. Following that will be the diversity-themed beer bash. I will be there, I will be queer, and I think I'll pass on the beer.

It's the details

Jul. 23rd, 2015 06:09 pm
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 Little things that are bugging me about current media I am consuming.

Book: Describing a healthy rat as being dirty and having matted fur. Obviously the author has never seen a healthy rat.

Anime: A lamia with a 4 meter tail shining her scales back and forth. Obviously the animator has never held a snake.

I swear there was a third but I can't remember it now....oh wait, i remember now! In a book I just finished the author did such a great job with writing synesthesia, I'm tempted to do the same with Izana when they get to the point of hooking their brain directly to their mecha as a way of describing how the garde's sensors are different than human senses.