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Today my manager was Out, and I used the 1:1 time shoving things into boxes, and reconciling papers with computers, and pulling things out of closets.

I popped by the desktop office with two briefcases full of ancient Latitude mumblety-something versions. Poor long-suffering Chip. Then I returned with a third briefcase, because there was really nowhere else to put it.

As part of this whole exercise, various things are being put out for salvage, such as the tablecloths of bad mojo, and a whole bunch of random swag. People from the team were coming up to me the whole day, asking whether I had any left. The vultures claimed it all, very quickly.

Transporting an array of coffee syrup bottles coherently is less fun than you might imagine. This is complicated by the need for everything to be in boxes -- if I thought I could get away with it, I would have left it intact and just carried it across and down myself. But probably not, no. So all the syrups went in one box. I top each box with my email address, just in case the external labeling fails and I have an orphaned box found somewhere.

So there was the matter of getting the syrup pumps out of the bottles. This involved unscrewing, draining, rinsing, and being careful about angles. I had a little more coffee than usual due to using up the drained syrup.

One of the bottles was the ill-favoured cherry-lime. I left that in the traditional free-stuff place.

I got the notice that I was accepted in to the transition pilot for the leap from Exchange 2007 to 2013. In the absence of my Overlady, I had to check her inbox to make sure she'd got the same message (because we go as a unit). In said inbox, I found a question from the PM on the other end of my block. So I hit the database again, and shook it until candy fell out, and this time I was careful to reply as myself and not as my Overlady. So another PM is learning where the information comes from.

One of the mover guys came past my cube and asked was I going to use all those boxes. Yes. Yes, I was.

The PM down the corner is not sure when she's moving, but she thinks it's soon. She is also going to be out of the state next week sometime. This may interact poorly. I bequeathed her two of my boxes -- when I run out, I can request more, but if she's going to be out of the office, she has a limited time window for packing.

The large metal rooster goes in the box before the lava lamp.

I saw JD checking in vaguely near where I was at, and called to ask if he needed a ride home. He allowed as how that might be good. Various communications later, I made my escape and headed in the direction of dinner. (Purple was delighted to learn of a place that did Mongolian beef in the general area, but was staying Somewhat Later.) I joined JD and his hiking buddy. Om nom nom beef.

When I headed out from work, the cherry-lime syrup bottle was still as I'd left it.

I had forgotten how very much I dislike driving and parking near Castro Street in Mountain View. It is not my favorite thing. Fortunately, parking garage. Fortunately, legs.

Then I drove JD home. Yay!

The Starbucks near my friendly neighborhood Trader Joe's is open hella late. I got a cookie. Then I came home and finished up my step count while detangling and re-braiding my hair.

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Apr. 22nd, 2014 05:56 pm
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 I think my Sam fic from yesterday's DE needs to be expanded but right now I am waiting for a seminar on first time home buying. They think I'm an adult or something.

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Apr. 22nd, 2014 01:47 pm
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 Looks like Brimstone is getting the fanmix treatment next.

Preliminary track list:
01 Resurrection by Koh Ohtani, 02 All Souls by Opal, 03 The Jeweler by This Mortal Coil,
04 Keep The Streets Empty For Me by Fever Ray, 05 Your Bones by Of Monsters and Men,
06 The Eternal by Joy Division, 07 A Private Future by Love and Rockets, 08 Hope For The hopeless by A Fine Frenzy,
09 Just A Lifetime by The Legendary Pink Dots, 10 Don't Fear The Reaper by Heaven 17

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Apr. 22nd, 2014 08:09 am
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  Is it bad I briefly thought of taking a sick day sometime this week so I could get a good nights sleep? Irresponsible I know, I should just get my ass to bed at 9pm instead of 10pm but there it is.
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What can I say about today?

Work & lunch & stuff. )

The guest speaker was Ken Thompson. Everyone was very excited. It was an interview with one of the senior dudes, who had a compilation of prepared questions. It was great fun to listen to.

At one point, it transpired that Ken had brought something for show-and-tell, in case things got slow. It was an Enigma machine. We were duly impressed. He told the story of how he had come by it (lost the coin flip, but later inherited it) and the other fellow held it up so we all could see. Ooo.

Eventually they opened up the floor for questions. Ever since he'd mentioned Berkeley specifically by name, my brain had been going down the breaking-things path. (The story of my father vs. the variable speed card reader goes here.) As I listened and grabbed the occasional picture, I thought about what the best question might be. What about the most expensive thing he had broken?

Some questions later, it solidified in my mind, and I caught the attention of the guy with the microphone. I held it carefully as Ken answered the previous question (and handed it back to the guy who'd asked the previous question when he needed to clarify, because some things just need amplification). And soon enough it was my turn.

The question I asked was shaped a little like this: Breaking things can often be a significant part of a computer person's life. Could he talk a little bit about some of the more interesting times he tried to break something, broke something, or almost broke something?

I noticed absently that my voice, amplified and re-broadcast over the speakers, was clear, full of humor, and without raspiness or hesitation. It was a reasonably nice voice. Apparently I've been coming to terms with it.

The question was wildly popular; as I sat back, my #cupcake compatriots congratulated me on an excellent question. He settled in to give us context and then a hell of a story. I will do my best to relate it; I've been poking around to see if there's a better version up online elsewhere somewhere. However! There were no few times that he'd in fact had written permission to fuck all sorts of shit up, and in one particular workplace, they'd been in the habit of leaving little easter eggs for him inside the hospital mainframe, with taunting messages to the effect that he could never get this one. And in his pursuit of this particular one, he had managed to de-couple the login function from the password file that it was supposed to check, with the result that there would be no more logins. And he couldn't get them back together. (Appropriate noises from the audience.) However! He had two terminals open. And he was still logged in over there. And he managed to discern that he could make the login program check for a password against the terminal. And he did. And he was back in. And hooooooo boy the stuff he could get into. And after that, this trick was in his arsenal.

There were more questions, and more answers. Read more... )

Batman ficlet

Apr. 21st, 2014 09:49 pm
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Something that's been running through my head on and off for the last couple of days. Not sure why. I'm sure someone else has already written it, and done it better. But hey, just for the fun of it:




Gotham City. Wayne Elementary School. About two decades ago.

"Okay, class, it's time for science. Who here can tell me why things fall?"

A little hand shot into the air.

"Bruce! Can you tell us?"

"It's so we can learn to get back up again."

"Er, no. That's an... interesting answer. But the real answer is gravity..."




Early that evening. Wayne Manor.

"Welcome home, Bruce! Give Dad a hug! Are you okay?"

*sniffle* "I had a bad day at school."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

"I gave the wrong answer in class, and the other kids were teasing me all day. They kept tripping me and laughing..."

"Aww, Bruce. Why do we fall?"

Bruce looked up, his tear-filled eyes filling with anger. "Because gravity pulls us towards the center of the Earth with a constant force of 9.8 meters per second squared times our mass. And don't you tell me otherwise!" He stormed out, disappearing into the shadows of the long hallway, leaving his bemused father behind.
azurelunatic: Azz and best friend grabbing each other's noses.  (Default)
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Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/1i6WiQe at April 21, 2014 at 04:30AM
tomhiddlesismyspiritanimal: anyankaleigh: baddiebey: this...
tomhiddlesismyspiritanimal:

anyankaleigh:

baddiebey:

this is like my fave joke

okay that shit was good.
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Posted in full at: http://ift.tt/1gYMtCj at April 20, 2014 at 04:30AM
Tragedies
snarp:

nickdangerprivatethirdeye:

snarp:

snarp:

"Hella Moon" is not enough letters for a troll name.

I have lost all will to make up twelve Chinese zodiac trolls, the rabbit has to be Hella Moon or life is not worth living.

You can add an h to the end of Hella. 

Hella* Moon, wherein asterisk indicates a footnote as to just how much moon.

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Apr. 19th, 2014 08:39 pm
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 Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood is damn intense and fun. That is all.

More Spoken Word

Apr. 19th, 2014 10:17 pm
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I love all of these esp. that second one. That was the goddamn shit!

gathering

Apr. 19th, 2014 10:16 am
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I am currently ensconced in a hotel room on the morning of my last full day at Alan Moon's Gathering of Friends, a smallish (400 people total, spread over a week and a half) boardgaming convention in Niagara Falls.

Let me first say that I am a big fan of having conventions right on the Canada border. Means I get cell service and data without having to prepay an arm and a leg.

[personal profile] uilos and I went out to see the falls, which are as impressive as advertised, and met up with [personal profile] culfinriel for lunch, which was neat. Other than that it's been all Gathering all the time.

The Gathering... I feel more consistently like myself here than I have in ages, since Farthing Party I think. I've played an awful lot of games with an awful lot of people, and nearly all of them have been good experiences. Even teaching games have for the most part gone smoothly.

I think I've played more games, and more good games, in the last week than in the previous six months combined (excluding Netrunner). I've missed this, and I don't know how to get it at home. Slowly, I guess. Building up a group one gamer at a time.

The last two mornings I've gotten up early to play an 18xx game. These are long (short ones are three hours) games of railroad building and stock market shenanigans. I came in unsure whether I actually like the games or just respect them. After these two I am pretty sure I like them, at least when they're focused on the building-good-railroads aspects. Now to find players at home. *sigh*

Tomorrow back home, to fighting with work and other fun things.
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The call to lunch is not quite like the call to adventure, as it usually doesn't bring with it risks of gangrene and decapitation. I have also not yet refused the call to lunch.

At some point I will work out a better custody arrangement for my lunchtimes, as it were. Perhaps even something with a schedule. While I am not by any means required to eat lunch with my team, it is good for bonding and morale to do so on occasion.

The move is forcing some organization, so while I keep feeling like I did nothing, in fact there was a lot, and paper getting recycled, and there's my spare set of highlighters and that notebook, and I'm building procedures and things are making sense again. My Overlady has plots for improving things, and I am happy to get behind that, or in front of it, or in whatever direction I would be most useful.

It was an off week for the company togetherness, so there was unofficial togetherness. Read more... )

100 Poems: Poem 21

Apr. 19th, 2014 12:16 am
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{Take the 100 Things challenge!}


I was looking up adaptations and stuff based on Jane Eyre. I saw Aurora Leigh by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. I kept thinking about over the past day and I decided to look up some of her poems. I really like A Man's Requirements. It kinda reminds me of Captain Wentworth's letter.

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Apr. 18th, 2014 10:02 pm
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I wanted to post this. I had listened to his Why I Hate School but love education. I was looking for spoken word poems but I feel like this video is really important. I need to remember this and I think a lot of people need to watch it.




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Apr. 18th, 2014 10:37 am
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 But I don't wanna take the Quality System Refresher. Whine.

Never stop learning kids, or they'll make you repeat the same stuff every year.

Shenanigans, and also blood.

Apr. 18th, 2014 12:51 am
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I have handed off Indexing to Purple, as I think this will be a great introduction to Seanan for him. He's already been introduced to Mira's writing.

For some reason, Purple said "Hello Mudder hello Fadder" at lunch, followed by "I love that song." I brightened, and informed him that one of my very favorite literary formats was the non-reassuring letter home. He was briefly baffled, so I started composing: "Dear Mama: Don't worry, we're all mostly safe now, and the doctor says that the worst of the injuries will be healed up in a couple weeks." He brightened in his turn, and we spent a while trying to yes-and each other's allusions to horrible events past and arguably ongoing. "I like the way your brain works." "Likewise." We beamed at each other.

Did I say that my team now knows where we're going? We know where we're going. (Mostly.) Shenanigans. Also, blood. )

100 Poems: Day 20

Apr. 17th, 2014 08:44 pm
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{Take the 100 Things challenge!}


Another poem from Sylvia Plath. Obsessed Much? A Better Resurrection

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Apr. 17th, 2014 09:44 am

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Apr. 17th, 2014 09:14 am
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And I've started the Dreams of Gods and Monsters, the last book in Brimstone's canon. Given events in teh first two books, it is unlikely Brimstone while be in attendance but I can only hope. Still love the series. = ]