FINALLY got to chat with my Tam last night, albeit briefly. However, it was in person so *that’s* alright, then.
I think I am supposed to go to a birthday thing tonight. Opal Divine’s?
And then, I am going to find a grove of cedar and burn them to the fucking ground. It may not do much to actually alleviate my allergies. But it sure will make me feel better in a violent/mosh pit sort of way.
Die! Die you fucking cedars! Burn, baby! Burn!
PS…note to self….
>>Call Yoga Yoga and check on their schedule/class/availability/cost for the beginner series at NW location.
>>Call Austin Kung Fu Academy and ask about the same for their Children’s Thur/Sat classes.
First and foremost, thanks to everyone yesterday for the well-wishes/advice/tips. I appreciate them all.
Second, the weekend plans looks summat like dis:
>WED — going to either Hideout or Warehouse. I’ve never been to the latter so if I am to go, I would need a guide and directions. There is also the dimmest of possibilities that I could go to Elysium as its free & retro-goth night. Which is always good.
THURS — staying in/house cleaning (whoo-hoo, just a crazy party lady I am!)
>FRI — staying in/maybe getting some friends over for cards & cocktails
>SAT — was going to go to Carnivale but the tickets are $35 *each*, with the festivities ending at/around 1:30 AM. Plus, parking is atrocious around the Event Center. I will most likely be going to Elysium as that seems to be the consensus amongst the friend types.
However, I had also thought about heading into DFW and hitting the Church but a.) haven’t been there in a long while and b.) ….something. I guess it IS still under consideration. Anyone up for a road trip back to my old stomping grounds?
Mare: hey, guess what?
Mare: my sinuses squeak when i suck through my nose
Mare: I’d say “breathe” but that would be a misnomer.
Mare: *squeaker squeak squeaken*
Home grown meme
A question popped into my head this morning. What are your LJ filters? Are they public/friends by invite/private? What is your readership there? I know that some of you guys have only 2 filters that you use – Public and Friends Only. Sooo…is that a choice or just not wanting to mess with it?
FRIENDS — public
STORIES — invite ; Works in progress, notes, plot brainstorm, character descriptions, etc for stories that I am writing.
BOOKS TO READ — private (personal list of books i want to read, as seen here on el-jay)
101 in 1001 — this is mostly to do the challenge
HEALTH — invite ; where I am tracking my workouts/eating/thoughts on this sort of stuff.
What are YOURS?
Inquiring minds want to know.
The sneezey-watery eyed-nasal & head congestion crap seems to have relapsed on me. I am therefore going to name this winter:
The Winter of the Un-Ending Viral Crud
I want to shrink down (ala bad sci-fi) and go beat the shit out of the germs who have YET fucking again, invaded my body. I missed game yesterday because taking the Girl out to breakfast & then the mall for a walk and movie *exhausted* me. I got home around 4.00 or so and went to bed. I woke up around 6.30 PM (about 1/2 hour after I should have already been at game) because my phone rang. I probably have slept through to the next day, otherwise.
I woke up chew-my-own-arm off hungry this morning. Probably because I ate right before going to bed. Either way, I didn’t have time til just now to actually eat. Hungries had reached to point of “mmm, car paint – that’s probably tasty!”
To Do for Today, non-work related
-> Take “before” pictures and get them posted (probably happening tonight)
-> Finish pile of Girl’s laundry
-> Fold & put away the clean (still waiting to find out if the ‘at gunpoint’ trick worked for takhisis)
-> Plan next week’s menu & post it (again, tonight)
-> Sweep/mop/de-cat hairball the floors
-> bathe the kitties (I picture me doing this in a mesh hazmat suit and chuckling evilly)*
-> Start the passport proceedings
-> play *hours* of CoH — its butt-whomping night!
-> strip the beds
-> master bath
I work in a cool, dry environment**. There is (literally) a metric ass-ton of electronics in here. Resting on metal wire shelves. Cords hang everywhere; overhead, across the tile floor, looped around the shelves to try to keep them out of the footpath (ha ha ha).
I often escape the lab to get a cup of coffee. To do this, I must leave via the electro-magnetically-locked door O’Doom. with the metal handle. Generally speaking , I touch the wooden door itself in a vain attempt to try and ground out the ambient energy. It rarely works.
Today I pulled a goddamn six inch arc off the handle. People across the lab heard it pop. This is over the white noise of said metric ass-ton of electronic equipment running, shrieking, hissing, popping, and ringing. I leaped around for a solid 10 seconds doing “jesus fucking balded headed bleeding christ” dance. You know the one. You see it at mosh pits, occasionally.
I am THIS close to removing the handle from that damn door. I am tired of being lit up like an Xmas tree.
* – No, not a death metal band. But, they SHOULD be.
** – 62F in the lab, at all times. The rest of the building is also dry but is ridiciously overheated.
Or yanno, His Flying Spaghetti-ness. Whatever works.
Results of my overnight scripts (2):
32 call fails
Numerous other errors which then caused a general “jesus christ, its spewing 80 kazillion lines of crap! Quick! Send out another error!!”
Which then caused fourteen crashes
And I get to write them ALL up to track ’em. Sometimes, my job is less test engineering and more data entry. Ah, well. I know what *I’ll* be doing for the rest of the morning.
Of course, I am totally stoked that I broke the new code so horrifically. It makes my lil SQA heart happy.