Epic zombie apocalypse dream for the win. It went on forever. I was myself for a while, and then I swapped between a dude, and his brother who'd been turned into a zombie. It was a heart-warming tale of little brother smacking big brother around until big brother didn't eat things like the dog or little brother. So essentially, pet zombie in the safehouse. And then we had to steal cars (which were like... goo capsules?) to get something with which to travel down a hidden tunnel that little brother had restored. But to steal the cars we had to enter a race. Which was something like pod racing. And. Fwahhh, what have I been eating, can I have more?

Also: Ponyo to the tune of 'I'm on a Boat' may be the greatest thing ever.

And now I am going to try to get some writing done and not to play video games. And then probably to start on a few release notes just in case I have more to do tomorrow than I thought.

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1) Tickets to New Moon. (No, I'm kidding, it was actually kind of okay. Except that NO ONE HAS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS. Actually, I take that back: Edward has more facial expressions than everyone else. I CANNOT HELP BUT FEEL THAT THIS SAYS SOMETHING.)

2) Cute Underwear. (But who feels guilty for that? It is so cute.)

3) Assassin's Creed II and Dragon Age: Origins. (.... I got nothin'.)



It was great to wander around with Neek again, although far too bloody hot for it. XD Damn summer!

Currently trying to convince myself that I should NaNo instead of playing video games. Since I have, y'know, this week to catch up. >_> And I'm still not halfway. Sigh.

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In case you thought you might like to talk to me this evening: don't. Any of you. I fucking mean it.

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I can't hear this song without thinking of Colbert any more, but I guess that's not a bad thing.

Today was actually good, but my mood was very poor for most of it. Staved it off for the most part by being mechanically productive, and am staving it off now by reorganising my hard drive and copying all the stuff I'd burned to CDs onto the shiny new hard drive so I can use this box for something else.

I have so much Bleach. SO MUCH.

Because these are the lengths I go to in order to procrastinate on NaNo. Yes.

Also, it is wrong to expect things of other people when I do not want them to expect things of me. It is wrong, and I should stop doing it. Now.

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I am six pages into Twilight. It's not quite as bad as I remember it being.

But given that the emdash tally currently stands at 27 30, it's not looking hopeful.



I mean, really. I use a lot of emdashes, but this is ridiculous.

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Apparently when I am not at five thousand watts of sparkle, everyone notices. I'm sure that means something good, but at the moment that seems to be translating into the need to be at ten thousand watts tomorrow so I don't worry people, which, uh. No.

Christmas party on Friday is looking more and more like something I would rather hide under the table than attend, but try explaining 'I will have trouble breathing' to the enthusiastically social without anyone taking it personally or trying to convince you that It Will Be Fun You Will Have a Great Time. Darling, I love you dearly, but that time is not great for me.

Additionally, iTunes, I don't need you to Genius it up for me every time I fucking open you. I need to you to play the playlist that I click on. That's why I make playlists.

*huff*

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i.e. nonsensical, but fun. It was, as my boss put it, the most expensive B-grade I've ever seen. ( I suppose these are technically spoilers. Pffffsnnrrrrk. )

I am pretty sure every vehicle in the film was stolen from either FFVII or Wall-E, though. And John Cusack can get some better cheekbones and come back to play Crowley any time, I am just saying.

On the bright side, hey, heat, seawater and time! You didn't even need that last continent!



Oh man, I was exhausted before the movie. I think I've slipped into over-tired now. Not yet awake enough for NaNo, though. We'll try again at 4am, eh?

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committing:
Ffffffffuuuuuuucjfksdjfsadkl I need a subject divider for my mind. Either that or to spend a week in seclusion, planning things to my satisfaction. I finished the task that I knew I had to finish this morning and spent the afternoon in what, for me, amounts to a whirlwind of confusion.
Also Gary broke something and I still don't know what, and the fucking, fucking Cache FAQ is broken again. Ausdfjkasdhfhsdfsdfl.

committed:
Tickets for New Moon have been purchased. :| Neek, this is a measure of my love for you. I am still going to buy an ...and then Buffy staked Edward t-shirt.
Also, seeing 2012 tomorrow night. I think I should make a habit of booking myself up after work so that I go the fuck home.

committee:
Chatty meeting tomorrow to hopefully dispel some of the aaarhgjfsahgjsdfsadfauisdfkvss. Why do I let myself get into situations where I am anything resembling in charge? I hate it. jfdksflksaklfd.
It's not even that I'm stressed right now, it's just that the move and the week off combined to make my head a floaty place of negative concentration. Also, I require better playlists.

also:
Fuck off, summer, we do not serve your kind around here.

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Archive of Our Own is in Open Beta!

You should totally sign up if you want to help them out. :)

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http://au.news.yahoo.com/a/-/mp/6468690/mums-pet-house-of-horrors-uncovered/

No, really.

What. the fuck. is wrong. with you.

Thank Christ her children are being rescued from that situation. I'd have attacked my mother before I attacked an animal like that. What the fuck.

[EDIT] And on second, slightly more analytical read through? What the fuck kept her kids from reporting her sooner? The eldest boy at least was old enough to know this was fucked in the head years ago. I just. I do not understand. I cannot understand. And I'm actually kind of grateful for that.

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Best Linux Prank Ever: EXECUTED.

Tom did the actual executing because he has no self control - I was perfectly happy to save it for a rainy day. But no. We all had the same password, so he ssh'd into Gary's machine and changed his command prompt to

[user@host ~] sudo rm -r /


Complete with new line so that it looked like it was executing. This command? Deletes everything on your computer. (EVERYTHING. DON'T DO IT.) This one wouldn't execute - it would just LOOK that way. It was going to be epic, although possibly distressing for Gary.

And then the trainer chose that moment to demonstrate remote access... into Gary's machine.

So that the 'delete everything' command was up on the projector, and the trainer was going :|, as was the rest of the class. Even the trainer thought we had actually made it execute. Talk about the best stage for a practical joke ever, omg.

Anyway, it served as a nice practical lesson as to why you should never let anyone know your password or your root password. Ever.

Also? IT WAS AMAZING.




Seriously, I generally abhor practical jokes, but this one was too perfect.

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So today I devised, with prompting from Tom, the best Linux prank ever.

The only problem is that I'm probably never going to be able to execute it.

It's totally the best hypothetical Linux prank ever, though.



I slept really, really terribly last night. To the point where I'm surprised at how well I stayed awake today. ...but then again, I also hardly paused to listen to Aurelien instead of working through the material on my own, so it's not so surprising. More mental effort = less desire to nap in class.

Anyway. I have to write tonight, or I will probably want to slap myself. I think I want to be at 35k by the end of this weekend, which shouldn't be too big an ask (and let's face it, if it is, I'll just insert random non-canonical porn).

...but I'm watching the second episode of V first. ( Because Morena Baccarin should be lure enough for anyone. )

...and after the writing, I'm playing Castlevania. I know exactly what I need to do, I'm just having handfail doing it.

[EDIT] It should never take three days' play to finish the Forest of Silence. This is something I know, deep in my soul. And yet, look at this. I only just hit the Castle Wall. */wrists* I should hand in my gaming license. ;A;

On the bright side, yay jumping all the time in random directions while holding down the 'charge magic' button strategy.

I know the Villa is probably a fortnight away at this rate, but still. I AM EXCITED FOR THE VILLA. Although I think I was Reinhardt last time I made it that far so I'll probably get there and be horribly confused. :\

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Shin Petshop of Horrors vol. 7 just came out in Japan. It will be with me by Friday because the Japanese shipping is pricey and incredibly fast.

Training today was pretty dull, but I think it'll pick up quickly. We're being taught by Aurelien, who went through orientation with me, which is good. ^^ He's a smart cookie, and he explains things well.

And now... Merlin and then bed. Because damn, I am tired.

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Writing went surprisingly well this weekend, for all that it is so loud in that place I can hardly think. I think keeping ahead of the wordcount is a good way to beat Week Two-itis. I suppose we'll find out now that it's officially Week Two.

I'm certainly remembering - or realising, I suppose - more about this story as I go, which is what usually happens. I think I have a good two hundred words of notes as to where to go next and the explanations behind things at the bottom of every section.

I have to be at work super early tomorrow to make sure something is done for QE... may actually drop back in the evening if I don't manage to finish it in time. Sigh.

And now the ABC has actually made me ill by broadcasting a few minutes of someone's hideous remix of Strauss' music so I need to go to bed with real Strauss in my ears and not this awful remix. ;A; Aaaaaauuuuuughfjdshdj.

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So I deduced, when I woke up properly about an hour and a half ago, that because the house was quiet and the air-conditioning was still on, it was probably about 9.30am and I could safely lie in bed reading for a little while without arousing anyone's wrath until my mother got home from her usual coffee shop jaunt around ten.

Turns out it was not about 9.30am, it was about 11am, and James had been supposed to get me up and tell me that we were headed to see Oopee and so I should get cleaning and also get ready to come along!

Completely ignoring that a) none of this had been mentioned the night before (as usual), and b) I had already mentioned that I had plans for early afternoon which did not involve being at Labrador.

One day, my mother will listen to anything I say at all. I don't care if it's 'I have already washed those' or 'that is a poisonous snake' - anything would do at this point. *facemash*

Anyway, so James is in trouble for not waking me up earlier, and I am in trouble for not psychically deducing that this Saturday would not be exactly like all Saturdays before it. This is what I get for being lulled into a routine.

In any case, things to do in the next few hours before Dad gets back to me about travelling to the distant reaches of Mt. Crosby:
- vacuum downstairs
- finish cleaning bathroom
- work up the nerve to use corrosive chemicals on the sink (Drano makes me fear for my hands and eyes, okay?)
- dry sheets
- wash darks
- hang darks
- wash towels
- pack small bag to take to Dad's place
- do NOT play Mario Kart
- do NOT sit around mooning over realestate.com
- do NOT watch The Road to El Dorado
- also do not take it to Dad's with you or you will never get it back from the children (I am an excellent big sister, I don't know what you're talking about)
- write NaNo only in ten minute blocks between chores

[EDIT] Also, man, I had the weirdest combination of dreams last night.

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( There is something wrong with me: an HTML tutorial. )

And if that pre element doesn't work in IJ/DW, I will be Angry.

[EDIT] OF COURSE THE FUCKING PRE TAGS DON'T WORK. JHDFJDH

[EDIT]

Um, yes, and aside from getting carried away with teaching a client's new website maintainer how to code (*facemash*) today was pretty awesome. Rage bought me XKCD t-shirts, which I am struggling not to wear until Monday. I am really damn tired. I didn't get to finish everything today because I discovered that I was being asked for things that I didn't have and have to ask Isaac about on Monday before the training course. Sigh. So much for a late start. Oh well. Still going pretty well. And rediscovering a love for this song that... okay, never really went away. But anyway.

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Watched Zombieland.

I think the only adequate description is, yippee kai-ey, motherfucker. :)

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How 'bout that? Go, Dreamwidth. :)

Today:
- Finished all the work I want to finish for the QE doc bundle due tomorrow. :D Will move on to my (suspiciously MIA) minion's assorted duties tomorrow.
- Bewildered and alarmed Dazzled and amazed with my eloquent hand-gesture dance.
- Fixed the rest of my F-11 installation, which broke my inbox in the night.
- Made it out of dependency hell with the assistance of Rudi and Jeff. \o/ I really, really need that Linux Essentials course next week. >>
- Made an epic tactical error by telling Susan to keep up with my NaNo count. Watch as she proceeds to wipe the floor with me. XD No, seriously, I'm dead. Only my insomnia will save me.



I am pretty sure I will never know everything I want or need to know, and this makes me sad.

I was considering the abilities of Holmes as listed by Watson earlier and thinking, well, at least he'd worked out what he needed to know to do what he wanted to do, and set about achieving that knowledge. By the time he's, say, twenty-five, he's already refining that knowledge further and taking it in new and interesting directions.

Not that I'm expecting to be like Holmes, but I am finding that being genuinely interested in pretty much everything makes it incredibly difficult to pick a direction and be satisfied with it. And it's not that I do not love, love, love writing down to my bones, because I do. Giving myself permission to write and to concentrate on writing for the duration of November is more of a relief than removing your ridiculous but awesome high heels. (I mean that. My big toe is still raw from these fuckers, but they are awesome. I do not usually feel this way about shoes, let alone shoes that hurt me.) It's rewarding in and of itself - fiction and nonfiction.

But being in this job has really recalled that, actually, I really enjoyed programming. I'd barely touched a toe to the tip of the iceberg, mind you, but I am genuinely interested and I just do not have the time to act upon that interest.

I really love drawing and painting, too. And the violin, and the keyboard, and maths, and physics, and biology, and singing, and videogames, and sleeping, and cooking, and... do you see what I'm getting at, here? The need to get better at these things that I regularly enjoy is incredibly frustrating because I just do not have the time to give all of these things the attention that I want to give them. I just really love things. Lots of things. All the time. And it's annoying as fuck that there is really only time to give maybe two of them adequate attention.



This post brought to you by random musings on satisfaction and a conversation about generalists vs. specialists a few days ago.

And now I am going to make tea and write NaNo and certainly not watch Zombieland because that would let Susan get even further ahead of me and we cannot have that.

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So I had to upgrade to Fedora 11 today to support Publican 1.0. T_T MORE TEARS WERE NEVER SHED OVER AN OPERATING SYSTEM. I am very sad. And probably destined to hate Fedora until another version hits.

Would just like to tell you all that Glee can suck my nonexistent cock. You call that Defying Gravity? PFFFHAH. I laugh in your general direction and mock your lack of diaphragmatic power. And your harmonies. What the fuck were those chords? Way to fucking baby down the song. And remove the climax. What were you thinking, Glee producers? Guys? No, it's a serious question - what the fuck?

Yeah. This would be 'annoy the neighbours' mode. Sorry for the loud night in, folks, but you do this to me Friday through Sunday, so I think you can bite me. :)

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So I just found my resolutions for this year. LOL.

1) I will exercise.
2) I will finish F&F.
3) I will teach myself CSS.
4) I will make myself an online folio.
5) I will write, and publish my writing.
6) I will learn to say 'no'.
7) I will put away at least one third of my pay each week and not touch it.
8) If I am not writing, I will read.
9) ...or play video games.
10) I will be punctual.
11) I will participate in NaNoMango with kuchibue and reward her for her participation with this year's NaNovel.

I think we call this year a write-off. XD I did attain some awesome things I did not write down, though, so it's not as bad as all that. STILL. LOL, #1-6. ...although technically I guess #5 I did, since, y'know, doc writer. >_> I published my writing today, after all.

Anyway, today was not awful - things are still going alarmingly well as far as the project goes, and everything should be available tomorrow morning. I will be unutterably relieved to get rid of this thing, though the next is really no better.

I get to pick my new desk on Friday. Have no idea where I would like to be. Probably facing a window so that I don't get glare on my monitors, because that drives me bugfuck, but aside from that I really do not know. We're all on a training course next week, and after an early meeting tomorrow I'm starting work on a new project. We need to have stuff bundled off to QE by Friday, though. At least this means they can QE stuff pretty thoroughly over the week my team is being taught how to not use our Linux boxes as toasters.

Anyway, must go. Word war begins very shortly. :)

[EDIT] And I am all out of Holmes to watch. ;_; My heart. It is breaking.

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