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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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Terrible Horrible No-Good Very Bad Things:
- Oopee is back in hospital with further heart/lung problems. He cannot lift his arms. My mother called her sister in the States and pretty much told her we'd be seeing her for a less-than-awesome Christmas party. So that's about where that was.
- This morning at 6am I was told to have a certain set of docs ready by close of business, to be built tomorrow. Part of this certain set of docs belongs to a product that will not technically exist until tomorrow afternoon at absolute earliest. You do the time travel math.
- I rubbed my finger absently at lunch, was surprised to discover that it stung... and when I looked down at my finger, discovered it to be swollen and apparently bleeding internally, if the spreading blue-purple under the skin is any indication. WTF, OW, I say unto you.

The Good Bits:
- Wore my new Starscream shirt. This brought me completely inordinate amounts of joy, all day. Starscream is the new dangly earring, apparently.
- My boss misread neophiliac as necrophiliac on a cover letter this afternoon. Hilarity ensued.
- Picked up new volumes of Gankutsuou and Yu Yu Hakusho.
- Managed to do the impossible and get all those docs in, except for the actually impossible one, which will be tackled when it is possible.
- Sorted out base tasks for the next three projects my team is doing; dividing them between us tomorrow or Friday and doing up a mini Info Plan if necessary... though I don't think it should be, since it's a baby release and all. >_> Perhaps just abusing the ticket system will work.
- Figured out how to use SVN externals property such that tracking ridiculous schizophrenic spiderweb of books should be possible, assuming authentication does not cause it all to choke and die. (Note: This is a pretty big assumption, given my issues with kinit.)

The good points still outnumber the bad points, regardless of the bad points' enormity. This means I am still winning.

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Because apparently being the mum means you can organise anything you want with absolutely no notice and chuck the shits about it when your adult daughter mentions that actually she has had something else planned for that day for more than a fortnight. -_-;;;; AUGH.

Had dinner with James and Alyce in the mall before choir, and then went and proceeded to... listen to the basses and tenors all night! Awesome! We did have a five minute run-through of a very fast, high song in Latin, a Laudate Dominum that pretty much sounds like gossip over the back fence a la Rome. XD It was awesome. Also HILARIOUS because two-thirds of it are lalalas. XD

Uhhh. Work was. Alan. Yeah. Someone needs to tell him to stop talking to me before I accidentally force his glasses past his tonsils with my fist.

And. ....suddenly my mind doesn't work want... want to work. Yeah. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, grammar is for cocksuckers. YEAH.

Shrugging at the startled look cast in his direction, Charles shrugged.

This is the sentence of the day.

No, seriously, I can't stop laughing at it. XD;;;

Your result for The Commonly Confused Words Test...

English Genius

You scored 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 100% Advanced, and 80% Expert!

Take The Commonly Confused Words Test at HelloQuizzy

Two wrong answers in the expert sections were the ones that I was waffling over, and suspected that I was wrong even as I clicked them. Sigh. One of them was an all of the above, though, and I was going for the most grammatically correct response, so it's practically full marks.

Plans for today:
- hunt out new icons
- wash sheets and towel
- clean shower and sink
- study new kanji
- revise old kanji and unfamiliar adjectives
- thrash out owen/yuriko plot possibilities
- thrash out political plot possibilities
- make some decision re. above
- find the dragon quote for project
- read more 1988
- DO NOT FINISH VIRTU
- DO NOT GO TO WORK :D :D :D
- try to remember where the hell you were up to in Nabari no Ou


Do you know what I have really been noticing lately? What I have really been noticing lately is that people use 'less' and 'fewer' incorrectly. A LOT. Fewer objects, less substance, people. Mostly you can even decide by whether or not you need to use the plural form of your noun or not! ...not that many people seem to have a handle on that, either, really...

(It's just been jumping out at me a lot, lately, particularly in the middle of conversations, and I really have to stop myself from correcting people, because I know that's really fucking annoying. But by the same token... do they just not know? Do they not care? It pains me.)

In other news, went to bed earlier than usual. Still didn't sleep properly, but slept better than Thursday night, and woke up exhausted at around half seven, thinking it must surely be later than that and I should probably get up. So, I got up. Then I realised it was just getting to eight, and promptly crawled back into bed... but I was too awake already to go back to sleep, despite my grogginess, so that's all on the sleep front until at least 6pm this evening. Maybe. I think I could pretty happily attempt to sleep from 4pm through to midday tomorrow, but that discounts my ability to not-sleep properly for weeks on end before I collapse in a heap and sleep for fourteen hours in a row.

...given that I just drew Hiru like he's stumbled out of bed and is quite prepared to scratch himself, turn around and go the hell back, I may actually attempt that 4pm thing. When Hiru isn't coming out prim and pretty, you know there is a problem. XD

(Although now he is bemoaning his spine, so this may not actually have anything to do with me.)


[EDIT] WHERE ARE THE FOOTROT FLATS ICONS. SERIOUSLY. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE INTERNET.

Also, I don't know why I bothered to pick an icon for this post, considering that I am planning on deleting them all and going again from scratch. What, brain. What.

[EDIT] Hiru only semes part-time. (Wow, photobucket has a lot of neat editing tools for those of us who are too lazy to download GIMP. :D And those of us too lazy to find the Mac installation disc for our printer/scanners who decide to use our cameras instead! Awesome!)

The most amusing conversations with my brother occur when he is trying to protect my delicate sensibilities, and I quite calmly tell him the slang for the things he is haltingly explaining. (The terms in question were 'scat' and 'finger fucking', and he seems to be under the impression that the latter applies only to gay men. o.0 Presumably because of the only orifice that applies to him personally. He seemed very worried about it being painful. I mentioned lube, but there was really no opening to make mention of stretching, let alone the prostate, so I quit while I was ahead. XD; How much is too much when your brother is fourteen and presumably still horrified by gay sex?)

Also, from factorielle: The Impotence of Proofreading and What Teachers Make. I don't know who this man is, but I think I am in love with him, just a little bit. O-or a lot. ♥ Either of those. I feel hypocritical linking this, because I am oh, so guilty. :3 But I am still in love. I wish I could get out of this habit, but I actually tend to feel as though I'm inadvertantly insulting people when I speak too declaritively these days - possibly simply because of the trend. (See, now I am making an effort to be declaritive, and it will remain in my head for the rest of the night. This could be hilarious.)

Also, this sounds like the sort of thing that would make it really easy to eat healthily. XD At least, if most sweet food didn't make me feel ill these days. Maybe I am becoming diabetic.

I think I want to write 600 words of the proposal proper, and then that will be enough mental gymnastics for the time being. After that, I plan to curl up in bed and either read a book or write for no_true_pair. Because assignment-based mental gymnastics are not the same as pairing-based mental gymnastics. Yes.

I was going very well today until one of the girls in my Interative Writing class was talking to the teacher, and said this:

"I can't spell 'literature' - this doesn't have spell-check!"

This is the point at which I stare, briefly, and then have to leave the classroom. Because, oh, god. How do you make it to university without being able to spell 'literature'? It's practically phonetic!

On the bright side, I'd already spoken to the lecturer about my assignment, and although she seemed to be trying quite hard to find a hole in it, she didn't end up saying much. XD This is nice, I suppose. She did tell me to make sure I wasn't writing it as a story, to which my only possible response can be duh. :\ It's a proposal. I'm a creative writer, not an idiot.

Anyway, gonna tidy up my room, then work on Half Jack concept art and HUD design and stuff. I don't think there's actually much I'll need to fit onto the screen - pop-up information about essence fragments collected, and a pop-up dungeon map, maybe, but I think the weapons are limited enough that they can be attached to different buttons without the need for any kind of equipment screen. After that, I should probably start working on Conductor again, since I gotta have that, a synopsis, and an interview with myself drafted for submission next Friday. :\ And I should do the Digital Media homework, too, since that's kind of due today... hmm...

There's always so much to do! And I really want to reread Mélusine, but I've been feeling like I want to write for a few days and totally ignoring it, so I think it's about time I sat back with the keyboard and just churned words. It always makes me feel good. ^_^ Regardless of the writing quality. XD

I'm sorry for the spam, guys, it's just that the new version of SeMagic doesn't like me editing, so it's easier just to post. Here are some Good Omens fics that I found over on the Yuletide archive - I don't know why I don't hang out there more often.

Cumulative Effort by Magpie
Very nicely written, very nicely in-character, and just all around has the right feel, even though Aziraphale as the experienced one is so very, very rare. ♥ Of course, he still has these gorgeous moments of awkwardness and, okay, I'm going to stop talking about it now. XD

Naked and Unashamed by Louise Lux
Purely for the drunken conversation re. sins at the top. XD And the line, Aziraphale thought they'd done enough understanding for one day. (Really, you can skip the sex in the middle, it is unspectacular.)

...okay, you know what? You may as well just go straight to the archive, because most Yuletide stuff is worth reading a time or five.

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dairysorbet should, I think, understand where I get it from. XD H-he's not usually this exuberant...

Dad: Hello, Robert speaking.
Me: Hello! Just me.
Dad: AH HAH DARLING HELLO.
Me: o.0 I-is this a bad time? You sound like you're running.
Dad: NO! I HAVE SPENT DAYS TRYING TO FIND YOUR HOME NUMBER! I HAVE YOUR PHONE! *excited*

XD XD XD Given that I called him specifically to ask when he was home so I could pick it up, and had previously spoken to Kyla about having left it there, it was just a highly amusing conversation. XD XD XD

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._. Boy, there have been a lot of stories on incest lately.

And on a similar note with a completely different tone, I love Richard.

And on a note that is at least related by way of sex to the first link and webcomics to the second: I never really read Questionable Content before this year's April Fool's trade-page with XKCD, but now I'm finding myself checking back fairly frequently. Not because of many of the characters - purely because when Sven and Faye get together, I want to know about it. The fact that this story arc is dragging for as long as it has is really frustrating to me. XD I want my Sven/Faye, dammit! Properly.

And... uh... unrelated except on the note of men that I love, a new Nightrunner book. :D So soon after alleyne and I have finished the series, too! (Speaking of which, Rage, would you like my extra copies? XD; Keep the ones you have and I'll slip you Luck in the Shadows again when next we meet.)

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Oh, for the love of--

GRAMMAR:

IT'S NOT OPTIONAL, BITCHES.

Sometimes I just want to make badges. Spiked badges, like the blue koopa shells in Mario games. And I want to throw them at people's faces.

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lololol, since I was watching the new David Atenborough thing five minutes ago: who here knew that Shingleback Lizard males just picked a female and started following them? XD XD XD This is officially the greatest animal relationship ever, aside from all the ones that D tries to scare Leon with at the end of that volume where Chris asked about sex. .......you know, I probably ought to be able to remember what volume that is........

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GOD, PEOPLE, SPAM MORE, WOULD YOU. I FEEL ALL ALONE, HERE, AND I'M EVEN MAKING AN EFFORT NOT TO POST AS MUCH. D:

[EDIT] So of course as soon as I post I find something else that is awesome and must be communicated:

If Azula is really secretly in love with Zhao, all I gotta say is, WHY THE FUCK AREN'T I CAUGHT UP ON SEASON THREE OF AVATAR. D: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?