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Please contribute so the joy can continue to override my day! *selfish* Or just come enjoy the playlist of joy. :)

VICTORY

Jan. 31st, 2010 10:52 am
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I did an Optical Drive Rain Dance for like 48 hours, and NOW I HAVE WINDOWS INSTALLED, YOU GUYS. I HAVE STAR TREK ONLINE DOWNLOADED. THE SERVER IS CURRENTLY DOWN, BUT I TRUST THAT I WILL SOON BE FLYING AROUND IN THE USS OMGWTFILOVESTARTREKONLINE.

Having Windows installed in a partition on my Mac PowerBook kind of makes me feel like I'm cheating on my operating system in its own bed, you know?

Now I must take a break from working on pr0n to go to church. It's a Unitarian Universalist church -- they seem to be OK with this sort of thing.
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Ah, Portland, where it's totally normal that businessmen drop everything to go on a bike ride in the middle of the day, because hey, Friday! and not raining! and really, that's what you do. (Sadly, that's not what I do, because I work for a corporate monolith with East Coast "work ethic" kind of values, so I'm the one in the office being told to do business dealings with someone while the call keeps dropping out because they are on a bike ride.)

I thought I would share with you a selection of the varied free Portland activities I have to choose from this weekend, aside from all the ordinary things like the Portland Marathon and the Greek Festival and Ralph Nader giving a talk at Powell's:

+ For the business gentleman I was calling all afternoon: A community appreciation of the art and craft of bicycling. Very Portland.
+ A Gathering on Economic and Ecological Crises, which should be a rollicking good time for all.
+ Cthulucon: 2009. Come for the cosmic horror, stay for the unnameable fear! CTHULUCON!
+ The Cheesefest. Actual cheese.
+ Soon followed by Portland Baconfest 2009, where our vegan-friendly city spends a whole day explaining how bacon is not at all the same thing as meat and does not count. I am told it is sponsored by something called The Meat Show.

I get my what's happening info from Around the Sun Blog, Portland on the Cheap and Dave Knows: Portland. (The other place Dave knows, FYI, is Elko, Nevada.) I then feel happy to live in such a quirky place, before forgetting all about these events and spending my weekend doing remedial science fiction reading (DUNE for the first time, currently) while snuggled between boy and dog. You know it's bad when your hermit father practically begs you to go clubbing for 80s video music night while you're saying I got up at five a.m. every day this week and have been on conference calls all day and Dad, seriously, can't I JUST STAY HOME AND READ DUNE IN THE BATHTUB FOR THE THIRD FRIDAY IN A ROW WITHOUT BEING CONSIGNED TO A LIFE AS A TOTAL SHUT-IN!?

In other news, I'm a total shut-in.

Also, I have watched Glee seven thousand times. FYI: no, there's no fanfic coming (canon is still not a defense for song lyrics in fanfic!) and I am THOROUGHLY EMBARRASSED by how I really kind of can't wait until somebody makes a fanvid to Taylor Swift's "Fifteen." Also, no 'ship, really, because the show is so perfect and they're kids and I'm loving the teen pathos, and Rachel's adorable Love Of Finn is really so adorable, but, you know, he should probably be that first crush or first boyfriend she never totally gets over but doesn't actually be with forever omg because, god love him, he's kind of a dope. BUT I LOVE HIM. Why do I pretend I won't write fanfic about things and that I won't use song lyrics as a means of plot advancement? AUGHHHH.
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I remember college, and planning parties and events, and that's probably why, whenever I feel a prolonged sense of stress-lag, I wonder "Shouldn't the DJ be here by now? And where are all the raver kids?"

I'm covering two additional regions besides mine this week and part of next, which has involved getting to work at 6:30 and being late on everything throughout the day. Not having any money until my next paycheck involves taking the train, and not driving to work, which I would normally do to console myself for early morning overtime. I really actually enjoy the rush of extra work and deadlines and a little bit of crazy, though I would prefer it if there were a few more "Thanks for doing this so quickly! You rock!" emails, instead of the "Where is this other thing!?!??" and "How did you not guess I would want this entire spreadsheet in yellow!?"

A man in my office who is slated to make -- literally -- ten times what I make this year told me yesterday that I make "good money," which made me feel like I'm a bit of a loser for not being able to buy groceries until paycheck (Friday! Friday!). But! Today he told me that he personally asked a bunch of people (who aren't, unfortunately, in charge of that) to pay me more. How nice of him! It's a shame it won't work. He said, "Look, when they downsize this other position [which is currently paid more than me], maybe you can get them to give part of that job to you and pay you a little more!" and I thought I shouldn't spoil the surprise that the company will actually give me that whole job on top of mine and not pay me any more, and then give me Stern Memos About Overtime Usage. But! I have a job!

I love my life. Love. I really do. Even when my job is a little over the top, everything is colored in these happy shades of me being so in love with my boyfriend. I am frustrated by my inability to make his life perfect, but he likes my cooking, so that's almost the same thing, right? And my apartment flooded a bit last weekend, but that gave me the perfect excuse to steam-clean my carpets and then -- this part was unrelated to the flooding -- reorganize all my yarn and fabric into small stacking clear plastic bins. HEAVEN.

I'm not sure if this post was supposed to mean something or not. I think I was going to apologize for being so unavailable this week? I come home at night and just pray there's a new Supernanny or something on Hulu, so that I can go "Well, at least I'm not screwing up ten children and then airing their dirty laundry on national TV," because that makes me feel better about things like being within a quarter-ream of the whole office being entirely out of paper (!!!!) before the supply order came today. Really, I'm just an approval-needy administrator with substandard personal financial planning, a wildly unnatural love of unnecessarily complex excel spreadsheets, and a bruised heel from going for a run in worn out flip-flops, and a bit of tired punchiness. And what's so bad about that?
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Everyone usually sees these things before me, but [livejournal.com profile] sidhefaer has abridged the hell out of STAR TREK XI and you will LOVE IT.

*dies of laff*

I put off talking about my Star Trek reaction on here, because everyone was talking about theirs and I didn't see it on opening night so I'm sure it has all been said, but if anyone has possibly been pining away without my two cents:

Little Red Goes To The Movies )
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This one time (last night) at the Old Spaghetti Factory, I stuck part of an ice cube up my nose. Just to see what would happen. (The answer? I soon had water up my nose. And my nostril was cold.)

Then I had to work very hard to refrain from putting another ice cube in my ear while waiting for Sister to finish her ice cream.

Can't take me anywhere, I swear.

*love*

Jun. 30th, 2007 09:10 pm
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Dear Everyone:

I am totally totally overwhelmed by how freaking awesome my birthday was. I can't believe how many people said hi to me, posted gleee for me, remembered me, wrote me FIC or sent me CARDS AND PRESSIES, spent omg real money or time on me, and my parents came all the way across the country and my sister bought me a CAKE because I said I wanted one and...

Seriously. You have no idea.

I spend an awful lot of my life fretting that I cause more harm than good, that I'm not a good enough friend / girlfriend / sister / employee / person, that nobody really ought to like me on the grounds that I am so horrid, etc. Most of you who've been reading this journal a while may have guessed that. ;) (Why yes, it is better now that I'm medicated.)

I've worried, since I backed away from LJ for so long, that I'd never be able to make it up to anyone, and I really expected that everyone would have -- should have -- written me off.

I'm so amazed and pleased and elated that you haven't. I am so grateful for the people in my life, my family and friends (and acquaintances which = newfriends!). You're just... SO AWESOME.

I'm really entirely not sure how I deserve you. But to start 25 out being awesome, I'm going to believe I do. :)

I love you all madly. I really appreciate it.

You're the best. :)

Love,

Little Red
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We pass the big old Catholic cemetary on the way to work. Today, we saw a brave little deer walking from gravestone to gravestone and EATING ALL THE FLOWERS.

I really wish there would have been a way to snap a picture and not crash into something. Alas, you'll just have to imagine the cute for yourselves.

Speaking of cute, would it really be that much crazier to have 28 rats instead of 27? I really really thought that four cages and 27 rats had gotten me over the Get More Rats (tm) syndrome, but omg, look at this li'l dewd! The downside is that I will have to quarrantine him IN MY BATHROOM because we have no other rat-free rooms in the house. Which is seriously crazy, right? But lookit his little paws and ears! And he's all by himself at the humane society!

ETA: Ratlet was adopted by someone else before I could get out of work! This is a good thing. Gooood thing. Yesssss. *is very pleased that the cute little ratlet has a good home, but is sad that my boys don't get a new friend*

I dreamed last night that [livejournal.com profile] nostalgia_lj's rats were really big, like small-dog-sized, and that she taught them to walk on hind legs and was showing them at rat shows. (The most disturbing part of this story is that rat shows really exist. Really. So I'm not the craziest Rat Lady in the universe, no matter what you're thinking.)
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I think my sarcasm regulator is out of alignment.

Developer: "Hey, Sachi, one of the guys in our office calls you Versace."
Me: "Right, I've never heard that one before."
Developer: "It's really clever, isn't it? I can't believe no one's thought of it before!"

Now he's calling me Ver-Sachi all the time. *headdesk* DON'T YOU START.

OH, and speaking of internal machinery in need of maintenance? The dimmer switch on my guiltometer is busted. I've realized that there's no degree with how I feel after I've made a mistake of some kind -- like, if I give someone the wrong road to turn down when giving driving directions (OMG I SORREEEEE) it feels the same as if I just lit their new puppy on fire and ran over it with my car, and I flail around the office for a few hours worrying that I have irreparably screwed up the universe.

Perhaps I will take myself in for a Regularly Scheduled Maintenance & Reality Check.
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An appraiser calls me on the phone:

appraiser: "Hey, do you need appointments for appraisals?"
me: "Yes, we need to set up all appointments in advance."
appraiser: "Oh, well if you need advance notice, I'd like to set up an appointment for ten minutes from now."
me: "..."

Also, if you ever wondered why I'm so incredibly weird (and the "formative childhood years spent in a pseudo-cult" wasn't a good enough reason), this is what my dad was doing for a living when I was an impressionable preschooler. It's probably not clear from the video clips, so I'll explain: he used to write and tour these shows that were part classical piano concerts and part stand-up comedy -- sort of the poor man's Canadian Victor Borge. I think this was just after the phase of the existentialist performance-art videos, and just before the aforementioned pseudo-cult. I love my family. Nobody's family is as cool as mine. I'm the black sheep because I have a 9-5 job with benefits and wear nylons. :)

For the record -- I've been MIA from the intarweb for a lot of reasons (work = insane, sister = having a nervous breakdown, boyfriend = twice my age yet totally awesome, world of warcraft = downloaded). Please to comment if anything of magnitude has occurred in the past week or two!
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Okay, so work is kind of a timewaster today, because everyone is watching March Madness or crawling out of their Portlandy moleholes to experience Real Live Actual Sun. However, it's been pretty entertaining so far:

1) My coworkers were literally running around in circles earlier watching gamecast and yelling "WHAT THE F*** IS GOING ON WITH OHIO STATE!?" Literal circles. Men in suits. Love eet.

2) A man walked in to look at condos, and is all, "My name is Alrick," and coworker C is all "Alrick? That's a new one for me..." and I am all "I AM FOR YOU, ALRICK OF VAULT!" Except maybe that last part wasn't out loud.

3) So last night, right? Season 5 started airing on Spike TV. To refresh your memory, the beginning of Season 5 was the time when Everyone Goes Freaking Bonkers, except Chakotay, who is running around trying to keep people from jumping off bridges and stuff. So to compensate, today I wrote Voyager fluff.

Tautology )
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I'm kind of full of love at the moment. Lovely spring sun just burst through Portland clouds, and it's making me all gleeeful about everything. Tammy asked me to knit her fingerless mitts! I have a cold but I am supah awesome and am AT WORK anyway which means I am as a real live healthy immuneful person! My job is so great because I get to say all kinds of official words and get to FAX THINGS! (Someday, the fax machine might lose its novelty. However, I still sort of consider it a mini-transporter, and I feel very grown-up and futuristic whenever I'm allowed to touch it. Which is every day, because it's a big part of my job, so I feel grown-up and futuristic a lot.)

I've been reading the latest Elle magazine and have all these Deep Thinking Thoughts about fashion style and eating disorders and sexual assault and how these things are all related (and not just in the sense of their being in the same sentence), but I have not yet told you about CALIFORNIA, and that is more important!

Three Important Facts You May Not Know About California! )
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My city has been semi-paralyzed and my office has been closed for TWO DAYS because of half a foot of snow! The greater Portland area has issued public memos like, "If you're waiting to get plowed out, sit tight, it may take a few days. Well, actually, we're just going to wait for it to melt." My stone-cold New England heart mocks this, but my new snow-pansy Portland liver is very happy to stay indoors and wait for it to all melt, as ordered.

In other news, there seems to be Major Fandom Angst running around on the Atlantis front. I'm unspoiled, and so cannot tell whether this is Major Fandom Angst of The Show Being Cancelled or Major Fandom Angst Like John Makes Out With Teyla. Much like Captain Janeway of the Starship Voyager, fandom emotion doesn't seem to have too many settings. (Really! We've been watching Voyager on Spike, and Gira points out: "See that look on Janeway's face because her ship is about to blow up? EXACT SAME LOOK that time Lord Burleigh tried to kiss her in the holodeck.") So... eek? I'm really scared to look. *offers blind solidarity and love to all*

Also, I started going mental again, then I stopped, but I realized that I am a Terrible Horrible Friend For Not Realizing And Giving Everyone Everything They Could Possibly Want And Am Therefore An Awful Person (scaled back from mentalness and translated: I suck at keeping in touch when I'm this busy, and feel like I should be a better friend to those who are close to me). To appease the Horrid Guilt I feel when I think of all those livejournals I haven't been reading since I got this job:

1) You can defriend me if you want. Really. I mean, you always can, but consider this reassurance that I'm not going to throw a fit and cry, because I feel awfully bad that I'm cluttering up your friends page when I look at mine once a week (if the Gods of real estate school are being kind), and then I feel bad commenting because I've been so out of the loop that I don't know what's going on.

2) You can answer the following poll:

[Poll #908815]

Er, forgive the long post. ANSWER MY POLL, I command you!
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The Oregon governor also-ran from this past election is totally writing up a contract ten feet from my desk! We all kinda squinted at him when he came in all, we've seen you before, and he was all, probably from all the campaigns on teevee [where people slung mud and such], and we were all, ooooh! Because it is rare people crawl out of the teevee and buy condos from us.

And Gabe Kapler is retiring, which isn't actually political at all. GAAAAAAAAAAABE!

Nothing else of interest happened today.

joy me!

Oct. 10th, 2006 04:31 pm
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So I was totally going to post a flail-y post from work all "omg I am still sick and I am scared of humans and there is too much work and I want to hide and die for am failure at life!", but then decided to try to manifest some joy instead!

Items of unexpected joy so far include:

Item 1: The developer made the construction general supervisor give me my VERY OWN VOLTAGE DETECTOR! It lights up and makes sounds and looks like a giant pen and EVERYONE IS JEALOUS.

Item 2: [livejournal.com profile] a_linz wrote some really cute CSI fic that I read before work for my new shameful pairing of fluff! (Nick/Sara. SHUT UP.) Scroll down to the very bottom for some vignettes of randomness and cute and then join my support group omg.

Item 3: I can print from my work computer now. Real printing! And SCANNING!

Thus far, the militant campaign of gleee has been most successful! Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to provide me with MORE JOY! Comment-spam, comment-ficlets, haiku, pictures of furry animals, random bits of gleee from your own day, mentions of nonsensical things you like...

Please? :)
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Last night, I was in a mosh pit at a Mormon Singles Mixer Dance in Lake O.
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I just got Viagra spam from Jesus.

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