janegodzilla: (cthulhu like pie)
I got to tag along to Nate's D&D game last night, which was even more geeky and awesome than I could've possibly imagined. He was worried that I was bored out of my skull the whole time, since after a certain point in the evening I could barely keep my eyes open, but that's the sort of thing that happens when I sleep horribly (for some reason, I don't think I got more than thirty consecutive minutes of sleep all night on Monday -- I kept jerking awake in a disoriented panic, and then it would take me a while to fall back asleep again) and have to wake up before 6:00 am. At first, he thought I was using the "I wasn't bored, I was tired!" thing as a way to avoid telling him I hadn't enjoyed myself, but after we got back to his place and I literally fell asleep in the middle of our conversation, I think he was more inclined to believe me. Heh.

It was the weirdest thing. Before I slide into a really deep sleep, I hear what's going on around me and can even carry on conversations (which is something I find profoundly unnerving, actually -- I hate that I talk in my sleep), although they tend to be fairly incoherent conversations full of non sequiturs. Last night, I zonked out while we were discussing character classes, and I blearily asked him if he'd seen The Life Aquatic, and if so, did he like it? At his confused, "Hang on, what?", I jerked awake and stared at him, completely disoriented.

"You mean we weren't just talking about Steve Zissou?"

"Uhhh...no, not so much."

"Oh." And then, feeling a bit lost, I just sort of blinked at him until he started laughing and declared that he was putting me to bed, because apparently I hadn't been kidding about that "really freakin' exhausted" thing. I think I passed out less than a minute after my head hit the pillow. Lucky for me, he found the whole thing endearing as opposed to weird, so thank goodness for that.

Anyway. There's a possibility that I might get to actually join the game, which I think is completely and utterly awesome. I haven't played a tabletop RPG since the Shadowrun group I was in fell apart after my freshman year of college. We'd kept it going for a good year, but we'd started the summer we graduated and it got harder and harder for us to meet up back in Vancouver to play, and eventually we just had to let the whole thing go. But it was fun, that's the main thing I remember, and Nate's group seems pretty great. They were all cool with me being there, which was nice, and I like the overall mix of characters, combat, adventuring, and roleplay.

Hooray! Yet another thing to be nerdy with him about!

Seriously, it's awesome dating a geek. We've had conversations about Kingdom of Loathing that have lasted HOURS. *happy sigh*
janegodzilla: (strut strut strut)
Easter was fun. I did the family thing with my parents and decorated eggs, which is something I haven't done since I was, I don't know, nine. Apparently, some part of me is still nine, because decorating eggs is fucking awesome.

Me: Woo, check this out! Two colors on this sucker! Yeah!
Parents: ...how old are you again?

In other news, I still love dinosaurs and coloring books, and I can't help but giggle hysterically anytime someone says the word "penis". BECAUSE I'M NINE.

Heh, anyway. I'm mildly bummed out that I didn't get a chance to talk to Nate at all yesterday, since his goofy schedule means I probably won't be able to hang out with him until tomorrow or so. On the plus side, though, the whole "several days interlude" thing means it's always really awesome when I do get to see him, which is how I imagine my cat Ivan feels every day when I get home from work. Because...eight hours is like three days in cat time? I don't know. I suspect he spends most of the day sleeping anyway, so perhaps the whole thing is just an act so I'll give him belly rubs when I get in.

Sneaky beast.
janegodzilla: (coffeeeeeeeeee)
Today's turning out to be a pretty good day. It's cake day, for one thing. I fucking love cake day, because the cake on cake day is free, and free cake -- especially free and delicious cake -- trumps just about everything. Mmm. Cake.

Also, I'm going over to Nate's tonight to watch the first Hellraiser movie, and while I still can't figure out if this is technically a date (I couldn't really figure out if Saturday was either), I'm sticking to my prior assertion that I'd be happy with him as a friend and not necessarily anything more. I'd PREFER the something more, true, but we'll see how it goes. As per usual, I'm excited and anxious to the point of vague nausea, although I get anxious to the point of vague nausea over plenty of non-date-related things as well and I can only hope it's something I'll grow out of eventually.

On the "not so great" front, I just found out I'm going to have to sink another two hundred dollars into my car. The dash lights and electrical systems have gone a little wonky, so...bye-bye, two hundred dollars. *sigh* It would be nine hundred if I fixed the stuff currently wrong with the transmission, but they said I might still get another two years out of her if I decided to leave things the way they were, so that's what I'm going with. She's sixteen years old -- at this point, I don't think repairing the transmission is going to do much good when everything else is falling apart.

Still, it kind of sucks. My family's owned this car since new, and I've definitely developed a soft spot for her. Also, I can't afford to buy a new one, so it's no more car for me when she finally does decide to call it quits.
janegodzilla: (cthulhu like pie)
Whew! Home! I did the dinner and Oscars and laundry thing over at my parents' tonight, which was awesome of them. Our new deal is that if I buy the laundry supplies and make dinner for them every once in a while, then I can do laundry (free! free laundry!) over there whenever I want. My parents = ♥!

Earlier this afternoon, I did coffee and Powell's with Sean, who was the first guy I'd started talking with. The one with the kids? He's awesome and sweet and crazy-intelligent, and I liked him enormously, but...I'm not remotely attracted to him. I always feel guilty when that happens, although I don't know why. It's not like I can help it. Anyway. It ended on a pleasant enough note. He told me to call him if I ever want to hang out more, so...I don't know. I'd never want to be anything more than friends with him, so maybe it's best to just leave things at that.

On a slightly more weird note, I think the barista guy at the place we got coffee was flirting with me. He even made a smiley face out of chocolate in the bottom of my mocha, which -- while adorable and flattering as hell -- was also kind of awkward considering that I was there on a date with someone else. XD WTF, Portland.

So! I know a few of you asked how things went with Nate the nerdy accordion-playing chef last night, so here are all of the wonderfully awkward details. )
janegodzilla: (sasha sez "read")
I had a weird moment today where I realized that there was paranoid, and then there was paranoid, and one of my slightly belated resolutions should be to stop being such a freak all the damn time. [/cryptic] I always think the worst about things sometimes, and I really need to cut that out.


I should be writing right now, which is why I'm downloading music and gleefully reading everything at the TV Tropes website instead. This site is the most entertaining and informative internet time-waster I've found thus far. Fuck internet Sudoku -- this is way more fun. Wait! I still love you, internet Sudoku! Don't leave me! I keep trying to tell myself that the TV Tropes reading counts as research, but the rest of me isn't convinced. I tried the same thing when I was in college and I spent hours reading stuff on Snopes.com, and I wasn't that successful then, either.

Favorite trope of the moment: The Rule of Cool. The current project I'm working on is based almost entirely on this principle, so I've got a bit of a soft spot for it. Heh.


Jan. 16th, 2008 08:56 pm
janegodzilla: (gettin' my hot cocoa on)
So...that Vicodin stuff. )

Okay. Enough of that.

Lately, the firm has been sending me out to these little technology seminars being given at various other law firms around town. I'm not sure why I'm the person they decided to start sending to these things, but I'm certainly not complaining. It gets me out of the office for one to three hours, I'm learning some interesting things about hardware and software trends, and I get to write memos about the seminars when I get back.

Memos! MEMOS! :D

I realize my genuine delight in memo-writing unequivocally labels me the dorkiest dork in Dorksville, but honestly...I'm the kind of person who loves to take notes, and I'm the kind of person who loves making lists. These memos? Are my notes distilled into list form. FUCKING A. I LOVE THAT SHIT. I can geek out to my heart's content and gleefully blather on about how hardware/software use differs depending on the firm size, and I can look at how change theory affects things, and examine the potential impact on our firm, and while there are only two people here who honestly give a shit...they're the ones sending me to these seminars. So. It all works out!
janegodzilla: (NOTHING IS WRONG I SWEAR)
This? Broke my spleen. I'm still giggling over it, because I'm an idiot and think this shit is funny as hell. XD
janegodzilla: (EEEEEEEEEEEE!)
I'm currently reading a biography of Nikola Tesla, and it turns out that he and Mark Twain were super-BFFs.

I have no idea why this makes me as happy as it does.

janegodzilla: (boys in foxholes)
I thought I was going to be more upset about having to go back to work today after the mini-vacation of the past four days, but half the office was still on vacation, and the owner of the firm bought lunch for those of us who were there, because -- as he put it -- we bothered to show up in the first place. I'm all about any situation that nets me free food, so I was pleased.

Christmas was spent at Mom and Dad's, with Ivan along so he wouldn't get lonely (my cat has serious abandonment issues, and leaving him alone for four days was most emphatically Not On). I baked scones and convinced my folks that Die Hard is, in fact, a Christmas movie, and the whole thing was just really fun and pleasant and the most relaxing Christmas I've had in a good four years. To those who had good holidays, I'm glad everything went well, and to those who had a more stressful time of it, I hope things have settled out now. <3

According to the weather people, it's supposed to snow tomorrow. I'm not entirely sure what to do with that information. Our weather people? Are wrong a lot. It's a weird regional thingummy, some confluence of various systems that makes everything susceptible to rapid shifts to the point where it's sometimes ridiculously hard for them to make accurate predictions, but...I can't help but think of last year, when they predicted "just a little snow," and half of the Northwest was shut down for two to three days in the resulting storm. It won't affect me as much this time around, since I don't drive to work anymore and everything worth getting to is within walking/streetcar distance (including Trader Joe's!), but I'm curious to see how it will play out. Really, the biggest thing I have to remember is to throw a woolly hat into my bag in case the trolleys are running late. Cold ears = cranky Kathleen.

Here's the ridiculous thing: my parents got me a little survival kit for Christmas, since I live on a hill in an old building in an older section of town, and the chances of the power going down or the pipes freezing or something similarly obnoxious occurring isn't outside the realm of possibility. There's a little first-aid kit in it, insulated packets of drinking water, K-rations, a wind-up flashlight, those nifty gel heating pads where you snap them to activate the heat...my mom is a former ER nurse and my dad is ex-military, so this is like they combined all of their survival and disaster knowledge and distilled it into handy, easy-to-use, fit-for-apartment-living form. I have a similar kit in my car, only instead of K-rations, it has flares and a space blanket. My parents are awesome.

So, of course, now that I've just received this glorious little survival kit, there's a sick, sad part of me that wants us to get hit with a major snowstorm so that I have an excuse to use it.

Insulated foil packets of drinking water! And iodine tablets in case I run out and have to melt snow or use rainwater or something! I love shit like this!

To put this all in perspective, I was the kind of kid who pretended to get "lost" on camping trips (read: hung around in huckleberry thicket a yard from the tent) so that I could build my own lean-to shelter and attempt to start a fire by rubbing two sticks together.
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I'm only halfway through my first cup of coffee, and I'm already bored out of my skull. There's nothing to do today. It's odd, because last week I barely had time to breathe, much less be bored, but that case settled and apparently that was the only major thing going on, because...damn. Things are slooooow. I was only able to bill about 1.7 hours yesterday, which utterly sucks -- on average, we're supposed to shoot for 5.5, and while we aren't penalized if we don't make our hours for the month, it circles back around to bite us in the ass come bonus time. The more hours you bill, the better your bonus.

Somebody needs to sue somebody else, dammit. I need work that I can bill to a client.

This isn't to say that I haven't been keeping myself occupied, but non-billable work is inherently more boring than billable stuff. To keep my brain amused, I've been figuring out how secure our building would be in the event of a massive zombie attack. Here's what I have so far:


EDIT: I have something to do! YES! It's a human Google project and is boring as fuck, but it's billable and it will probably take me all day, and that's all I care about at this point. Hooray, kinda!
janegodzilla: (bad robot!)
I just spent most of the drive to work lecturing my poor (and oh so tolerant) mother about the influence of Reagan-era "family values" rhetoric to 1980's horror films. I don't even know how I got to that topic in the first place! It...no, wait, yes I do. Conversation mapping time!

Current tv shows --> CSI --> I want the earlier seasons on DVD --> Mom: "Didn't we give you one for Christmas?" --> Me: "No, that was the first season of the X-Files" --> Shared nostalgia over how awesome the X-Files used to be --> Shared nostalgia over the awesomeness of the X-Files movie --> Wasn't Terry O'Quinn (Locke on Lost) the bomb squad guy in the beginning? --> Me: "Yup! He was also the bad guy in Stepfather" --> Mom: "???" --> Me: "*insert entire plot of the film here*" --> Mom: "Wow" --> Me: "Blah blah blah inversion of the traditional 1980's horror structure and defeat instead of triumph of the patriarchy and then vampires the Lost Boys Near Dark family values dorkity DORK DORK DORK"

And then we arrived at my building. XD

In conclusion: Stepfather is a kickass movie, and everyone should see it. THE END.
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I snagged the last cheese bagel from the break room.



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