derien: It's a cup of tea and a white mouse.  The mouse is offering to buy Arthur's brain and replace it with a simple computer. (Default)
( Sep. 1st, 2011 08:01 pm)
I should put a bookmark right here
and save it for winter, when a sunny afternoon is cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey.

Sorry I don't seem to have much to say during the week and I just want to hide in a dorky comic. Work is kind of wearing me out. In the weeds isn't the half of it, I'm up the creek without a paddle, totally at sea, and I'm not sure I'm even keeping my head above water. Can you think of any other boat related phrases? Because my Dad named me after a boat he said always rode out the worst weather. :) I was headed out to a medical appointment yesterday, a little late and way too caffeinated, and the not-boss got in my way asking me questions about where we were on this and that and why I hadn't done something else over the weekend, and I told him it was because there hadn't been anyone here who needed that training on Sunday and hadn't he had me doing fifteen other things?

"I'm doing my best, but there's only one of me! Only one!"

"You got that right," he said. But he got out of my way.

Today I said I was sorry if I'd seemed a bit snappish, but he brushed it off. I think we're on the same page about all this. I'm getting stuff done, it's just that there's so much. He says he's reminded the Big Guy that another person at my level was supposed to have been hired months ago and that it's ridiculous to expect me to do everything alone.
derien: It's a cup of tea and a white mouse.  The mouse is offering to buy Arthur's brain and replace it with a simple computer. (Default)
( Mar. 24th, 2007 09:55 pm)
(found via [ profile] camwyn)

What can one draw with the mouse?  This is intended to be the view from the house I grew up in, with a path because that's what the instructions instructed.  The analysis says that ... 'My friends and associates should generally find me a dependable and trustworthy person. I'm a direct and forthright person. I like to get to the core of the issue right away, with few signs of hesitation.  I'm creative, mentally active and industrious.  I feel morose and am prone to lethargy."

Um.... pretty much, I guess. 

drawing personality

What does your drawing say about YOU?
cut for dorkiness - the great teaspoon/Tablespoon debate )
ETA The Third: Okay, consider the evidence in. [ profile] lemondropgirl referenced Google, [ profile] mec407 weighed in with his Betty Crocker and Better Homes and Gardens cookbooks from the 50s and 60s, and [ profile] camwyn has added the testimonial of her textbook from Food Prep and Hospitality Management 101 and 102.

And the conclusion is - [ profile] derien and [ profile] eor are complete dorks. As everyone always expected, right? :)

ETA the Fourth: The only explanaition I can find for the fact that our Tablespoon measure appeared to agree with our belief is that our psychic (or possibly psychotic) fields actually changed the size of the measuring spoon to match our belief. ;)

ETA the Fifth (2013!) The last measuring spoon set we bought actually had 2 different "Tablespoons" in it: One is 15 milliliters, the other is 20 milliliters.

and a Sixth ETA Eor says he and I have discussed the fact that the 20mil Tablespoon is Australian. I didn't remember that.
derien: It's a cup of tea and a white mouse.  The mouse is offering to buy Arthur's brain and replace it with a simple computer. (Default)
( Jul. 22nd, 2006 04:50 pm)
My Mom left two little cans, the size of energy drinks, in the fridge, and [ profile] eor decided, today, that I should get rid of them.  By drinking them.  My first reaction was "Pine bud?  Who wants to drink something that tastes like pine buds?"  My second reaction was, "It's like drinking Pinesol!"  I've taken several sips and can't get used to it.  But just now it dawned on me that if I liked gin I might like this drink.  If I could obtain the other ingredients of a Long Island Iced Tea I might be able to make this work. 

Can you tell I hate wasting food?

([ profile] camwyn, I haven't forgotten about the Six Things About Me meme, I'm working on it.  It's hard for me to think of six things about myself.)

Also, I have an uncanny ability to go outside just when the rain decides to get heavy, so now three pounds of potatoes are drying on our table.  I walked a few blocks away to get more potatoes so we could have scalloped potatoes and chicken parm, because, with the rain, it's cooled off enough to run the oven. :)
It's a lovely morning, so I went for a little walk - and still I had to convince myself to leave my computer by telling myself I'd get a coffee while I was out.  What's wrong with me?  I should enjoy the fresh air just for it's own sake. 

And of course when I got back here I immediately opened up LJ again.  I told myself I was getting into the shower and then doing dishes and going to work, but no.  I started singing "Dragonstea Din Tei" and wanted to look at the Wiki page about it so that I could check how far wrong I had the words, but then as I logged into LJ I noticed that they have a link on the public login/make yourself an LJ page called "latest posts" - it's down there to the right next to the orange button that says 'XML,' see it?  Anyway, perusing the recent posts assures me that most posts which aren't in Cyrillic are unreadable because they're in very bad English or just talking about stuff nobody is interested in.  Or they're random pictures.  But, hey, these are people's journals, I shouldn't expect more out of them, right?  It just makes me happy that I've got people on my f-list who write about things I AM interested in. ;)  (*ignores the obvious logic that she's interested because these are the lives of people she likes*). 

*notices that every time she clicks the latest posts link again there's all different posts!* 



What was I doing? 
Yesterday it was hot, and busy enough at work that the air-conditioning was having trouble keeping up.  And almost as soon as we'd gotten started I went into period-cramps bad enough that I had to ask to go out back to the breakroom and get painkillers. 

Then I got yanked to do a quiz.  I only got 18 of 20 correct.  )

I also went to physical therapy for my shoulder )
Aaand, what else.  Oh, I made one of my co-workers blush, by telling her she should accompany me to get a haircut "because a good haircut would compliment your neck, and you have a lovely neck." :)  She's been quite flirty for a couple of weeks, which has been a lot of fun.  I'm not sure we're suited to each other, and I suppose she'll lose interest, soon, but in the meantime it's been very pleasant. :) 

She's actually the person I was mentoring in checked baggage )
Mom brought gazpacho soup for dinner, which of course made me think of Rimmer. :)   I ate a bowl and a half, so it couldn't have been all that bad.:) 

Okay, off to be productive.  (Right.)

ETA: (yeah, you could guess how productive I was going to be.)  This is great!  Photos of The Chap Olympics.
derien: It's a cup of tea and a white mouse.  The mouse is offering to buy Arthur's brain and replace it with a simple computer. (Default)
( May. 29th, 2006 09:35 am)
I hadn't cleaned out the spam in my yahoo email for a while, apparently.  Sometimes I like to scan down through, quickly, and note what the spammers are hitting on, currently.  A month or so ago it was Angelina Jolie, but she's faded out to be replaced by 'bisexual.'  "Bisexual man picture" is a popular subject line, which made me chuckle.

"They've managed to get photos of the elusive bisexual man," I commented to Eor. 

"That's not spam," he replied, "That's from that anthropology list you joined.  They had to send an expedition into deepest, darkest Manhattan."
There is truly something wrong with my brain.  I wrote half the first paragraph last night, and the rest in the past hour.  If you read the answers to my pairings meme, you know where this is going...

(ETA over a year later to add a title...)
Title: Flight, Part 1 of WIP.
Author: Derien Nada
Pairing: Honoria Glossop/Chewbacca
Summary: Honoria (from Jeeves and Wooster - Wodehouse) meets stranded traveller Chewbacca (yes, dammit, the Wookie from Star Wars), who's doing trade runs by himself since Han settled down to have babies with Leia.

The nav-com was acting up again. Chewie grumbled in frustration as he corrected the coordinates by hand )

Why oh why am I inspired to do things like this when I could be working on original fic, or even doing a pairing someone might actually WANT to read?  [ profile] eor has been dying for me to write Susan/Angua for EVER, and he outlined all kinds of stuff that make it make sense, and yet I want to write Chewbacca/Honoria Glossop (one of Bertie's fiances, from Jeeves and Wooster).  And Honoria's such a dyke!  A het pairing, even with a wookie, just doesn't make sense for her! 


derien: It's a cup of tea and a white mouse.  The mouse is offering to buy Arthur's brain and replace it with a simple computer. (Default)
Curried Goat in a paper cup


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