featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Last week was the Week of Being Stupid About Money. I had to have a drumming track for Sunday's ritual (Shamanic Dumpster Diving), and discovered that I could get something pretty kick-ass from PayPlay, allegedly in a quick and painless manner. All I had to do was drop some money in my account and get the track. (Yes, I am aware that one can download absolutely anything for free somewhere on the internet. No, I'm not morally opposed to data piracy. Sometimes, though, when you need a particular thing on a very short timeline, it's easier to just pay for it.) So I drop $20 through paypal to this site. Paypal chokes on it and tells me the transaction didn't happen. I think I screwed up something in the process, so I go back and do it again. Same deal. Paypal chokes, no transaction happened. I give up in disgust, and drop $20 on the site specifically. Money goes through, I can buy the song I need, and have credit for other stuff. I get other stuff. I am happy.

However, when I went back to update my ledger, I discover that both $20 payments through paypal have indeed been debited from my account. I go to paypal to dispute the transaction. It is 'pending', so I can't dispute it. I sigh. By Monday, both $20 payments hit PayPlay, and I have vast amounts of credit on the site, but am $40 poorer than I expected to be.

Also, my mother sent me a check for $100. I put the check in my pocket. Later, when I was thinking of going to the bank, surprise, the check was gone. I look all over for it, nothing. Crap. I call Mom to thank her for the money, but tell her that I lost it. Ha! She says she'll just send it to me by Paypal. I think, Ha!. That was two days ago. Last night, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid found the check. My Paypal account shows nothing. Does this mean that she sent the money and it hasn't gone through, so I shouldn't cash the check? Or does it mean that she hasn't sent the money, and I should cash the check? Better call.

In other news, I'm totally envious of [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants' iPod. I have, up until this point, avoided interaction with large-capacity mp3 players, so have also avoided temptation. Alas. And they're not terribly expensive, either. I could have an 80-gig iPod for $249. Ludicrous. I don't even have 80 gig of storage on my entire PC. I mean, it's time to upgrade that, too, but still...
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Last week was the Week of Being Stupid About Money. I had to have a drumming track for Sunday's ritual (Shamanic Dumpster Diving), and discovered that I could get something pretty kick-ass from PayPlay, allegedly in a quick and painless manner. All I had to do was drop some money in my account and get the track. (Yes, I am aware that one can download absolutely anything for free somewhere on the internet. No, I'm not morally opposed to data piracy. Sometimes, though, when you need a particular thing on a very short timeline, it's easier to just pay for it.) So I drop $20 through paypal to this site. Paypal chokes on it and tells me the transaction didn't happen. I think I screwed up something in the process, so I go back and do it again. Same deal. Paypal chokes, no transaction happened. I give up in disgust, and drop $20 on the site specifically. Money goes through, I can buy the song I need, and have credit for other stuff. I get other stuff. I am happy.

However, when I went back to update my ledger, I discover that both $20 payments through paypal have indeed been debited from my account. I go to paypal to dispute the transaction. It is 'pending', so I can't dispute it. I sigh. By Monday, both $20 payments hit PayPlay, and I have vast amounts of credit on the site, but am $40 poorer than I expected to be.

Also, my mother sent me a check for $100. I put the check in my pocket. Later, when I was thinking of going to the bank, surprise, the check was gone. I look all over for it, nothing. Crap. I call Mom to thank her for the money, but tell her that I lost it. Ha! She says she'll just send it to me by Paypal. I think, Ha!. That was two days ago. Last night, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid found the check. My Paypal account shows nothing. Does this mean that she sent the money and it hasn't gone through, so I shouldn't cash the check? Or does it mean that she hasn't sent the money, and I should cash the check? Better call.

In other news, I'm totally envious of [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants' iPod. I have, up until this point, avoided interaction with large-capacity mp3 players, so have also avoided temptation. Alas. And they're not terribly expensive, either. I could have an 80-gig iPod for $249. Ludicrous. I don't even have 80 gig of storage on my entire PC. I mean, it's time to upgrade that, too, but still...
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (HR)
- When creating multiple-choice exams to support safety training, the answer choices for "What is our general procedure in case of an emergency?" should not include "D. When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout."

- Similarly, "True or False" questions are traditionally answered by "True" or "False", not "True", "False", or "True in some sense, False in some sense, and Meaningless in some sense".
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
- When creating multiple-choice exams to support safety training, the answer choices for "What is our general procedure in case of an emergency?" should not include "D. When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout."

- Similarly, "True or False" questions are traditionally answered by "True" or "False", not "True", "False", or "True in some sense, False in some sense, and Meaningless in some sense".
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (giant squid)
This morning, I took out my checkbook to write a mortgage check. I placed it lovingly on my desk at home, saying to myself, "Self, there's no reason to carry around a checkbook." I later picked up my paycheck, and dropped it in the bank. I thought briefly about pulling out some cash, and I said to myself, "Self, you can buy everything you need with your bank card." I went to the store and picked up lunch and a few other things, and passed up the opportunity to take out 'cash back'.

And then. I arrive in my office, where the gentleman from whom I was supposed to buy benefit tickets is waiting for me, with the tickets. And I say to myself, "Crap!". Ah, but there's a bank ATM across the street. "Hold on," I say. "I'll go get your money. And I hop out the door, into a world which is suddenly filled with cold wind and rain. WTF? It was sunny just 20 minutes ago. I suppose it's my own fault, but at the moment, I'm soaked to the effing skin. I did get the tickets, though. And now, I'm going to have some tea. (Hot, no sugar, in case [livejournal.com profile] matchgirl42 is reading.)
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
This morning, I took out my checkbook to write a mortgage check. I placed it lovingly on my desk at home, saying to myself, "Self, there's no reason to carry around a checkbook." I later picked up my paycheck, and dropped it in the bank. I thought briefly about pulling out some cash, and I said to myself, "Self, you can buy everything you need with your bank card." I went to the store and picked up lunch and a few other things, and passed up the opportunity to take out 'cash back'.

And then. I arrive in my office, where the gentleman from whom I was supposed to buy benefit tickets is waiting for me, with the tickets. And I say to myself, "Crap!". Ah, but there's a bank ATM across the street. "Hold on," I say. "I'll go get your money. And I hop out the door, into a world which is suddenly filled with cold wind and rain. WTF? It was sunny just 20 minutes ago. I suppose it's my own fault, but at the moment, I'm soaked to the effing skin. I did get the tickets, though. And now, I'm going to have some tea. (Hot, no sugar, in case [livejournal.com profile] matchgirl42 is reading.)
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
[livejournal.com profile] kittenpants' laptop was temporarily unable to communicate with the network today. Luckily, I was able to fix it with my patented Computer Fixing Process:

1. Open everything that looks relevant.
2. Push shiny red candy-like buttons!
3. Close everything.
4. Reboot some things.
5. Get a screwdriver.
6. Wave it menacingly at the machine.
7. Push some more buttons.
8. Grin maniacally.
9. All fixed!

Seriously, I'm not sure if it's worse when something should work, but doesn't, or when it shouldn't work, but does.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
[livejournal.com profile] kittenpants' laptop was temporarily unable to communicate with the network today. Luckily, I was able to fix it with my patented Computer Fixing Process:

1. Open everything that looks relevant.
2. Push shiny red candy-like buttons!
3. Close everything.
4. Reboot some things.
5. Get a screwdriver.
6. Wave it menacingly at the machine.
7. Push some more buttons.
8. Grin maniacally.
9. All fixed!

Seriously, I'm not sure if it's worse when something should work, but doesn't, or when it shouldn't work, but does.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
I just discovered/remembered/became aware that when I moved from Jacksonville to Kansas City (that was in 2001, for those of you keeping track), I never closed my old bank account. I wonder if I had any money in it. I wonder if I can close it out without remembering the account number. I bet the answer to both of those questions is No, but it's worth a shot. I sent them an email asking what information I would have to provide. I can give them my old ATM card number, since I discovered that the other day, but I bet that won't do it. Maybe I have some Really Old Checks in my files.

Also, there is no mood icon for 'stupid'. Don't people on LJ ever feel stupid?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
I just discovered/remembered/became aware that when I moved from Jacksonville to Kansas City (that was in 2001, for those of you keeping track), I never closed my old bank account. I wonder if I had any money in it. I wonder if I can close it out without remembering the account number. I bet the answer to both of those questions is No, but it's worth a shot. I sent them an email asking what information I would have to provide. I can give them my old ATM card number, since I discovered that the other day, but I bet that won't do it. Maybe I have some Really Old Checks in my files.

Also, there is no mood icon for 'stupid'. Don't people on LJ ever feel stupid?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Baphomet...who?)
List of the day: Top Five Really Nifty Things I'm Not Going To Do, Because I'm Already Too Damned Busy. (You can do them, though, if you like.)

1. Steampunk my keyboard. Even if I do have an extra M-type "clicky" IBM keyboard in the office. (Make the noise! I live for the noise!)
2. Organize the Kansas City Drinkin' and Discussin' Weird Shit Society, in honor of my failure to organize a Drinkin' and Discussin' Weird Shit Evening in honor of the passing of Robert Anton Wilson.
3. Write "The Kaballah of Household and Personal Services". ([livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and I were driving last night and pulled up next to a van labeled "Adonai Beauty Salon", or some such thing. Discussion ensued of whether that was an appropriate godform for hairdos, and if there were appropriate godforms for other service agencies, say, pest control. The hairdo one broke down in an impasse: are hairdos related to Kether, the Crown? Or are they a function of Tiphareth, Beauty? Does it make a difference if they are Really Big Hairdos, with glitter in?)
4. Organize a zombie flashmob.
5. Join the Science Scouts. Even to earn the "inappropriate nocturnal use of lab equipment in the name of alternative science experimentation / communication" badge.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
List of the day: Top Five Really Nifty Things I'm Not Going To Do, Because I'm Already Too Damned Busy. (You can do them, though, if you like.)

1. Steampunk my keyboard. Even if I do have an extra M-type "clicky" IBM keyboard in the office. (Make the noise! I live for the noise!)
2. Organize the Kansas City Drinkin' and Discussin' Weird Shit Society, in honor of my failure to organize a Drinkin' and Discussin' Weird Shit Evening in honor of the passing of Robert Anton Wilson.
3. Write "The Kaballah of Household and Personal Services". ([livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and I were driving last night and pulled up next to a van labeled "Adonai Beauty Salon", or some such thing. Discussion ensued of whether that was an appropriate godform for hairdos, and if there were appropriate godforms for other service agencies, say, pest control. The hairdo one broke down in an impasse: are hairdos related to Kether, the Crown? Or are they a function of Tiphareth, Beauty? Does it make a difference if they are Really Big Hairdos, with glitter in?)
4. Organize a zombie flashmob.
5. Join the Science Scouts. Even to earn the "inappropriate nocturnal use of lab equipment in the name of alternative science experimentation / communication" badge.

Excitement!

Feb. 7th, 2007 02:46 pm
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (amazing isn't it)
There seems to be something really large on fire a little bit south of here. It must be just on the north side of the river. The Weasel says it's a chemical plant, but I'm a little uncertain about how he knows that, and he is, after all, a Weasel. There's a ginormous column of blue smoke in the air, filling most of what one can see from the front door of my office. Of course, everyone ran out the door to look at it. So I'm sure we're all breathing in some sort of toxic, or at the very least, mutagenic chemical. So that's fun. I'll let you know if I turn into anything weird. Unless, you know, I turn into something weird that can't type. Then you're S.O.L.

In other news, Vickipedia! That cracks me up, which should tell you something about the absolute wretchedness of my sense of humor.

Excitement!

Feb. 7th, 2007 02:46 pm
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
There seems to be something really large on fire a little bit south of here. It must be just on the north side of the river. The Weasel says it's a chemical plant, but I'm a little uncertain about how he knows that, and he is, after all, a Weasel. There's a ginormous column of blue smoke in the air, filling most of what one can see from the front door of my office. Of course, everyone ran out the door to look at it. So I'm sure we're all breathing in some sort of toxic, or at the very least, mutagenic chemical. So that's fun. I'll let you know if I turn into anything weird. Unless, you know, I turn into something weird that can't type. Then you're S.O.L.

In other news, Vickipedia! That cracks me up, which should tell you something about the absolute wretchedness of my sense of humor.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (crazy like a fox)
The whole thing seemed pretty innocent at the time. I was just going to go over to Meetup.com, and put Gaia's Games Night on the list as a Board/Card Game Meetup. That was it. Of course, to do that, I had to get an account. And then, I thought, while I'm here, I'll just poke about and see if there's anything interesting going on in Kansas City...

Suddenly, without stopping to consider, I was signing up for all kinds of things. Pagan meetup, environmentalist meetup, neurolinguistic programming meetup (what does that even mean?). And then, in the next breath, Kansas City Speculative Fiction Writers' meetup. They meet regularly. They critique each others' work. They have a meeting this Thursday. One of them sent me a personal note explaining the process and asking me to come.

So I say to myself, "What the hell am I thinking? I do not need another regularly scheduled meeting, even if it would be fun and might help! I am on The Crack!". But I'm thinking of going anyway. I have this problem. I see things, I think "Oh, yes, that sounds like fun, I will do that!", and then, here I am, with no free time and seventy-twelve commitments still to fulfill. I have Helium Hand.

And then, last night, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid says to me, "We want you to serve on the Nominating Committee for Gaia next year." And I say, "Why? I don't want to be on the Nominating Committee, and besides, I suck at it." He says, "Because you've been around forever, you know everybody, and you've been on every committee we have, so you know what they need." I protest. "I have not been on every committee!" He says,"Name one that you haven't served on." I say, "Caring." For some reason, everybody laughs.

So that's my sad story. Also, while I was on the Meetup.com website, I noticed that Kansas City has a large number of people who say they are interested in a group about shyness and social anxiety. But nobody's called a meeting about it yet. Ha. I think if they did, I might go. Except, you know, I'm shy. :/
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
The whole thing seemed pretty innocent at the time. I was just going to go over to Meetup.com, and put Gaia's Games Night on the list as a Board/Card Game Meetup. That was it. Of course, to do that, I had to get an account. And then, I thought, while I'm here, I'll just poke about and see if there's anything interesting going on in Kansas City...

Suddenly, without stopping to consider, I was signing up for all kinds of things. Pagan meetup, environmentalist meetup, neurolinguistic programming meetup (what does that even mean?). And then, in the next breath, Kansas City Speculative Fiction Writers' meetup. They meet regularly. They critique each others' work. They have a meeting this Thursday. One of them sent me a personal note explaining the process and asking me to come.

So I say to myself, "What the hell am I thinking? I do not need another regularly scheduled meeting, even if it would be fun and might help! I am on The Crack!". But I'm thinking of going anyway. I have this problem. I see things, I think "Oh, yes, that sounds like fun, I will do that!", and then, here I am, with no free time and seventy-twelve commitments still to fulfill. I have Helium Hand.

And then, last night, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid says to me, "We want you to serve on the Nominating Committee for Gaia next year." And I say, "Why? I don't want to be on the Nominating Committee, and besides, I suck at it." He says, "Because you've been around forever, you know everybody, and you've been on every committee we have, so you know what they need." I protest. "I have not been on every committee!" He says,"Name one that you haven't served on." I say, "Caring." For some reason, everybody laughs.

So that's my sad story. Also, while I was on the Meetup.com website, I noticed that Kansas City has a large number of people who say they are interested in a group about shyness and social anxiety. But nobody's called a meeting about it yet. Ha. I think if they did, I might go. Except, you know, I'm shy. :/
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (amazing isn't it)
I just cut my tongue on a peppermint. It's possibly the stupidest injury I've ever had. It's well beyond ordinary stupid, the sort of stupid you don't admit to. It's gloriously stupid, the sort of thing that you have to go tell other people about because you can't believe you ever did anything so stupid.

But what do you expect on a Monday, especially when the preceeding weekend included so little rest? Friday night was gaming night, and saw the end of a year+ D&D campaign. I'm hoping to transitions my character into some other game -- I enjoy these occasional instances of getting to behave like a tiny 12-year-old sorceror with mild autism and a tendency to turn into an eight-foot-tall, four-armed gorilla monster at the worst possible moments. It's good for the soul.

Saturday was full of ritual prep. I should have gone to [livejournal.com profile] fyreseer and [livejournal.com profile] akaashben's housewarming party, but had so much ritual prep to do that I couldn't party in good conscience. Stupid conscience. It's probably just as well. I have all the social ability of a mildly autistic four-armed gorilla monster (it's a theme!) and I needed it all for Sunday's ritual.

Sunday was Gaia Community's Yule ritual, which was not an all-singing, all-dancing ritual extravaganza with a cast of thousands, but desperately wanted to be. It felt like a good ritual, and I hope people experienced it that way. The symbolism was awfully simple, and I was hoping it would come off in that way where the simple things are the most profound, instead of the way in which things just feel facile. No way to tell, really. I did make it through all of my speaking parts without swearing, which I thought was a meaningful accomplishment. In my personal practice, it's perfectly fine to address a rude word to a deity or to proclaim dirty poetry to them, provided it's accurate to the deity in question and their qualities, but I understand that's not the usual expectation. I'm working on it.

And now, two days of work, and I'm off for vacation. Life is rough.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
I just cut my tongue on a peppermint. It's possibly the stupidest injury I've ever had. It's well beyond ordinary stupid, the sort of stupid you don't admit to. It's gloriously stupid, the sort of thing that you have to go tell other people about because you can't believe you ever did anything so stupid.

But what do you expect on a Monday, especially when the preceeding weekend included so little rest? Friday night was gaming night, and saw the end of a year+ D&D campaign. I'm hoping to transitions my character into some other game -- I enjoy these occasional instances of getting to behave like a tiny 12-year-old sorceror with mild autism and a tendency to turn into an eight-foot-tall, four-armed gorilla monster at the worst possible moments. It's good for the soul.

Saturday was full of ritual prep. I should have gone to [livejournal.com profile] fyreseer and [livejournal.com profile] akaashben's housewarming party, but had so much ritual prep to do that I couldn't party in good conscience. Stupid conscience. It's probably just as well. I have all the social ability of a mildly autistic four-armed gorilla monster (it's a theme!) and I needed it all for Sunday's ritual.

Sunday was Gaia Community's Yule ritual, which was not an all-singing, all-dancing ritual extravaganza with a cast of thousands, but desperately wanted to be. It felt like a good ritual, and I hope people experienced it that way. The symbolism was awfully simple, and I was hoping it would come off in that way where the simple things are the most profound, instead of the way in which things just feel facile. No way to tell, really. I did make it through all of my speaking parts without swearing, which I thought was a meaningful accomplishment. In my personal practice, it's perfectly fine to address a rude word to a deity or to proclaim dirty poetry to them, provided it's accurate to the deity in question and their qualities, but I understand that's not the usual expectation. I'm working on it.

And now, two days of work, and I'm off for vacation. Life is rough.

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