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If the alarm is set to 6:30, which it is, and if it habitually goes off every nine minutes after the first alarm, which it does, then why is it that the first time I heard an alarm this morning was 6:43?

It's time for a new clock, methinks. The old one is moving to the Trickster/Chaos/Discordia altar.

In other news, thank you matchgirl42 for the birthday present! She sent me sonic bug repellers to ward off ass-biting spiders, a Jimmy Buffett CD, and an utterly fabulous card involving what nuns wear under their habits. :)

In further other news, it has just come to my attention that Alan Cumming is unbearably sexy.

Happy morning, everybody.

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If the alarm is set to 6:30, which it is, and if it habitually goes off every nine minutes after the first alarm, which it does, then why is it that the first time I heard an alarm this morning was 6:43?

It's time for a new clock, methinks. The old one is moving to the Trickster/Chaos/Discordia altar.

In other news, thank you matchgirl42 for the birthday present! She sent me sonic bug repellers to ward off ass-biting spiders, a Jimmy Buffett CD, and an utterly fabulous card involving what nuns wear under their habits. :)

In further other news, it has just come to my attention that Alan Cumming is unbearably sexy.

Happy morning, everybody.

Grumble grumble grumble, rah rah rah.

Things that are pissing me off:

1. Spoonfeeding the web to people who ought to know how to manage it. I am not a web genius, nor even especially web geeky. (My geekiness tends to occur in other areas.) Why then, must I spend a fair portion of my day explaining such esoteric concepts as blogs, dynamic content, and usenet to people whose eyes glaze over and who nod at random to imply that they're listening? Granted, my ability to do this is probably why I still have a job, which is a whole other issue, but jeebus.

2. Form over function. Still pissed because yesterday I spent two hours bloating a report to the point where the information it contained became so vague and/or inaccessible that the thing now is essentially useless. The reason we're getting paid to do this project is so that we can distill vast amounts of data into relevant information, not so we can impress the client with how much raw data we have.

3. Being asked what something is when it is obvious what it is. If I have to answer another question this week that comes in the form "What is this stack labelled _______?" when the phrase that fills in the blank is also the answer to the question, I may well be on the top of a nearby tower with a high-powered weapon by Friday.

I ought to post three things I'm pleased with, in order to provide balance, but they're not so much coming to mind. At least, things that are unique about today that I am pleased with are not coming to mind. This is one of those "count your blessings" days.

EDIT: Happy thing #1: Our hosting company just migrated the stats server program for one of our websites to a server that is *actually online*! So now, I can get site stats for all the sites! Yay!

Grumble grumble grumble, rah rah rah.

Things that are pissing me off:

1. Spoonfeeding the web to people who ought to know how to manage it. I am not a web genius, nor even especially web geeky. (My geekiness tends to occur in other areas.) Why then, must I spend a fair portion of my day explaining such esoteric concepts as blogs, dynamic content, and usenet to people whose eyes glaze over and who nod at random to imply that they're listening? Granted, my ability to do this is probably why I still have a job, which is a whole other issue, but jeebus.

2. Form over function. Still pissed because yesterday I spent two hours bloating a report to the point where the information it contained became so vague and/or inaccessible that the thing now is essentially useless. The reason we're getting paid to do this project is so that we can distill vast amounts of data into relevant information, not so we can impress the client with how much raw data we have.

3. Being asked what something is when it is obvious what it is. If I have to answer another question this week that comes in the form "What is this stack labelled _______?" when the phrase that fills in the blank is also the answer to the question, I may well be on the top of a nearby tower with a high-powered weapon by Friday.

I ought to post three things I'm pleased with, in order to provide balance, but they're not so much coming to mind. At least, things that are unique about today that I am pleased with are not coming to mind. This is one of those "count your blessings" days.

EDIT: Happy thing #1: Our hosting company just migrated the stats server program for one of our websites to a server that is *actually online*! So now, I can get site stats for all the sites! Yay!

Change of party/flaunt plans

Due to the fact that I'm an asshole, and unlucky to boot, the party will no longer be at McCoy's. They're having somebody's big company shindig there that night, and can't handle anybody any more than 8 or so in number. So meh.

Now I don't know where the party will be. Maybe it would be better for people to just come over to EHQ and we'll figure it out from there.

Bleh.

Change of party/flaunt plans

Due to the fact that I'm an asshole, and unlucky to boot, the party will no longer be at McCoy's. They're having somebody's big company shindig there that night, and can't handle anybody any more than 8 or so in number. So meh.

Now I don't know where the party will be. Maybe it would be better for people to just come over to EHQ and we'll figure it out from there.

Bleh.

What, anxiety?

New research identifies target for sleep and anxiety treatment.

Not like any of us need help in these areas.

What, anxiety?

New research identifies target for sleep and anxiety treatment.

Not like any of us need help in these areas.