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Challenge #10 in the Last Author Standing contest I'm in is now open for voting. Stories (there are six) and voting post can be found here.

The prompt this time was the word "alpha", and people took it in a number of interesting directions...

. . .

In other news: I am incredibly tired, and even though I am not yet quite finished sorting out all the assorted varieties of fail that resulted from upgrading a fairly large and complex client site from Drupal 5 to 6, I think I am going to have to go to bed early. Today's plans originally included editing work at my dad's place, laundry, and going to the Freaky Fountain launch party, but absolutely none of that actually happened. The laundry, at least, will happen tomorrow, I suppose. Right now I don't think I'm up for much more than walking Kiska, some rooibos tea, and bed.
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It's that time, folks - four weeks since the last one, rather than two, this time.

The entries for the latest challenge in the Last Author Standing contest, Original Fiction version ([livejournal.com profile] originalfic_las) can be found here, along with the voting post (I have belatedly realized that linking to the day in the community's archives gives you handy access to both posts in one place).

We are down to only six(!) entries now, which means, if I understand it all correctly, that after this one we will be in the final stretch where no one is allowed to use "skips" any more (basically, free passes that you get for various reasons that allow you to skip a challenge without being disqualified). I'm kind of pleased to have made it this far, considering that we started out with 52 entries in the first challenge. Though of course I am hoping to make it yet further... I guess we'll see.

Anyway: as before, voting is open to anyone with an LJ account, and no, I can't tell you which is mine (and would have preferred not to even if it was allowed, as I'd rather know that if I get votes, it's because people genuinely liked what I wrote, and not just out of loyalty). So: go read, go vote!

. . .

In other news, I have been in a huge work crunch for the past week or so, getting very little sleep - I am actually going to be going to bed shortly after posting this, and that will be the earliest night I've had in probably 9 or 10 days. And yes, it's 3:15 am. These days, getting to bed before the sun comes up feels like luxury.

Also, I would really appreciate it if my DSL connection would stop flaking out on me. All day today, it's been up and down like a yo-yo. Very annoying. Right at the moment it is down, but if you see this post timestamped tonight, you'll know it came up before I went to bed. If tomorrow, then apparently it didn't.

. . .

Also, random question: would anyone happen to know of any children's books with steampunk elements to them? By "children's" I don't mean "young adult" books written for teenagers, but books aimed at kids whose ages are still a single digit, and not necessarily a high one. The Lynxcub picked up a library book I had out recently which while geared toward adults, had a few illustrations sprinkled through it, and started asking me lots of questions about the pictures - in particular, about airships.

I did try just googling "steampunk children's books", but most of what I found was YA or at least geared toward considerably older kids than him. That said, he does sometimes like hearing stories that are meant for at least a somewhat older age range - I was able to read Alice in Wonderland to him - but there are limits. Among them, he still requires there to be interesting pictures in order for a book to hold his attention (preferably, at least one per double-page spread, otherwise he may get antsy and start trying to turn the page while I'm still reading).

So... any steampunk-ish books out there for younger kids?
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Note to self: when exhausted and massively short on sleep due to a brutal work crunch may not be the best of all possible times to keep compulsively reading news coverage about the situation in Haiti. One's usual emotional shock-absorbers are not functioning at full capacity in that state, and everything hits even harder than it ordinarily would, and I am the not the sort of person who can read stuff like that and remain unaffected even at the best of times.

Interesting article in the Toronto Star Underlying racism infects crisis response: study.

Unfortunately, the study's findings pretty accurately describe the mentality of a lot of the commenters on news stories on the Star site and elsewhere, which make me want to set people on fire. More so than I usually do, that is. Maybe one of my new year's resolutions should be stop reading the comment sections on news sites. Nothing good ever comes of doing that. Even when I can bring myself to post comments challenging all the reactionary crap that gets posted there, it feels like trying to stem a tidal wave of shit with a paper fan or something.

. . .

But in the vein of trying to do something constructive about the situation instead of just whimper and rock myself, this is a reminder that I am auctioning off three custom-written stories via the [livejournal.com profile] help_haiti community. One fairy-tale based, one mini-legend like the ones I've done in [livejournal.com profile] thousandcats, and one that's more or less anything goes.

Winning bidder on each one donates the amount of their bid to any recognized charity doing relief work in Haiti, and forwards a copy of the receipt. Only received one bid thus far (on the fairy tale), so I'm hoping to stir up a little more interest, so as to actually generate some useful amount of donations.

Note: if you do decide to bid, make sure you're clicking on the "Reply" link right under my comment with the offer, and not on the "Leave comment" link at the bottom of the comment thread, otherwise your bid will go in as a comment to the entire 3000-comment thread rather than coming to me specifically, and I'll never find it.

. . .

BTW, I'm finding the level of activity in that community to be really inspiring. There are hundreds and hundreds - maybe more like thousands - of things being auctioned, from books and stories to homemade cookies, souvenirs from all the different parts of the world that contributors to it live in (there's a lot of "A Box of [place name]" items that are basically collections of random stuff from the places in question - I was very tempted by the Box of Holland, which included stroopwafels among other things), graphic design and editing services, crocheted Cthulhus, PHP scripts and web hosting.

Yesterday, the moderator posted a request for people to translate the community FAQ & userinfo into other languages, and within just a few hours there were versions of it up in German, French, Spanish, Dutch, Polish, Japanese, Russian and Tagalog. A day later, that's been supplemented with Hebrew, Italian, Catalan, Welsh, Hungarian, Portuguese and Greek, and people are working on Korean and Chinese.

Note to self #2: more time perusing communities where people are coming together to do helpful and positive things, and less time looking at comments on news articles makes for a happier and more productive Lynx, with more faith in humanity.

. . .

In related news, I am delighted to report that I am still, for the moment, the top bidder for the crocheted dinosaur I want to get for Aidan.
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So I have now twice biked to a client's place near Pape & Gerrard, which is the longest distance I've done in a single stretch, apart from (I think) that one time I biked from [livejournal.com profile] foxesdaughter's place to Union Station along the waterfront trail late at night. And I've actually found it a pretty decent and enjoyable trek both times.

Although perhaps doing it today, after having had no sleep whatsoever the previous night, was unwise. Stayed up all night working on stuff, most notably finishing scanning a huge stack of portfolio samples for said client's web site (she's a copywriter), that I had to return to her today. Did briefly consider before departing that maybe major sleep deprivation and long bike rides on busy streets do not mix well. Discarded that notion as for the weak. :-) Still, no mishaps. There is nothing like the adrenaline of riding in traffic to make one feel much more awake than one otherwise might.

But contemplating the distance after the fact, it occurred to me to compare via Mapquest how far it was from my place to said client's place, and how far it would be to ride from my place all the way to Foxesdaughter's, as opposed to riding down to Christie station, taking the subway across to the east end, and then riding down from Main station.

Result: distance to client's place, 9.98 km
Distance to chez Foxes, 14.22 to 16.88 km, depending on route taken

That's not that much further... (she says thoughtfully, eying her bike)

Why yes, yes I am completely insane. Thank you for asking.

However, I think I am going to attempt to go to bed at a semi-reasonable hour tonight for a change. Despite having a big project due tomorrow. There is a level of tiredness beyond which you are good for nothing but playing Nethack and correcting people's English submissions on Livemocha, both of which are good low-stress brain candy, but neither of which pay the bills.

. . .

And in a random, semi-related note, I am so, so very happy that the Akiwenzies have returned to the farmers market near me. They are a small family-run fishing business from a Chippewa reserve on Georgian Bay, and they sell both fresh-caught and traditionally smoked fish from there, which is about as local fish as you will ever find in Toronto (I'm not sure I'd want to eat fish caught directly in the Toronto harbour, after all, what with the pollution levels there). They had been away all summer due to building a new smokehouse & fish-processing centre on their land, and last Saturday was their first day back.

I bought a big whitefish fillet from them on Saturday, and had then managed to almost forget it was there, until earlier this evening when I was really feeling the lack of sleep, with a combination of spaciness and unsettled tummy that made me feel like I really needed to eat something super-nutritious, but wasn't sure what, due to lack of being able to think. Then I remembered it, and it was like my whole brain just jumped tracks to "OMG fish fish fish fish FISH NOW FISH PLZ FISH FISH FISH!!!"I had originally thought that piece would do for three meals, but I baked the whole thing and ate a little over half of it in a single sitting, with some bulgur wheat and sauteed spinach (because dark leafy greens are the other thing I crave when tired or stressed).

So, so very good. And not just taste-wise, but in the way that feels like every cell in my body is turning little cartwheels of happiness from being inundated with a tidal wave of nutrients. I can seriously get very euphoric from eating things like that, especially when I was feeling tired or out of sorts before it.

And this is why despite being somewhat vegan-leaning in other respects, I have no desire to give up fish. My body just likes it entirely too much, and nothing else is quite the same. I don't know if it's the omega 3's, or B-12, or whether, as someone in [livejournal.com profile] necronomiphiles once claimed, I am secretly a Deep One. :-) I do dislike the excesses of commercial fisheries, though, and even when buying stuff that makes the sustainable seafood list, there's the whole carbon footprint thing to think about with having it flown in from somewhere near an actual ocean. So being able to actually buy lake fish caught somewhere nearby is incredibly happy-making.

. . .

Oh, and speaking of Deep Ones and related topics, [livejournal.com profile] kettunainen sent me the following link today: Miskatonic Valley Fine Art. All Lovecraft geeks must immediately check it out. Only two statues thus far, but they're really cool. I especially like the one of Shub-Niggurath.

. . .

I think I would like to go to bed NOW, actually. Though realistically I should at least answer a couple more e-mails...
misslynx: (brain dead)
I've been in a huge work crunch lately and have just done two consecutive all-nighters, at least if all-nighter is defined as staying up until the hours when most people are getting up, and then trying to squeeze in a few hours of sleep in the morning, as opposed to not sleeping at all.

As a result, I am not exactly brimming with energy. However... I am very definitely going to Funkasia tonight! It's been the highlight of Pride weekend for me ever since I discovered it, and more so now that I had a chance to get well and truly hooked during its brief duration as a monthly night last fall, and have been in withdrawal ever since.

More info at the web site I built for them: http://www.funkasia.ca
And on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/event.php?eid=96431205739
misslynx: (With Kiska (on couch))
It's practically gotten to be a running gag here by now, but I have yet another new nomination for Best Song Ever (yes, in addition to the 15 or 20 I've singled out for that honour already).

Tonight's Best Song Ever is "Motherfucker = Redeemer (Part One)", by Godspeed You! Black Emperor.

Words are not sufficient to describe the awesomeness of this song. I can't even really figure out what it is I like about it so much - it's a 21-minute instrumental full of oddly distorted guitars and some classical instrumentation as well, which has a really haunting, evocative feel to it... Maybe it's just perfect for my mood this late at night.

Song ending. Sleep now.
misslynx: (With Kiska (on couch))
  1. Apparently, I am sick again. Apparently it is not enough that I was sick for half of December with the cold that wouldn't die, it is now necessary that I be sick again in January.

    Specifically: slight cough yesterday, which turned into a more-than-slight cough by late evening. Went to be early-ish (by my standards, anyway) after some herbal cough tea, and woke up a few hours later due to more coughing. NyQuil, then back to sleep. In the morning: tried to say something to the cat, and no voice came out. Voice eventually came back after much more coughing, but it's still kind of raspy, though coughing seems to have diminished a bit now.

    I am sure this has nothing at all to do with the two all-nighters I ended up doing in the past week. I mean, just because I seem to get sick every time I get severely short on sleep, that doesn't mean there could be a connection there and I should stop doing it, does it? *sigh* I am reminded of that joke about the definition of insanity being doing the same thing over and over but expecting different results.

    Well, hopefully if I'm sensible and start getting enough sleep now I will be able to fend this thing off before it gets any worse, anyway. To which end, I am going to bed after I post this.

  2. Note to those who you who were interested in the Radical Business Intensive, the weekend-long marketing seminar for alternative & progressive businesses that I attended back in May and really enjoyed, it's coming back! On the weekend of Jan 29-Feb 1.

    This was a seriously cool event -- a definite change from any marketing event I've been to before, since at most of them I've felt like an alien. But Tad Hargrave, the guy who leads the RBI, was wearing a Utilikilt, made jokes about anarchism and Doctor Who, and referred to the event as "marketing for hippies", so for once I felt like I was learning cool business stuff while among My People. :-)

    Any of you who are in Toronto and run your own business in any capacity really need to check this out. Among the event's many virtues, it's pay-what-you-can, and you don't have to decide how much to pay until the end. It's also a great opportunity to network with other non-mainstream business owners.

    If you're not in Toronto, check out the announcement anyway -- he's got dates upcoming in a few other cities as well (Kitchener, Calgary and Red Deer, last I checked). And there are some articles and free downloads and what not elsewhere on Tad's site and blog that are useful no matter where you are.

  3. There were a couple of other things I was going to post but I have now forgotten what they are. That is probably a sign that it is time for bed.
misslynx: (With Kiska (in chair))
Well, let's see...
  • Marathon work binge involving very little sleep for a long time? Check.
  • Exposure to illness via small child? Check.
  • Hitting point of wondering just how long I can keep up the pace I was? Check.
  • Starting to get at least beginning cold symtpoms, though not too severe yet, and because they weren't severe, brushed them off for the most part and didn't ease up on my activity level as much as I should have? Check.

What do these things add up to?

The beginnings of a painfully bad cough last night, followed by waking up this morning feeling like death warmed over, with my lungs and head both feeling like they're packed full of some odd blend of cotton wool, sandpaper and industrial waste.

I pretty much knew this would happen, or at least was highly likely to happen. It's not like I haven't had this same pattern recur many times before. And I do not really meet the "doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results" definition of insanity - being only slightly insane, I usually do the same thing over and over while expecting most likely the same results, yet nonetheless holding onto that small shred of hope that says that maybe I'll get away with it this time... Clearly, I didn't.

Phoned my dad, told him I wouldn't be able to come do editing today, then crawled back into bed and didn't get up again until 2pm. Walked dog very briefly while still in pajamas (a long winter coat hides a multitude of sartorial sins).

Will probably not be doing much this weekend other than staying in, finishing what work I can during periodic bouts of semi-alertness, and wishing Khmer Thai has not chosen this particular time period to be closed for two weeks. I would kill for some Thai hot and sour soup right now, and the soups they make are gigantic concoctions that are more like stew than soup, with one order being big enough to make two full meals out of. Not to mention incredibly delicious. Well, there are other Thai restaurants in the area, even though they are not Khmer Thai and thus not the same damn it, so perhaps if I feel up to it later I will try and drag myself to one of those and get some takeout.

The most aggravating thing about Khmer Thai being temporarily out of commission is that I found this out by way of trying to phone in an order that [livejournal.com profile] cleasai was going to pick up and bring to me, along with dog food that I'd been meaning to buy earlier this week and hadn't gotten around to... Oh well, at least Kiska will be well fed.

And at least I will be getting some sleep. I actually sometimes find that I weirdly enjoy getting sick when I've been really busy and running myself ragged, because it forces me to take a break, and gives me a sound reason for doing so so that I don't feel like a slacker. So in a strange sort of way sickness = luxury. It's kind of like an unexpected vacation, but with much lower energy levels, and more coughing.
misslynx: (needs must)
I can has 36 hour day plz?

Or just stop time for a week or so while I get caught up. That would do it too...

Maybe more like a month.
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...Plus a few other random notes
  1. Aidan is now two weeks old, insanely cute, and mostly relatively non-fussy. He has his moods once in a while, but on the whole, much less crying than I would have expected.

  2. Also, much more sleeping. He only wakes up a few times most nights, and mainly just to nurse, though he also needs the occasional nighttime diaper change. [livejournal.com profile] optimystik and I are taking turns as to who sleeps in the bedroom with [livejournal.com profile] kettunainen and the baby and who sleeps in Optimystik's bedroom, so that the nighttime wakings are more or less evenly distributed... At least between the two of us.

  3. Sadly, Kettu is the only one equipped for the feeding, and thus gets most of the nighttime wakings whether she wants them or not. I did not do so well with the whole inducing lactation thing, largely because I was a slacker too busy to do as much pumping as I should have at the time when it would have been most useful.

  4. As if to compensate for not losing as much sleep as I'd feared, I have had killer insomnia for the past two nights, to the point of only getting about 3-4 hours sleep in 1/2-1 hour bursts punctuated by long periods of annoying wakefulness.

  5. In non-baby-related news, today's experiment has confirmed that even under conditions of extreme sleep deprivation, when one's ADD medication has completely failed to kick in to any noticeable degree, deciding to try and boost it with a cup of actual full-caffeine coffee is a less than stellar idea. On the bright side: it certainly worked. Big time. On the less bright side, if I ever do that again, I will make myself write out "CAFFEINE AND ADDERALL ARE NOT FRIENDS" 100 times or so -- once my hands stop shaking, I stop hyperventilating and my heart slows down. In the meantime, no one had better sneak up behind me and say boo. (Seriously, the uber-jumpiness only lasted about an hour, but it was decidedly un-fun.)

  6. Now back to the baby: Cut for potential ick factor )

  7. On the whole, a newborn baby is kind of like a cuddly human-shaped pet that mainly just eats (well, drinks), sleeps, looks cute -- and needs its portable litter box changed about 85 times a day. Kind of fun, really, apart from that last part, and I'm starting to be able to do that on autopilot.

  8. But may I say, the not-fun part of non-bio mommyhood is getting asked over and over (by doctors, nurses, random strangers, etc.) if I'm:
    1. her sister
    2. a friend
    3. her midwife/doula
    4. etc.
    I think I need to make a little button that says "NO, I'M THE OTHER MOTHER" or something.

  9. Now on a completely non-baby-related note, I have recently become aware that Within Temptation are going to be playing in Toronto on Sept. 11. I have not been to a concert of any sort (apart from the occasional classical one with my dad) in longer than I care to think about, and I love that band. Anyone else local planning on going?
And now: let's see if now that the weather has cooled off, I can actually get some sleep.
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One of these days I'm going to find time to post a real update again.

The quietness is not for lack of stuff happening in my life. Kind of the reverse, really.

I guess one of the things about impending parenthood is a mad desire to get as much stuff done as humanly possible while you still have something resembling the life you're used to.

But right now, sleep is calling.
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This isn't a whole lot of notice, but for you local folks, there's going to be a BPAL meet'n'sniff this Sunday at 3pm, at Java House on Queen St. (at Augusta, halfway between Bathurst and Spadina).

I aim to have everyone's CD III decants there, for those of you who joined my decant circle for that one.

. . .

In other news, What's that Japanese word for death by overwork again? )
misslynx: (Can't brain)
In the future, when working on Drupal sites, do not set the login block to show up only on admin pages, thinking that this will somehow give you a Joomla-like setup where you have to type in the admin URL to get to the login page, and the general public is not tempted to try to log in to something they shouldn't.

What in fact happens if you do this with Drupal is that you type in the admin URL, and get an Access Denied page telling you that you need to be logged in to access the page.

Which of course, you can't do, given that the page you need to be logged into access is now the only page from which you CAN log in.

On the bright side, I suppose this is by far the most secure CMS site I have ever set up. It's so secure that NO ONE can log into it. Including me.

ETA: yourdomain.com/user is your friend. Just not yourdomain.com/admin.
misslynx: (Can't brain)
Tons of things I want to post about, but not enough time for any of it. Maybe I'll catch up over the holidays... For now, just a few quick ones:
  1. The WCC Yule ritual last Sunday was amazing. In the 25 years I've been involved with that community, I can only think of a handful of public rituals that have had that kind of spine-tingling intensity that makes them still stand out in your mind a decade later, but I think this will definitely be one of those. It was an Egyptian mystery play, based on a myth in which Hathor leaves the House of Ra and Thoth is sent to find her and convince her to return, and the thing that made it really unique was that it was done almost entirely in music -- like a ritual opera. I had no idea we had such an array of incredible voices in this community... The music was gorgeous, and Thoth's final duet with Hathor was incredibly powerful and moving, especially when the whole circle gradually begain joining in on the refrain. I think I can safely say that was one of the top ten Best Rituals Ever.

  2. December has flown by at warp speed. We are leaving town on Friday afternoon and I have so much stuff I at least theoretically need to get done between now and then that even if I didn't sleep at all I still couldn't do all of it. I think there will be some apologetic e-mails to clients in the very near future, accompanied by promises of finishing everything when I get back into town...

  3. Speaking of not sleeping, I really don't handle all-nighters as well as I used to. Night before last I didn't go to bed until nearly 8 in the morning, and my attempts at giftmas shopping the next day were pitiful. I would walk into a store and stand there in the midst of bustling crowds, staring blankly ahead of me and trying to remember what I was doing there again. Anything requiring decision-making ability was a dead loss. I spent about 5 hours out and came home with two books, nothing else.

  4. Pray for Coal: The 10 Worst Toys of All Time is too funny, in a sick sort of way. Link courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] satyrblade. I think the home atomic energy kit is my personal favourite, though the finger-eating Cabbage Patch Kids are a close runner-up.

  5. We are going to a resort-ish place for Christmas with my father and stepmother, and one of my stepbrothers and his wife and kids. Nothing exotic, just a couple of hours from Toronto and normally a ski resort, but with our current absence of snow (apparently Colorado has stolen our winter), there won't be much skiing going on. Still, it sounds kind of equal parts exciting and nervous-making. More the latter, for [livejournal.com profile] taikakettu, who is very worried about food issues.

  6. This has also necessitated us getting nice pajamas and such to wear when dealing with family members early in the morning. I now have shiny purple pajamas and, as of today, also a new pair of slippers with are ridiculously girly -- white with fake fur trim and silver sparkles and rhinestones on them. They are all soft and furry inside, so it's kind of like walking around with me feet in furry pillows. Shiny sparkly furry pillows. I love them. But I think I just lost all my goth points in one fell swoop.

  7. Claribell is afraid of said slippers -- she seems to think they're some kind of weird animal, and watches them warily whenever she's in the same room with them, as though she thinks they might attack at any moment. And occasionally tries to sneak up on them and swipe at them with her claws -- only to end up fleeing down the hall in terror if some prankster happens to nudge the slippers so that they move a little... Not that any of us would ever do such a thing, of course.

  8. Everyone who likes pretty-smelling bath things, handmade soaps, etc. should check out http://www.faerytub.com immediately. Local (as in Toronto), scented with all natural essential oils, and clearly her web site was designed by someone fabulously talented. ;-)

  9. How, exactly, did it get to be 3:11 am, and what happend to all the stuff I thought I was going to get done before going to bed tonight?
misslynx: (Amber)
I've been meaning to post this article that I saw in the Toronto Star the other day:

Is sleep obsolete?
It all started with Thomas Edison's light bulb

The sleep expert they interview in there, Stanley Coren, is the author of the book Sleep Thieves, which I recommended here quite a while ago. The book is a pretty scary read, the article less so but still interesting.

Among the highlights of this article, we learn that chronic sleep deprivation:
  • Weakens the immune system (because you only produce T-cells while asleep)
  • Quantifiably lowers your IQ (one point per night that you only sleep seven hours, plus two more for every hour less than seven each night), and
  • Causes you to gain weight (because leptin, the hormone that tells you when you're full, is only produced while you sleep, so if you don't sleep enough, you don't know when you're full and end up overeating)
The sociocultural aspects are also interesting -- the way sleep seems to be seen as some kind of weakness or character flaw, and being able to get by without it as a virtue, even though it makes you worse at everything you do and has been a contributing to factor to things like Chernobyl and the Exxon Valdez spill.

And on that note, I intende to go to bed early tonight so as to produce many T-cells and hopefully nip this stupid cold in the bud.
misslynx: (Can't brain)
It's official: spammers are reading my mind. I must now go invest in a tinfoil hat.

Well, OK. Perhaps not really. But still...

Last night, as of about 3-4am, I was wrestling with a SQL query that just did not want to work. I had been able to figure out that it needed to be using some kind of funky JOIN command instead of just the old standard WHERE (i.e. SELECT this FROM that WHERE something = SOMETHING else), but SQL joins have always been a bit brain-hurty for me, and at that hour of the night, the difference between the different types was escaping me completely, and nothing I could turn up in Google was helping.

So, this morning I get up, and what is the first thing I see in my e-mail inbox? A message from a random-looking name with the subject "About Query".

My first thought, in my addled and not-yet-caffeinated state: did I post to some mailing list for help with that query, and then completely erase it from my mind? No, because mailing list messages always go into their own designated folders. Post on LJ about it? I don't think so. I'm pretty sure I posted nothing anywhere. So... some random person somewhere had a psychic flash that I was having trouble with an SQL query and decided to e-mail me?

I clicked on the message. It was, of course, spam. The title was completely random.

It did, however, contain the following delightful non-sequitur in the equally random text it used to get past my filters:
Glueless patches should be kept in your bag away from water or in a small bag. There are enough English-speaking blogs in this world.
I shall leave you with those words of wisdom. That, and the fact that once I'd had a decent night's sleep, I was able to recall that the last time I'd had join problems, I did e-mail a mailing list and the results of that are still saved in the folder for that list, so things are making more sense now. So I shall now attempt to focus on getting my query working, and not on glueless patches, the excess of English-speaking blogs in the world (blogs speak?), or the possibility that spammers are reading my mind.
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Right now, my three favourite words in the world are:


That is all.


Jun. 17th, 2006 11:21 pm
misslynx: (With Kiska)
9ICB has been really cool, if exhausting. I really wish we could go to the final half-day tomorrow, but we have a wedding to attend, which hopefully will also be an excellent thing.

Note to self: next conference, particularly next conference that you are speaking at in some capacity, do not (a) go into work overdrive for the last few days before conference trying to clear enough off your plate that you can spend a few days of non-work-time with a clear conscience -- if the result of that, plus insomnia caused by pre-conference nerves, is getting only an hour and a half of sleep the night before it starts. And if that somehow does happen again, do not follow it up by waiting to write up the notes for both your presentations until the night after that, resulting in a second night of not nearly enough sleep.

I was practically nodding out during the keynote speaker's talk today, and during the ad-hoc poly organizing meetup after the conference sessions ended, not because either wasn't interesting, but just because I was so exhausted. Got home at 8-ish, fully intending to go to [livejournal.com profile] crucible's and [livejournal.com profile] admirabilia's housewarming, but sat down on the couch to take my shoes off, then flopped down for "just a moment or two", and woke up hours later. Many apologies.

I really hope I sounded more together than I felt during my presentations today. [livejournal.com profile] taikakettu assures me that I did, but she could be biased. I think the first one, the panel discussion on sex-positive spiritualities I did with [livejournal.com profile] macnacailli and two other people, went pretty well, but I'm not so sure about the second, the online communities one. Only six people showed up, and by the end only three were left, one of whom I was married to.

Er... Maybe I should rephrase that. We were already married prior to the workshop; it didn't just happen by accident somehow during it. I like to think that even in my sleep-deprived state I would have noticed something like that.

And my grand technological plans for it were foiled -- I had forgotten the little adapter my iBook needed to hook up to the projector, and the login I'd been given for Ryerson's wireless network didn't work anyway.

On the bright side, I got to meet the creator of Jake the Rake, my favourite online comic strip ever, and find out that, while not likely to ever be revived, it at least has a new home on the web. A few of my favourite strips, for those new to it:

Identity Crisis
Parental Guidance

Going back to bed as soon as I finish a few things that need to be done for tomorrow, and take Kiska out for a pre-bedtime pee.
misslynx: (seal kiss)
Has anyone ever noticed how when you quit Word (at least on OS X), it briefly puts up a little box saying "Word is saving Normal"?

You've got to wonder, is the mythical Normal really so endangered it needs surreptitious action by Microsoft to save it? Are we weirdos really making so much headway in the world? And how exactly is Word saving it, anyway? Is it using the collective power of our CPU cycles to suppress deviance and re-establish normality in some way? Like a non-consensual version of the SETI program? And what methods is it using to accomplish that, exactly?

And most importantly, is there some kind of patch I can install to opt out of the rescue project and allow Normal to be eliminated by natural selection?

Wow. I should really go to bed.


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