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digitaldiscipline
digitaldiscipline... working 4x9 +4 on Saturday this week, so today was spent Not At The Office.
Last night (& much of the weekend, really) was a varied cavalcade of video game fun. According to UPS, my Xbox 360 should return from their service center this evening (obscure power supply failure caused it to go tits-up a couple weeks back). I'll give MS this, though - if your console is still under warranty, they offer good tech support & service. Did a few troubleshooting things during a phone call, after which the tech basically said, "Yep, it's toast. We'll fix it free of charge, and pay shipping both ways." The enclosed document (it arrived while I was typing this) says, "We had to send you a brand-new unit; here is a free month of Xbox Live on us, and we've gone ahead and registered this one under your name for you. Sorry for the inconvenience." Props to good customer service![1]
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This morning, things kicked off with Sleeping In (until 0645; oh, the decadence!), tarnished slightly by the discovery that one of our cats, in a fit of pique, peed somewhere it ought not have.
Realizing that, oh shit, it's only two weeks until we're being invaded by rampaging Hottentots (I'd managed to misplace a week), it became High Time To Clean The Damn Bedroom. That's one of those things that we've been fixin' to get to for quite a while now, but finally did. Lotta laundry, several bags' worth of t-shirts and assorted other clothes prepped for trash or donation (dude, I own a lot of goddamned black t-shirts... like, a pile two feet deep worth... and that's the ones in the "keep heap." Oi vey). Six hours' worth of labor and laundry have successfully unearthed portions of my house not seen since... well, let's not be coy here... shortly after I moved in. Heh.
There was the Cx announcement, which was obviously big news.[2] I promise that I won't turn into a one-note flute about it around here, but it is exciting. We want to do well by the community and show folks a good time, all the drama surrounding the selection notwithstanding. Do I think it will be easy? No. Do I think we can? Absolutely. If nothing else, the hubbub caused by the conflation of concerns has brought a lot of folks out of the woodwork, and I count a lot of them as friends I've missed, and to see the rekindling of the community's passions for the event strikes me as a bigger and better reward than getting to play co-host, to be quite honest about it.
K took our older female cat (Lamia) to the vet for an overdue appointment - she over-grooms due to what we can only assume is chronic dry skin, and the two-week delay in getting her back in meant she's been uncomfortable and has started licking her "pants" off somewhat. One cortisone shot and a fish oil and vitamin E food additive later, and we'll hopefully have a happier and more comfortable Mia-nut around the house.
Did lunch with K's former coworkers (mmmm, Sonic) and then failed to find a skillet, vacuum cleaner, or dresser at Target.
Returned to laundry and excavation, with an interruption for Advanced Cat Snuggling and an episode of, "Hey, hon, look at the old pictures of me/you/us I just found!" Several were kept, a handful were shuddered over and discarded (or stuffed deep into a cabinet from which their unexpected return will again be met with amused horror some unspecified time hence).
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K has just announced that We Need More Bookshelves. To free up space, can I interest anyone in most of the first hundred and ten issues of Maxim Magazine (beginning around issue 13), cheap? How about a Pentium III 800MHz PC? Twelve inch passive stereo subwoofer? How about head-sized cat-hair tumbleweeds? ;-)
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Here's hoping the Sabres pull their collective butts outta the fire in Ottawa tonight, assuming the zebras don't fuck 'em again.
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[1] In an entertaining bit of the converse, when I went to Publix to grab a sub for lunch on Friday (as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
critus & his boss call it, MSD (maximum sandwich density)), the counter girl was telling her colleague "I would love some chocolate milk." The milk cooler is about thirty feet from the sandwich counter, line of sight from where I was, but not for them. "What size?" I ask. "You're serious?" "Well, sure." I grab a pint of chocolate milk and earn a hearty, "OMG, I love you!" from yon sandwich chick. After the crap week I had last week, that felt darn nice to do. It wasn't quite the cascade of Pay It Forward angelry that various commercials depict, but still - do something nice for someone who doesn't expect it, that's a good feeling.
[2] All of the kudos, toasts of support and offers of assistance are uniformly appreciated, and don't think I'm not taking notes here. ;-)
Last night (& much of the weekend, really) was a varied cavalcade of video game fun. According to UPS, my Xbox 360 should return from their service center this evening (obscure power supply failure caused it to go tits-up a couple weeks back). I'll give MS this, though - if your console is still under warranty, they offer good tech support & service. Did a few troubleshooting things during a phone call, after which the tech basically said, "Yep, it's toast. We'll fix it free of charge, and pay shipping both ways." The enclosed document (it arrived while I was typing this) says, "We had to send you a brand-new unit; here is a free month of Xbox Live on us, and we've gone ahead and registered this one under your name for you. Sorry for the inconvenience." Props to good customer service![1]
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This morning, things kicked off with Sleeping In (until 0645; oh, the decadence!), tarnished slightly by the discovery that one of our cats, in a fit of pique, peed somewhere it ought not have.
Realizing that, oh shit, it's only two weeks until we're being invaded by rampaging Hottentots (I'd managed to misplace a week), it became High Time To Clean The Damn Bedroom. That's one of those things that we've been fixin' to get to for quite a while now, but finally did. Lotta laundry, several bags' worth of t-shirts and assorted other clothes prepped for trash or donation (dude, I own a lot of goddamned black t-shirts... like, a pile two feet deep worth... and that's the ones in the "keep heap." Oi vey). Six hours' worth of labor and laundry have successfully unearthed portions of my house not seen since... well, let's not be coy here... shortly after I moved in. Heh.
There was the Cx announcement, which was obviously big news.[2] I promise that I won't turn into a one-note flute about it around here, but it is exciting. We want to do well by the community and show folks a good time, all the drama surrounding the selection notwithstanding. Do I think it will be easy? No. Do I think we can? Absolutely. If nothing else, the hubbub caused by the conflation of concerns has brought a lot of folks out of the woodwork, and I count a lot of them as friends I've missed, and to see the rekindling of the community's passions for the event strikes me as a bigger and better reward than getting to play co-host, to be quite honest about it.
K took our older female cat (Lamia) to the vet for an overdue appointment - she over-grooms due to what we can only assume is chronic dry skin, and the two-week delay in getting her back in meant she's been uncomfortable and has started licking her "pants" off somewhat. One cortisone shot and a fish oil and vitamin E food additive later, and we'll hopefully have a happier and more comfortable Mia-nut around the house.
Did lunch with K's former coworkers (mmmm, Sonic) and then failed to find a skillet, vacuum cleaner, or dresser at Target.
Returned to laundry and excavation, with an interruption for Advanced Cat Snuggling and an episode of, "Hey, hon, look at the old pictures of me/you/us I just found!" Several were kept, a handful were shuddered over and discarded (or stuffed deep into a cabinet from which their unexpected return will again be met with amused horror some unspecified time hence).
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K has just announced that We Need More Bookshelves. To free up space, can I interest anyone in most of the first hundred and ten issues of Maxim Magazine (beginning around issue 13), cheap? How about a Pentium III 800MHz PC? Twelve inch passive stereo subwoofer? How about head-sized cat-hair tumbleweeds? ;-)
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Here's hoping the Sabres pull their collective butts outta the fire in Ottawa tonight, assuming the zebras don't fuck 'em again.
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[1] In an entertaining bit of the converse, when I went to Publix to grab a sub for lunch on Friday (as
critus & his boss call it, MSD (maximum sandwich density)), the counter girl was telling her colleague "I would love some chocolate milk." The milk cooler is about thirty feet from the sandwich counter, line of sight from where I was, but not for them. "What size?" I ask. "You're serious?" "Well, sure." I grab a pint of chocolate milk and earn a hearty, "OMG, I love you!" from yon sandwich chick. After the crap week I had last week, that felt darn nice to do. It wasn't quite the cascade of Pay It Forward angelry that various commercials depict, but still - do something nice for someone who doesn't expect it, that's a good feeling.[2] All of the kudos, toasts of support and offers of assistance are uniformly appreciated, and don't think I'm not taking notes here. ;-)
