ugh all around
1. Day before yesterday they pushed a version update on Ubuntu that gave Spock the actual vapours, and in between weeping and asking him why he was freaking out over checksums and trying to download a copy of the ISO, I managed to get him to boot in normal mode, frantically loaded all the shit I'd torrented onto the Ark so I could reinstall ... and then the Ubuntu team pushed out a fix for the bug.
THX ASSHOLES.
2. Today I was giving one of my ladies a shower. This is the one we call my daughter, because she calls me Mama. I ... am not sure what association is going on there, because her wedding picture looks like someone Photoshopped the face of her mom's wedding picture onto a 1930's outfit and added some lipstick and a different hairstyle. It's pretty much impossible for me to look less like her and still be Caucasian. "It's wet, Mama, the water is so wet," she sobbed unhappily.
3. I am attempting to write Mer's birthday fic in something resembling good time. I have rewritten a joke about Jims punching each other in the face three times and counting.
3a. There's a subjoke about Spock1 trolling Spock2 and looking at Jim's ass all the time.
3b. First two tries were deemed incoherent and I haven't dared look at the third since I wrote it on the bus at 0530.
3c. I just realized I've written like 1300 words of cat jokes and riffs on how the Spocks cordially loathe each other and not once have I referenced Jim and Spock's terrifying mancrushes on Pike. God.
3d. “I … see,” said Spock. “Sir, if you are afraid you will not have sufficient time to visit with 'Selik'--” somehow Spock could always put quotation marks around the old man's new name “-- I assure you, captain, that you will have at least twenty four standard hours in his presence.”
Jim squinted at him for a second and then decided he was probably being sarcastic and not actually jealous, no matter how much Jim wished he could believe that. Spock and the old man did not, exactly, get along. That wasn't quite right. It was more that they did, but in a way that made it agonizingly clear even to the stupid humans that lived their stunted lives without superior Vulcan senses that they were too civilized to actually start open war.
Jim had no idea what that was all about. It was true that if the old man's Jim ever showed up, he and Jim would spend most of their time punching each other in the face, but they were Kirks and also (Jim suspected) assholes. The Spocks were civilized and correct, but if you put them in the same room, the older trolled the younger mercilessly.
“I wasn't worried about that,” said Jim truthfully. The old man liked to follow Jim around, as if he was a cat too dignified to actually engage in social contact with a human, but none the less contriving to stay within a certain invisible radius in case something hilarious happened. Jim kind of enjoyed it, but he did not enjoy the constant, creeping conviction that the old man was staring at his ass.
4. For some reason every time I try to log on to Game Sync it gives me a crabby message about how it needs to recharge. WHAT THE HELL, POKEMONS.
5. Weekend why are you so short?
THX ASSHOLES.
2. Today I was giving one of my ladies a shower. This is the one we call my daughter, because she calls me Mama. I ... am not sure what association is going on there, because her wedding picture looks like someone Photoshopped the face of her mom's wedding picture onto a 1930's outfit and added some lipstick and a different hairstyle. It's pretty much impossible for me to look less like her and still be Caucasian. "It's wet, Mama, the water is so wet," she sobbed unhappily.
3. I am attempting to write Mer's birthday fic in something resembling good time. I have rewritten a joke about Jims punching each other in the face three times and counting.
3a. There's a subjoke about Spock1 trolling Spock2 and looking at Jim's ass all the time.
3b. First two tries were deemed incoherent and I haven't dared look at the third since I wrote it on the bus at 0530.
3c. I just realized I've written like 1300 words of cat jokes and riffs on how the Spocks cordially loathe each other and not once have I referenced Jim and Spock's terrifying mancrushes on Pike. God.
3d. “I … see,” said Spock. “Sir, if you are afraid you will not have sufficient time to visit with 'Selik'--” somehow Spock could always put quotation marks around the old man's new name “-- I assure you, captain, that you will have at least twenty four standard hours in his presence.”
Jim squinted at him for a second and then decided he was probably being sarcastic and not actually jealous, no matter how much Jim wished he could believe that. Spock and the old man did not, exactly, get along. That wasn't quite right. It was more that they did, but in a way that made it agonizingly clear even to the stupid humans that lived their stunted lives without superior Vulcan senses that they were too civilized to actually start open war.
Jim had no idea what that was all about. It was true that if the old man's Jim ever showed up, he and Jim would spend most of their time punching each other in the face, but they were Kirks and also (Jim suspected) assholes. The Spocks were civilized and correct, but if you put them in the same room, the older trolled the younger mercilessly.
“I wasn't worried about that,” said Jim truthfully. The old man liked to follow Jim around, as if he was a cat too dignified to actually engage in social contact with a human, but none the less contriving to stay within a certain invisible radius in case something hilarious happened. Jim kind of enjoyed it, but he did not enjoy the constant, creeping conviction that the old man was staring at his ass.
4. For some reason every time I try to log on to Game Sync it gives me a crabby message about how it needs to recharge. WHAT THE HELL, POKEMONS.
5. Weekend why are you so short?