AGH TECHNOLOGY
happy halloween, and a blessed samhain to them what celebrate! enjoy this story of a mom who made a halloween costume that turned her adorable small child into a popeye's fried chicken sandwich. (she glued cornflakes to a shirt for an appropriately fried look.) you will die of cute.
i wore my tiny velvet pirate hat at work and got a bunch of compliments, and one of the other admins came as louise belcher, meaning she wore a pink bunny hat and a green shirt. there were a couple people in spooky-cute shirts, another admin with a tiny top hat fascinator with a bat on it (glittery and adorable), and one of the girls in metadata/cataloguing was dressed as zooey deschanel's character from new girl. i don't watch the show so she had to explain who she was.
also we had a big meeting which was supposed to be from 10-noon. with a fun and exciting new (to me) tech setup, so folks could watch the presentations remotely. we were going to record it. i was going to get in the room half an hour early to set everything up and make sure everything worked. the admin with the louise belcher bunny hat walked me through it twice on friday. i had notes and diagrams. the folks who were presenting had sent me their slides so i could put them on a dedicated laptop for ease of everything. i was mostly prepared. and at almost the last minute (late tuesday afternoon) the director said oh wait, can i have the room from 10-11 for a union thing, and because you can't really say no to the director, we had to a. cut the meeting down to an hour, and b. reshuffle everything. and i couldn't get in early. all of which means i spent almost twenty minutes of a sixty minute meeting trying to get what was essentially a webcast to work. >.< and one of the presenters had to leave early and said we could skip her presentation. >.<
none of it was my fault, and everyone was very patient, and the presenters were good about cutting their slides short, but still. i felt kind of dumb. folks were very reassuring afterwards, but, again, >.< at least i have a clue for the next time.
on the other hand, we had candy and halloween themed cupcakes, and that's never a bad thing.
quick thing about the good place, namely that i really appreciated the anti-vax callout. also bad janet is awful and so, so funny.
it's too late for this, but an artist installed a deli where everything was made of felt in rockefeller center. it's gone now, but look at those happy little felt oysters. SO CUTE.
a rescue tiger in germany cracked a fang chewing on her toys, so they gave her a gold crown to fix it. now she's the baddest-ass tiger in the shelter.
have a poem.
"The Owner of the Night"
interrogates whoever walks
this shadow-lane, this hour
not reserved for you: who
are you to enter it?
Orion’s head over heels
above the road, jewel-belt
flinting starlight
to fuel two eyes looking
down from the air:
beacons in reverse,
since light pours in
toward her appetite
until she wings her noiseless outline
between our rooftop and the stars,
over this door and all the doors
hidden in the grass:
dreaming voles,
firefly province,
wasps in the palace
they’ve hollowed under the hill.
Mole resting his face against his splayed hands.
Perch, blink. Pose
the evening’s question
to the sleepless
while the moon if there is one
scatters islands
on a field of ink. Who
maps this? The owner
of the night looks down
to mirror and admit the hours
before the upper vaults
begin to lighten and recede.
Did you hear what I said,
a face looks down from the night?
Did who hear me? Who
reads this page, who writes it?
--Mark Doty
and now since it's past midnight i can start my nanonovel. wish me luck.
i wore my tiny velvet pirate hat at work and got a bunch of compliments, and one of the other admins came as louise belcher, meaning she wore a pink bunny hat and a green shirt. there were a couple people in spooky-cute shirts, another admin with a tiny top hat fascinator with a bat on it (glittery and adorable), and one of the girls in metadata/cataloguing was dressed as zooey deschanel's character from new girl. i don't watch the show so she had to explain who she was.
also we had a big meeting which was supposed to be from 10-noon. with a fun and exciting new (to me) tech setup, so folks could watch the presentations remotely. we were going to record it. i was going to get in the room half an hour early to set everything up and make sure everything worked. the admin with the louise belcher bunny hat walked me through it twice on friday. i had notes and diagrams. the folks who were presenting had sent me their slides so i could put them on a dedicated laptop for ease of everything. i was mostly prepared. and at almost the last minute (late tuesday afternoon) the director said oh wait, can i have the room from 10-11 for a union thing, and because you can't really say no to the director, we had to a. cut the meeting down to an hour, and b. reshuffle everything. and i couldn't get in early. all of which means i spent almost twenty minutes of a sixty minute meeting trying to get what was essentially a webcast to work. >.< and one of the presenters had to leave early and said we could skip her presentation. >.<
none of it was my fault, and everyone was very patient, and the presenters were good about cutting their slides short, but still. i felt kind of dumb. folks were very reassuring afterwards, but, again, >.< at least i have a clue for the next time.
on the other hand, we had candy and halloween themed cupcakes, and that's never a bad thing.
quick thing about the good place, namely that i really appreciated the anti-vax callout. also bad janet is awful and so, so funny.
it's too late for this, but an artist installed a deli where everything was made of felt in rockefeller center. it's gone now, but look at those happy little felt oysters. SO CUTE.
a rescue tiger in germany cracked a fang chewing on her toys, so they gave her a gold crown to fix it. now she's the baddest-ass tiger in the shelter.
have a poem.
"The Owner of the Night"
interrogates whoever walks
this shadow-lane, this hour
not reserved for you: who
are you to enter it?
Orion’s head over heels
above the road, jewel-belt
flinting starlight
to fuel two eyes looking
down from the air:
beacons in reverse,
since light pours in
toward her appetite
until she wings her noiseless outline
between our rooftop and the stars,
over this door and all the doors
hidden in the grass:
dreaming voles,
firefly province,
wasps in the palace
they’ve hollowed under the hill.
Mole resting his face against his splayed hands.
Perch, blink. Pose
the evening’s question
to the sleepless
while the moon if there is one
scatters islands
on a field of ink. Who
maps this? The owner
of the night looks down
to mirror and admit the hours
before the upper vaults
begin to lighten and recede.
Did you hear what I said,
a face looks down from the night?
Did who hear me? Who
reads this page, who writes it?
--Mark Doty
and now since it's past midnight i can start my nanonovel. wish me luck.