xtina: A laughing 8-bit dog holding a duck. From Duck Hunt. (laughing)
S is my boss, the director of security here.

X: This is why I bring these things to you--sometimes I'm all, "You're supposed to do it this way, but I like you, so lemme just bend this rule."
S: You need to follow the rules. I mean, we all need to follow the rules.
X: But what if it's a bad rule?
S: Well, if it's a bad rule, then I work to change it...
X: But you wouldn't follow it if it actively hurt people or processes.
S: Right.
X: So we have to use our own judgment to determine which rules are good; meaning, which are worth following.
S: No, you use my judgment.
X: Ah, and now we're back on comfortable ground.
xtina: (Default)
me: that can be a simple IDE script, i believe
me: log in, go to the Manage Items area, open each page in the list, and make sure it doesn't send locusts through your hard drive
me: (that's a new Selenium command: assertNotLocusts)
me: ((okay, who put LSD in my coffee))

boss: you

coworker: hah

me: so i did!
me: *sips*
xtina: (omg!)
Convos from a project team.

PROG ROCK )
xtina: A laughing 8-bit dog holding a duck. From Duck Hunt. (laughing)
Context 1: [personal profile] rosefox and [personal profile] sinboy collect, to my fevered anti-clutter mind, all the things.

Context 2: This is the first time I've seen Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.

Lawrence: Now, all these wines are very old. I purchased them to make certain that they were cared for properly.
Freddy: So you got a lot of wine to drink.
Lawrence: You can't drink them, Freddy; they're far too valuable.
Freddy: So you sell them?
Lawrence: Oh, I'd never sell them; they mean too much to me.


X: *pauses the movie*
R: *already laughing*
X: I hate both of you!
R: *hysterics*
X: You fucking fucks!
R: *dying*
X: God damn everything in the world!
R: *convulsions*
X: Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

...

X: *replays the scene several times to get the transcript right*
R: *still laughing*

...

[much later, post-movie]

X: *pulls up this post*
R: *still laughing*
X: Fuck you both. *cracking up*
xtina: A laughing 8-bit dog holding a duck. From Duck Hunt. (laughing)
Backstory: I have recently been experiencing the anxiety of 20 enraged oxen.

X: I'm sorry I've been so full of anxiety lately.
R: *deadpan* Well, I'm afraid I can't offer empathy because I've never experienced anxiety, so all I can give you is sympathy.
X: Well, you're really bad at it, so go get yourself some anxiety and come back when you've experienced it some!
R: ...
X: *cracks all the way up*
xtina: A laughing 8-bit dog holding a duck. From Duck Hunt. (laughing)
Reading deconstructions and the comments within is a delight forever.

Anton_Mates:

E.g., fictional people menaced by vampires immediately run off to find sunlight or a cross; people menaced by werewolves look for something silver and pointy. But when zombies show up everyone stands around going, "Wait wait wait...are they dead? But they're moving! Whoa, they're eating people now? Madness!"


chris the cynic:

With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high-tension wires down

Helpless people on subway trains
Scream, bug-eyed, as he looks in on them

He picks up a bus and he throws it back down
As he wades through the buildings toward the center of town

Oh no, they say he's got to go
Whatever the hell he is, I've never heard of anything like this before
xtina: A wistful kitten: "CAPSLOCK IS HOW I FEEL INSIDE -- ALL THE TIME" (capslock)
Context A: I dislike the word "sweeties", in reference to people I'm dating.

Context B: [personal profile] rosefox is really good at trollface.

X: I'm trying to imagine anyone ever thinking of me as "sweet".
R: *trollface*
X: *notices* *physically recoils*
xtina: A laughing 8-bit dog holding a duck. From Duck Hunt. (laughing)
Setup: [personal profile] rosefox is giving the cat medicine.

R: *mutters something*
X: Don't give the cat soda!
R: I... what?
X: Don't make yourself sad; don't give the cat soda.
R: What in the hell are you talking about?
X: That's what I heard you say!
R: I was saying that I needed to goop the cat, and so I would come out here so I wouldn't disturb him too much.
X: Ah, I see.  That makes more sense.
R: [referring to the soda thing]  I don't even see how...
X: Simple!  It makes more sense than you giving the cat soda!
R: ...
X: *cracks up*  You give me the best things!
R: I love you, dear.
xtina: A laughing 8-bit dog holding a duck. From Duck Hunt. (laughing)
So there we were, [personal profile] rosefox and I, watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail.  We come across the killer rabbit scene, and R takes down a stuffed "Rabbit with Big Pointy Teeth" from her shelf.  In the movie, Sir Robin storms the rabbit.

Who leaps and attacks!

And the stuffed rabbit leaps for my throat, thus startling the fuck outta me!

We subsequently collapse into absolute hysterics.  She managed to time this so perfectly, such that she did not suffer death for startling me.  Oh man, that was utterly terrific.

X: You should have [the stuffed rabbit] bite Sam [the cat]!
R: Sam, c'mere!
S: *jumps down from the window*
X&S: *hysterics*

Like "I literally could not form words" hysterics.  I saw her take the damned rabbit down!  And yet!

X: I don't want to post about this, because I don't want to encourage people to try to startle me, lest I murder everybody!... wait, I'm full of lies.
R: You totally want to post this.
X: Well, I mean, I want to murder everybody.
R: ...that too.  *cracks up*
xtina: A wistful kitten: "CAPSLOCK IS HOW I FEEL INSIDE -- ALL THE TIME" (capslock)
R: I put all your medicine, right in one place.  [Nyquil, cough drops, cranberry juice, and some anti-cough pills.]
X: *glances at Nyquil*  I'll just swig it!
R: ...should I put this back?
X: You'll find me draped, ahahaha, half on and half off the couch!  *cracks up*
R: This is only so funny because you're so drugged.
X: *dyin' here*  Or draped over the chair!
R: Okay, I'm cutting you off.  *moves Nyquil*
X: "I regret nothing!  *thud*"
R: *shakes head*
X: The cat'll be sitting there looking at you like, "Dude I dunno.  She's a party animal."  *hysteria*
R: Goodnight, dear.

Also, I always hear the text for this userpic* in a little whisper.  Creepy, or creepy awesome?

* CAPSLOCK IS HOW I FEEL INSIDE ALL THE TIME, overtop the creepy kitten.
xtina: A wistful kitten: "CAPSLOCK IS HOW I FEEL INSIDE -- ALL THE TIME" (feelings)
Hilariously, I was going to post this, but I forgot half of it by the time I got to the update page.

(I wrote this before she finished so I wouldn't forget.)
xtina: A laughing 8-bit dog holding a duck. From Duck Hunt. (laughing)
Background: a fuck of a day has been had by both.

[livejournal.com profile] sinboy: Friday evening, after work, let's just get drunk.
[personal profile] xtina: Sure!  I'll meet you after work, we'll get some scotch, we'll watch Big Trouble in Little China, we'll take a shot every time someone quotes a line for more than a sentence, and then we'll go to the hospital down the street for alcohol poisoning.
[livejournal.com profile] sinboy: *teary*  That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me all day!
xtina: (Default)
I occasionally try for live versions of music I love, to test myself.  (Reminder: I dislike change.)

Dr. Hook &c: Roland the Roadie &c

I am, approximately, dyin' here.

Lyrics, sor' of.

[eta] Same show, "Cover of the Rolling Stone" -- *ded*
xtina: (Default)
The Nethack TVTropes page makes me cringe.

Originally posted on Dreamwidth.  Number of comments so far: comment count unavailable
xtina: (Default)
Backstory:

1: Move It On Over, country and not by George Thorogood, is playing.
2: Josh really doesn't like George Thorogood, and I like him a great deal.
3: We'd been conversatin' on how a lot of rock music is totally remakes of country stuff.  (I knew the blues stylistic theft, but not the country cover stuff.)

*country music plays, as noted above*
X: Oh!  Again!
J: Yes, not everyone is the original--
X: Look, I was referring to rock not being the originators of music I'm used to, not you being a fuckin' bigot.
J: *cracks up*

*playing Dominion*
X: *my play, 4 lines; his: 20*
X: Your face and my fist have an appointment!
*later*
J: *cracks up*
*lines: 40*
X: I hate you in your stupid meathole!

Thus do we show affection.

Originally posted on Dreamwidth.  Number of comments so far: comment count unavailable
xtina: (Default)
Backstory:

1: Move It On Over, country and not by George Thorogood, is playing.
2: Josh really doesn't like George Thorogood, and I like him a great deal.
3: We'd been conversatin' on how a lot of rock music is totally remakes of country stuff.  (I knew the blues stylistic theft, but not the country cover stuff.)

*country music plays, as noted above*
X: Oh!  Again!
J: Yes, not everyone is the original--
X: Look, I was referring to rock not being the originators of music I'm used to, not you being a fuckin' bigot.
J: *cracks up*

*playing Dominion*
X: *my play, 4 lines; his: 20*
X: Your face and my fist have an appointment!
*later*
J: *cracks up*
*lines: 40*
X: I hate you in your stupid meathole!

Thus do we show affection.

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