xtina: A laughing 8-bit dog holding a duck. From Duck Hunt. (laughing)
Boss: Good morning.
Me: ಠ_ಠ
Boss: Morning.
Me: One day I will cure you of that bad habit. I have a crowbar at home, so that should help.
Boss: Ah, but you'd have to go through the effort of bringing it into the office.
Me: *laughing* I hate that you know me so well.
xtina: (cool-eyed)
I'll be playing a doctor at a fake trial for one of the folk I game with.

F: I mean, listen to this gobbletygook: "Examination of right foot shows significant erythematic area with ecchymosis most pronounced on the dorsal aspect in the lateral forefoot, involving the third through fifth toes, the fourth and fifth metatarsals, extending back laterally to the astragalus."
X: ...most of that makes perfect sense, actually.
F: Oh, good!

Most.  Not all.  Still.

So, I need to get into my head the follow-up report details, and buy a sports jacket.  Which I'd been wanting to do anyhow, that latter.  The former:

If InStr(you, (medical knowledge, trial knowledge, acting knowledge) > 0 And you have an inclination to assist Then
  Feel free to ping me.
End If


In other news: Google Maps Distance Calculator:

"You can use the Google Maps Distance Calculator to find out the distance between two or more points anywhere on the earth. In other words, the distance between A and B."

Originally posted on Dreamwidth.
xtina: (Default)
["Thick As A Brick" by Jethro Tull starts up.  Oh yes, the full version.]

X: Yay!  Josh, you have awesome taste in music.
J: If you want me to skip past this, lemme know.
X: ...but it's Jethro Tull.
J: Yeah, but it's like 22 minutes long.
X: ...but it's Jethro TULL.
J: *snorts*
xtina: A laughing 8-bit dog holding a duck. From Duck Hunt. (laughing)
Josh is holding my hand.

X: Lookit these bones!  Creeepy.
J: That's plastic.
X: *gnaws on own knuckle*  Nuh-uh!
J: Yep!
X: I'd be able to leave dents in, if they were plastic!
J: Not all plastic.
X: Wait, how would you know?
J: I built you!
X: ...  You did a really terrible job.
J: You're a beta.
X: *grinning of impending doom*
J: *cracking up*

X: You have to love me!  It was passed into law last Tuesday.
J: Oh yeah?
X: Yeah, it was a rider on a defense contract.
J: *snort*  "It's a matter of national security!"
X: "I would feel more secure!  I'm a national citizen!"
xtina: (Default)
X: Josh, why does the world hate me?
J: It thinks you smell.
X: D:
J: I don't think you smell!  The world's a jerk!
X: Aw, I love you, honey.
xtina: (Default)
I found some yarn on sale, and decided to make a quick scarf.

X: I think I have enough yarn.
J: *mmph*
X: Hey!
J: *cracks up*
X: It could happen!  Shut up!
J: Yes dear.
xtina: (Default)
I poked Josh about going on dates.

X: When's the last time we went on a date?
J: Never.
X: Oh wait, last year I took you out on your birthday!
J: Oh right!
X: We're kinda laid-back, huh?
J: Yup.

This pleases me.
xtina: (Default)
I poked Josh about going on dates.

X: When's the last time we went on a date?
J: Never.
X: Oh wait, last year I took you out on your birthday!
J: Oh right!
X: We're kinda laid-back, huh?
J: Yup.

This pleases me.
xtina: (cool-eyed)
I now have a Ubuntu machine.  Cost me $80.  I may have to walk it over to the roomies' office to physically... connect...  I may have to use my Shuffle to transfer any wireless network card drivers to it.  I know the first through second things about hardware, and that's it, so this'll be fun.

(It's a D-Link Air... something something.  *mild annoyed face*)

Alas also, I took my trackball to work, which means I had to borrow a Mac USB mouse from Jody (roomie).  It's very short of lead, so the first thing I did was link the Start button to the panel menu.

Now to go learn about how to get Ubuntu to realise that I've plugged in a network card.

(Advice for computer hardware is always welcome.  I can plug in the peripherals, and I know to clean it, but that's it.)

--

I went to the bus stop to switch to the next bus, and had about fourteen minutes left.  Two nice homeless guys were sitting there, and asked me for change.  I only had three cents - I don't really carry change on me.  So I offered to get them pizza from the Papa Murphy's that was right there, if they'd watch after my computer.

Entertainingly, the place had a deal of getting two medium pizzas for the same price as one large.  Not entertainingly, apparently it was one of those "bake your own pizzas" places.  They should put larger signs, or I should be more aware.

X: I'm sorry, I didn't realise they didn't cook them.  Do you want them anyways?
HGs: Hell yes!
X: I had change on me, but I felt that handing you three cents would've been insulting at best.  But it's cheese and sauce and bread, so at least it won't spoil...
HGs: Honey, we're homeless, we know how to cook this.
X: Oh, good.

And they watched after my computer, which is good, as it was bloody heavy.

--

In conclusion, Rubí brandy remains my favourite.
xtina: (Default)
I now have a Ubuntu machine.  Cost me $80.  I may have to walk it over to the roomies' office to physically... connect...  I may have to use my Shuffle to transfer any wireless network card drivers to it.  I know the first through second things about hardware, and that's it, so this'll be fun.

(It's a D-Link Air... something something.  *mild annoyed face*)

Alas also, I took my trackball to work, which means I had to borrow a Mac USB mouse from Jody (roomie).  It's very short of lead, so the first thing I did was link the Start button to the panel menu.

Now to go learn about how to get Ubuntu to realise that I've plugged in a network card.

(Advice for computer hardware is always welcome.  I can plug in the peripherals, and I know to clean it, but that's it.)

--

I went to the bus stop to switch to the next bus, and had about fourteen minutes left.  Two nice homeless guys were sitting there, and asked me for change.  I only had three cents - I don't really carry change on me.  So I offered to get them pizza from the Papa Murphy's that was right there, if they'd watch after my computer.

Entertainingly, the place had a deal of getting two medium pizzas for the same price as one large.  Not entertainingly, apparently it was one of those "bake your own pizzas" places.  They should put larger signs, or I should be more aware.

X: I'm sorry, I didn't realise they didn't cook them.  Do you want them anyways?
HGs: Hell yes!
X: I had change on me, but I felt that handing you three cents would've been insulting at best.  But it's cheese and sauce and bread, so at least it won't spoil...
HGs: Honey, we're homeless, we know how to cook this.
X: Oh, good.

And they watched after my computer, which is good, as it was bloody heavy.

--

In conclusion, Rubí brandy remains my favourite.
xtina: (Default)
Lessee.

* Chattery motherfuckers at SIX IN THE MORNING can-- well, I'd say "go down in flames", but I was on the same plane as them.  Nrrgh.  Dear teenagers: a sense of other people, get you some.

* Thanksgiving was splendid.  The 14-year-old was way more mature than I was expecting, mostly out of assumptions based on age than anything else.  The 5-year-old was infinitely cute, even when she was testing.  Sometimes especially so.  It was a struggle not to laugh (and therefore encourage her) sometimes.

* Josh is in hearts with the city.  He was very pleased that I was willing to go out, and wasn't put off at all by the fact that I was managing expectations.  I typically do not get along well with the city, and I don't like being away from $home for too long regardless of where I am, so I was careful to emphasise fairly frequently that he would likely be off on his own or with [livejournal.com profile] sinboy or suchlike.  I didn't want him expecting that I'd be up for a tromp every five minutes, because then he's upset and I'm upset, boo.

* I am, however, on better terms with NYC than before.  I think part of it is I'm more willing nowadays to say "This is outside my limits, and I would like $this_much going-out, then home", and similar-sounding things.  So I don't go on for hours being very grumpy and not telling anybody because how can people walk for that long oh god I just want to go home, which means I'm more free to appreciate what's around me.

I still get spurts of "I wonder what this looked like before the city infested it?  *morose*".  I remain myself.

* One thing I definitely appreciate about NYC is, you know that awareness of other people thing?  Where you see someone coming up on your left, so you edge to your right, or someone's going to cross in front of you so you slow down so they do that and you keep walking and it's all good?  I bloody love exercising that, and it gets a workout here.

(I'm sure there's a term for it in German.)

* Speaking of German, one of my pipe dreams is to somehow acquire a roomful of used books, where I can go through each book one-by-one and assess them individually.  I always feel like I'm missing something when I just scan through piles.  I'm not very thorough.  Talking about this with [livejournal.com profile] sinboy turned into something involving a will and a knife-fight with [livejournal.com profile] regyt, which I am okay with.

* I am on vacation, and it is glorious.  Right now, I am drinking coffee, writing this post, and catching a bit up on my various to-read places.  (Friends list here, blogs elsewhere, &c &c.)  I may go to a thrift store later.  Or back to The Strand to get this one book.  Later, dancing with Rose.  No phones, no coworkers, no getting up at bloody 5:30 in the goddamn morning.  *relaxes*

* I am making great strides in not taking responsibility for others, but I still sometimes get stuck with poly situations.  Josh can reassure me a million million times that of course I'm here to see Rose and of course he doesn't mind (wtf) my sleeping in her room a lot, but I still get worried that he will feel left out or like a third wheel, blah blah blah.  So, I told him that he can pull me aside at any time for any reason to discuss whatever's on his mind, and then I did not bring it up again.  And so every time I get that twinge, I think, "Self, he is a big boy and can tell me if there's a problem, and I reminded him so my responsibilities have been covered, so shutcher piehole."  So far, it's working.

* Any post on how wonderful it is to see Rose and how fucking gorgeous and amazing she is will descend into me beaming like an idiot and forgetting to do things like type real words with meaning and things.  I am a doofus.  She and Josh conspire against me to turn me into food, and she and I conspire against Josh by talking about feminist stuff shortly before he comes in the room.

J: I'll be in shortly!
R: So what, you think it's impossible for two women to be by themselves?  You think we need a man?
J: ...quoi??
R/X: *cracks up*
xtina: (Default)
J: There's Civilization IV for the phone??
X: I will never see you again.
J: No, you will, this is on my phone--
X: Yes, I will technically be able to see you, doofus--
J: But yeah, you will never experience my consciousness again.
X: Alas.
J: Hope you like what you had!
X: Um.
xtina: A laughing 8-bit dog holding a duck. From Duck Hunt. (laughing)
J: [reading from something] ...fiduciary adjustments from--
X: Heeheehee, douche.
J: *slow turn and stare*
X: I'm sorry, I'm 12.
J: *stares moar*
X: *falls over laughing*
xtina: A laughing 8-bit dog holding a duck. From Duck Hunt. (laughing)
Josh has been down recently.

X: Meow meow meow meow meow!
J: *cracks up*
X: You will be cheerful, or I will meow more!  That is my ultimeowtum.
J: *starestare*
X: *cracks up*
xtina: (Default)
Convo with a cashier at a convenience store, a week or so ago:

X: [looking at an energy bomb!! thing] Caffeine and taurine?  What an odd combination.
C: Why?
X: Wakes you up and puts you to sleep, wouldn't it?
C: ...taurine is supposed to wake you up.
X: Oh.  Huh.  I take it before bed.

So... taurine is supposed to wake you up, hm?
xtina: (knitting with sticks)
• I made stir fry!

- chicken thigh meat
- baby carrots, pea pods, and baby carrots in a steam-by-microwave bag
- chopped spinach
- soy sauce
- some butter, some pepper

Today I love Josh, the cook, for not making even the teensiest bit of fun for my amateur cooking efforts and 5-year-old palate.

I ate the shit out of that, incidentally.  That's the first time that divvying up portions in half between me and Josh made any sense.

• I still haven't shaved my legs, and I still wanted to go take a shower.  I spent a good hour at the gym, doing a wide range of things, so I took that opportunity to go, "Self, fuck it.  They got a problem, they can come to me.  If they don't come to me, then I don't give a good goddamn."  This are a huge thing for me, given that my general anx and my "conforming to US female norms" anx are not the same thing.

• The gym website has some nonsense essay about why people are overweight.  Do you want to know something?  I do nearly everything on that damn list (be sedentary, eat crappy junk food, &c &c) and I'm 5-10 pounds underweight.  So, uh, suck it, inaccurate article.

• Convo!

J: *half-lifts something to drag it*
X: No, you lift with the knees, buddy!  I go to a gym now, I know this stuff!
J: *peers at me*
X: *cracks up*

Lifting-specific stuff. )
xtina: (Default)
X: Do you crush spiders?
J: *reading something to me from a spider book*
X: Because I will no longer love you if you do.
J: --*cracks up*
X: Today's relationship test: Is Xtina Joking?
J: No, I will not squish spiders.
X: Sank-oo.
xtina: (domestic cat)
So I signed up for a gym membership.  I got in under the wire - no sign-up fee, and the cost is $24.99/month.

Xtina: So yeah, eat more, improve my upper body strength...
Employee: Plus improving your looks.
Xtina: ??  No?

Tone was totally suggesting reasons, not insulting.  He wasn't the type.  But seriously, yeah bahaha no, not my primary motivation.

Primary reasons why:
* I enjoy weightlifting.  Like, a lot.
* I want to move more.  Springliness has put a need in me to be more physical.
* I want to eat more.  I checked in with myself, and this is true, not just a side-effect.  I want to eat more and also better, and I will not do this on my own, and I do love me some weightlifting, and doing so means I will need to eat more.  So.

Secondary "sure, why not?" reasons:
* Exercise helps depression, so I hear.
* It'll be nice to feel less like crap all the time, physically.  Being out of breath going up the stairs is pesky.

PS squee:
* I really enjoy weightlifting.
* They have that assisted pull-ups machine!  !!

Justification for expense?:
* I have been wanting to do this for ages.  So it's not as impulse as it seems.
* I will stop buying coffee and hashbrowns nearly every morning.  Alas, because it is perfect - coffee, plus fried potatos with salt!  But, this just means I take my coffeemaker to work, eff the one we have (it makes coffee taste terrible, !!), and I buy more yogurt oh noes.  My coffeemaker has a timer, so I can set it to be done a few minutes before I get in (and break the fingers of those who drink it all), and yay.  Built-in break, too, whilst I set up the coffee for the next day.
* I have two monthly things I can cancel.  In fact, cancelling one of them pays for this.
* I did get that raise, you know.
* Jesus christ it's $25/month get off my back, woman.

And then but so and!:
* I have to change habits, and I'm not sure I'll do that easily.  First, to do the gym thing.  Second, to do the eating thing before I leave work.
* Christ, I need to get sneakers and sweats.
* And another towel, I only have two.  And then I'd have to carry these things!
* And a water bottle.  At least that part's easy, and I can fill it at work.
* Cancelling things involves calling people, aiee.

Stumptuous.com research tiem!  Given my temporary wristly restrictions, what weight-related exercises are good for me?  (I am going for... um... long, not high.  ??  Not strength-training, but the other one.)  Should I switch it out with cardiovascular stuff?  Cautions, concerns, other?

Alas, no arm or wrist stuff for a while, my arms are on the verge.  But maybe I can start doing those (very mild) arm improvement exercises again... and if it's getting to be spring, I hope I won't be indoors as often.

--

Additional thing that pleased me: nowhere did I experience any "but you're a girl!"-based suck.  When I talked about weightlifting, he took me on a tour of the machines, explained the colour-coding, and mentioned that if I want to do cardio stuff (which I might, because hey, I can read whilst I do it) (oh hey, the library is nearby...), the machines are over there, he recommends the elliptical.  (My knees do not like jogging.)  He in fact assumed I'd be bodybuilding, until I disabused him of the notion.  Apparently, those who are bodybuilding prefer the machines so they can spot-train.  I am like no, I just like machines, plus if a body part gives out, I don't have to worry about the weights rolling away or hitting me or something.

*amused*
xtina: (evil grin)
So I'm doing this project, and I was on a conference call yesterday with 6 other people, including Rose.  I told Josh about this.

X: A conference call!  Didn't I say I don't like the phone?  For heaven's sake.
J: Well, at least you got to hear your Rose, yeah?
X: *beams*  Yeah.
J: ...were you smiling like that whenever she'd speak?
X: ...*blush*
J: You were!
X: Shut up!
J: Ha ha ha aw, and you probably had those same dimples, too!
X: Shut up!  *blushing fiercely* *hides grin behind hand*
J: I can still see those dimples you know.  :D :D
X: Goddammit!
J: I love you, you're so cute!

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