I fail at updating this, which is odd because I actually read my flist obsessively every night. I rent a condo with
cindelius and a straight guy we found on craigslist.
Poor guy. He attempted to work slash into a conversation at dinner one night and was extremely mistaken about...uh, everything. At least he tries! The first month of living with him was basically culture shock for him, I think. Cin and I had extremely lengthy rants (er, discussions) about social justice and culture in which I usually ended up saying "No, you're just--wrong! Wrong! I will hear no more of this!" and leaving the room clutching my hot cocoa. I don't think those were particularly constructive social interactions.
Work is interesting. I actually get paid to use my degree for the most part, which is extremely rare these days. A lot of the applicants for the newbie position have graduate degrees, and all I can think is, "Uhhh, I do not think you want this job as much as you think you do," but it's hard to justify that reasoning to someone who's been in school for so long that they know nothing else.
Had to move everything like crazy for the pro carpet cleaners coming tomorrow. At least, they better still come because my room is insane crazy bad no, no, no.
My computer bluescreened yesterday when I tried to manually install Service Pack 3 after all the automatic updates failed. ... I have since disabled ALL automatic updates because clearly they are bad. My favorite part was when its troubleshooting material suggested that I might have missed a critical auto update--I'm just like, uh, no, in fact your update is the source of the problem, not the solution. Evil.
Lots of recs and guilty pleasure fics archived at
my delicious, which proves that I am still with the living more than this journal certainly does.