PayPal saga may have concluded. The things I do for the complicated accessibility situation.
Purple was out of the office today.
My dad called as I was packing up for the day. I told him about the helpdesk occurrence. He quite sharply said that he had been taught that when a woman says stop, you stop.
Nora and I plotted vigorously. A character named possibly Fred (Phredd?) occurred. Plus his genderfluid fabulous government employee partner. Meet-cute being arrested (and not) for gender-biased, cissentialist, bureaucratic, and petty, notions of indecent exposure. ( Read more... )
And the answer is: actually, that assertion's bullshit on at least two counts. Namely:
(1) none of my DLA award was for my physical mobility impairments
(2) the reason my walking appears to be so much better is that I have a wheelchair. This means I'm not walking (so much) even when I really shouldn't be, which means I'm less tired & more capable on "good" days.
In conclusion: mobility aids are great, and I still need to write the essay about how I got over myself enough to start using them.
( reviews under the cut! )
I saw Hercules today because The Rock. There was also unexpected bonus Rufus Sewell. MMMmmm.
Did I mention The Rock?
Then I went to the grocery store to stock up for the weekend. Next weekend is the con, so I'm going to rest as much as possible until then.
I've even had dreams where I was reading Spanish. Mind you, that's reading Spanish about as well as I can in real life, but I remembered the sign I was reading well enough upon awaking that I recognized some of the words as actual Spanish words. Whether the sign made any sense or not, I dunno. My Just Knowing Things dream sense couldn't be arsed to translate the sign for me, so it was just like running into such a sign in real life.
Oh yeah, and I've had dreams where I'm reading things on Tumblr or LiveJournal before. Sometimes I'll remember a dream Tumblr post as a real one for a bit before I'm like, "Oh yeah, that was a dream."
But yeah, my ability to read in dreams contributes to the paranoia I get if I ever have those hyper-realistic dreams with realistic colors and details. Luckily, though, I haven't had one of those in months.
and my elbow and wrist are both being crunchypainful. using the mouse hurts. so does crocheting. and driving my chair. sulk.
(see, this is why I don't post. all I have is whines about my physical condition, and that's interesting to pretty much nobody)
So in my last post I touched on how a Comcast general contractor coming out last week to lay RG11 claimed he didn't have any on hand so he laid RG6 cable instead. We already had RG6 cable but he figured it might help to lay new line down since our old line was never buried properly and has therefore been getting run over by cars and trucks in our north driveway for over a year now. I couldn't really argue with his logic but the tech who came out the next day to establish why our HBO/Streampix/OnDemand package wasn't working certainly could: he was mad the guy wasted Comcast's money laying down line we didn't need.
To make up for the fact that the new line fixed nothing as far as our poor TV signal was concerned, the tech gave us a plug-in signal booster/amplifier and dialed it in to make up for the 5db of signal loss we incur for every 100 feet of line we're running to the road. We're running 330 feet total so he dialed the amplifier in to make up for 15db in signal loss; we tested it out and the TV picture went from jagged across the bottom third to perfectly clear throughout. It's stayed that way ever since so I figured that though it's a shortcut which the tech told me Comcast doesn't normally want their techs to take, it fixed the signal problem without Comcast having to send another contractor out with RG11 line when it finally became available.
All went well until 2 days ago when my fiance took the garbage out to the bin by the road at the beginning of the south driveway. He came back bearing this little gift from Comcast's contractor:
So. Does Comcast STILL look like they were just "out of RG11"?
I looked the product code up online that's on the spool and lo and behold, COMMSCOPE Product Code 4846103 works out to exactly this fine stuff right here: RG-motherfucking-11.
So the contractor lied about what he had on hand (or else - and this is the only possible explanation I can conjure up that might save this guy's ass - he simply didn't have the full 330 feet of RG11 we required on that spool - but I don't see how he could possibly know that without at least unwinding what was on the spool, which obviously he never did) but that's just another day, another Comcast line-laying job done for nothing, and another spool of RG11 that bit the dust (or more precisely, the bin) without getting buried in the ground where it belongs.
What do y'all think about that?
Faster (10847 words) by lightgetsin
Fandom: Hockey RPF
Relationships: Jamie Benn/Tyler Seguin
Characters: Tyler Seguin, Jamie Benn
Additional Tags: kink_bingo, Temperature Play, Sensation Play, Relationship Study, Established Relationship, Tattoos, Discussion of past sexual assault, discussion of past drugging, survivor conversations, everyone copes in their own way, Jamie is a good boyfriend, Tyler is too but he hasn't noticed yet, romantic getaways
"Okay," he says, "You know how when you're on a breakaway, and you've got a couple D-men on you? Like, right behind you. You can't see them, but you can feel them right there coming for you?" Jamie nods. "The only thing to do is to be faster than them." Tyler says. "You can't turn and look, you can't slow down. You've just . . . you've just got to skate harder. It's like that."
Which, I need to edit my essay and do the Works-Cited page (and send it in), but I have it pretty much slain at this point. Nine-to-ten pages... So it's really just editing now.
I've started applying to jobs and internships again, with a focus on internships to build work experience. I'm really hoping the local museum will take me on. It's not actually my favorite museum, but it's my second-favorite museum and it's local.
Ameson Year in China called me trying to get me to join the 2014 year after all. But because of the hospitalization in Mexico and waiting for a specialist appointment, I emailed them back and told them I really need to get checked out and make sure it's not serious before I leave, hence insisting to stay on the 2015 list. I also made an appointment with Kaiser to see about how their weight loss program works, not that it'll matter much if I end up moving to China, except that it might give me a few months' head-start in trying to lose weight. I have a feeling if I move to China I'll end up losing a lot of weight regardless, since my appetite tends to go down when moving abroad.
I'm planning on re-taking a few courses (and taking some courses on creative writing) and applying for grad-school while in AYC. My thought is I can do AYC 1-2 years, and in that time I can probably get a graduate degree. If I want to do anthropology and/or museum studies, I can do another program when I get back. (Or, incidentally, I can also do PeaceCorps.) At least if I do a program while in AYC I'll have more to show for my time than simply TEFL and a year abroad. I could have more graduate credit, maybe even an online grad program to raise my GPA, which would make me look good to programs when I get back. (That and not simply doing TEFL and teaching while in China. If I can say I completed a grad program while abroad? That'll sound better.)
For now though, I'd settle for having an interview for an internship.
PLOS ONE: Earliest Cranio-Encephalic Trauma from the Levantine Middle Palaeolithic: 3D Reappraisal of the Qafzeh 11 Skull, Consequences of Pediatric Brain Damage on Individual Life Condition and Social Care
Licescience: 100,000-Year-Old Case of Brain Damage Discovered
So: around 100,000 years ago, a child survived a head injury which would have caused moderate or severe traumatic brain injury. This was "most probably followed by significant neurological and psychological disorders, including troubles in social communication". But they lived a significant number of years after the injury, and were buried in a way that suggest unusual, deliberate ceremony.
(Which could, of course, mean "these deer antlers ward off the evil from this unholy changeling child we finally executed." Many stories are possible.)
Hello, Qafzeh 11. Hello across the millennia.
(Also, hello little Sima de los Huesos Cranium 14, 500,000 years ago, who was not even a modern human but a Middle Pleistocene hominin, possibly a proto-Neanderthal. Hello.)
recessional: Decant imps: the rest of the Only Lovers Left Alive ones
niqaeli: perfume, bpal, reaction
niqaeli: [bpal] Little Sister Is Watching You
druidspell: Perfume Review
druidspell: More perfume reviews!
(As always: if anyone else is writing up stuff and would like it linked, leave a comment to let me know.)
Surprise! It's a reprise of the 2nd Thursday meeting! Aren't we lucky!!
Skirt is piled under cardigan. Wear that skirt, because it's island-themed bash in the evening, and you wear tropical skirts instead of tropical shirts. The coordinating hat is already at work.
Bring fruit with. It will be a long day.
Car has fuel.
If you feel like it, you can do something for system administrators' day. You don't have to.
Caffeine is often a valid life choice.
Related: today helpdesk told me that I shouldn't even be seeing the normal skinned areas or the homepage that's not the portal, because I shouldn't have permissions to see that. If that's so, then they have some problems. However, I suspect that they're fundamentally misapprehending the permissions model of the horrible bullshit system, because it seems to me like the brand-skinned version is pastede on yey, and my permissions just don't allow me to do anything fun with the non-portal homepage. And that they'd have to do terrible things in order to actually ban me from the normal skinned homepage without actually breaking my brand-skinned experience. And, more to the point, that they won't support any errors I encounter on the page I shouldn't be on.
By dint of calling helpdesk instead of responding to the IM, I was able to avoid the helpdesk dude who I had the terrible encounter with yesterday, even though he was still assigned to the ticket. The ticket which is, fortunately, closed. (Unfortunately, closed-wontfix.)
My manager had suspected that we weren't intended to know the normal skinned homepage, thus the inciting to foment rebellion.
The other day I'd had the conversation with Purple that went a little bit like:
( tentacle-related body horror )
Weirdly, when I mentioned this general concept to Madam Standards, she got grossed out a bit. Alas. Ah well! Purple and I have the same sort of terrible sense of humor!