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NEWS!:

-my brother is still an asshole, but an asshole that appears to be coming to his senses. One hopes. We shall see.

-I have not been fandom-squeeing enough. THIS SADDENS ME. I am saddened.

-I FINISHED MY WHO SCARF!!! BEHOLD!

-Am watching a Who episode right now. Am NOT paying attention to it :(

- I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE: I've not watched any of Merlin Season 3 yet. I just don't want to be heartbroken, and I don't think I'm all to keen about where they seem to be going with Morgana and stuff. I DON'T THINK I CAN WATCH MERLIN ALONE, IS WHAT I'M SAYING. I THINK I NEED AN ADULT, OR AN APPROPRIATE FANGIRL NEXT TO ME SO I CAN REMEMBER WHAT THE SQUEE IS ALL ABOUT. :(

-Two weeks ago because my Boss!Lady injured herself and was out the whole week, I dealt with the IT guy for our COMPUTER ISSUES OF INSANITY AND GRAY-HAIR INDUCTING MAYHEM (SERIOUSLY, I FOUND A GRAY HAIR THE NEXT WEEK. I BLAME THE COMPUTERS!!). We talked lots. In short, I now have a WEE BIT OF A UBER CRUSH ON IT GUY. D:

-On Friday night, I drunk texted my Boss!Lady about IT guy and my wee-bit-of-an-uber-crush-on-him. DDD:

-She didn't tease me as mercilessly as she could have. I think she finds it adorable instead. O_o ALSO IT TURNS OUT IT GUY LIKES BEER I MUST LAY MY TRAP.

-I don't know what I am drinking, but it's TERRIBLE and I should really just dump it down the sink.

-I'm doing NaNoWriMo again this year. I don't really like my story. But I AM able to write 1000 words in 30 minute sprints, so I'm pretty much ahead/on track. Just...MEH.

-I want to have another geek-together sometime either this week or next. STAY TUNED!

-SERIOUSLY, I have to dump this drink down the drain, I don't know WHAT I was thinking but it is DISGUSTING.


That is all.


Nella OUT.
This post comes to you in Handy, Dandy Bullet Points! Bullet Points: for when you haven't updated in forever, and you don't know where to begin!


* I LOVE MY APARTMENT.


* I want to host some serious hanging out in my apartment. Like, knitting, tea and movies/tv shows sort of things. Anyone interested? 3 blocks from a M/V stop, convenient bus-age for them un-subwayable! Let's talk!


* Talking about knitting, the urge has finally struck me down--I JUST FINISHED PURCHASING the yarn needed to knit...

THE BAKER!DOCTOR WHO SCARF.

I can't even say I find it a particularly ATTRACTIVE scarf, but I've been wanting to knit an obscenely long scarf for a while now, and it is THE Obscenely Long Scarf To End All Long Scarves.

Send help, please.



* Talking about sending help, my consciousness has been COMPLETELY TAKING HOSTAGE BY TOM HARDY. I mean, just just LOOK at this magnificent bastard.

Not fair, sir. Not. Fair.



* Talking about FAIRES, went to the NY Ren Faire. May have to go again closing weekend. I mean, there were attractive ladies swinging swords and preforming abridged Shakespeare. And Nuns. Funny ones. AND I also purchased a new outfit.

My credit card currently HATES. ME.



* Talking about hate, my workplace has been an unhappy place lately. Due to some really, really poor moves on Madame President's part (mainly, not giving credit where it was due, and being obsessed with 1) cutting the budget foolishly and 2) bringing in new part time hires who DON'T know the space like our people do to DO the jobs that OUR people are there to do) people have been quitting. A. Lot. First it was Token!Brit (who left to do producing work on a little Broadway Musical about a man who could be called spiderlike [if you know what I mean], so BULLY HIM!) and then it was one lady in Membership...and today it was ANOTHER lady, who quit EFFECTIVE. IMMEDIATELY.

SCANDALOUS.

Pretty much, my work place-what-looks-like-a-castle is declining a'la Camelot--the golden age was wondrous, but people are leaving because the higher up management is getting worse, and I feel an epic battle and fall is coming.

All I know is that Lady!Boss has been looking for a new position else where...and THAT terrifies me. I feel like I shall be the last knight standing, or Geneveire banished to her nunnery, the last tragic survivor of a glorious era...

Ah well. It still pays me at least.



* In happier news, my BROTHER STARTED CULINARY SCHOOL!!!!....Dear God, may he not drop out. Or get kicked out. *frets*. However, is DOES mean I am obligated to visit him in Providence now. Mwhaha. Mwhahahaha. MWHAHAHHAHAHHA!



* I'm going to go make myself a cup of tea. Tea will make me feel better. Yes. Glorious Tea.
You know it's one of THOSE days when you have this verse from "The Charge of the Light Brigade" on loop in your head:

'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldiers knew
Some one had blunder'd: 
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.


For realz, that verse and the fact that it's the Shat Ball is this evening is the only thing keeping me from backhanding a few choice people who, AS USUAL, have sprung things on me AT THE LAST MINUTE, and very blithely asked me to do it all FOR THEM, with an airy "Thanks" and "oh, I NEED it done today" and "I REALLY appreciate this".

And you know what, it's done. It's fine. Because I am Nella and BY GOD I GET SHIT DONE, even when it's NOT EVEN MY SHIT IN THE FIRST PLACE.

*deep breath*
But I plum forgot to!

Last week was my roomie's b-day, and as I realized I had TOTALLY FORGOTTEN to get her a card, but remembered how much she loved penguins and how her original plans were ruined by the snow storm, I made her this!

handmade card thrown together at the last minute during my lunch break while at work and after commandeering the graphic designer supplies that hadn't been touched in a year. )

I swear I got actual work done last week while at work. I SWEAR IT.
Much as I love my office job, all this sitting is KILLING me. Now, it's not like I'm an athletic person, far from it. I'm one of nature's laze-abouters. The internet has not helped that in the least. HOWEVER. My body just can't take that sort of abuse. I just CAN'T sit for hours and days on end because my body will become one big pile of HURT. I mean, I managed to wrack up quite a few aches and pains back when I was working in Archaeology, but at least they were strains and things that made sense. Went tramping 2 miles with 50 lbs of bulky equipment? Ok, that ache in my back makes sense! Shifted wet clay for 6+ hours for an entire week? Well, no wonder my arms are sore (and getting a bit toned, nice). Been troweling through glacial fill of highly compacted rocks and dirt? Of COURSE my wrists and forearm is going to be one long OUCH.

But here, while I'm not climbing under/over tables, running up/down stairs, lifting/dragging furniture, I'm sitting on my ass. ALL DAY. I mean, that paper work ain't going to finish itself!

(Oh, that I wish it would!)

But this is causing…problems. Never mind the knots in my shoulders (friends of mine who can beat a back into submission have described as my body's OBVIOUS attempts at building body armor). I've been trying to stretch and stuff, but I just can't shake this absolute PAIN in my lower back. And if I sit for more than an hour, I have to be careful about HOW I get up from my seat. And then I have to be carefully walking for a bit. Which, like I said, IS KILLING ME, because I'm one of those 'sit down/jump up/throw myself back into my chair/leap to my feet again!' sorts.

The minute I start walking and moving and crawling and crouching, my back feels worlds better. But as soon as I sit? I'm back where I started. I can't help but feel this is my body's way of demanding that I get on planning/creating that farming commune of my dreams. 'Look how unhappy I can make you when you aren't outside in the sun and wind and other elements with dirt under your nails and finagling with equipment and dreaming of the things you could grow in a greenhouse complex a'la EPCOT and contemplating the merits of pre-industrial revolution farming methods and the trials and tribulations of goat-raising' it seems to be saying.

ARGH why must I be such a HOBBIT.
Lady!Boss is out with a stomach bug.

Father (her boss) is out at a doctor's appointment, and is probably not going to come in today.

I have a stack of paperwork that NEEDS to be done by today. Things in the office are (KNOCK ON WOOD) quiet.

…I might ACTUALLY be able to get some work done.

*is gobsmacked*
I have a million things to update about, like, the Decemberween party of piratey shenanigans, the half-assed but rather fun meet up last weekend, a very holiday-inducing rifftrax, Lindsay being in town, pink Christmas trees, real egg nog (DAMN that was a lot of egg...) and highly appropriate Christmas gifts--

Which I'll try to update about tonight. And with pictures too! But for the meanwhile...

We're retiring the 1st generation computers at my workplaces, because they are old and we're tired of trying to drag them back from death's door constantly. But The Captain--master of being serious in his minor detail orientation--told me to label the retiring computer, so we don't mix it up with the new shiny ones.

...Not like the computer is already labeled with an ID number so there's no danger of that happening, but VERY WELL, I can play at this game of anal redundancy.

The Captain wants labeled, I'll GIVE him labeled! )

Let no man claim I am not THOROUGH in my half-amused mockery.


UGH I need Christmas to happen before I do something REALLY foolish here.
Dramatis Personae:
Nella a.k.a. Me
Lady!Boss a.k.a. Lady!Boss
Her Boss a.k.a. The Captain a.k.a. Father
The Copier a.k.a. Debbie (The Bitch)

Our scene opens to Nella and Lady!Boss sitting at their desks. Nella's desk is faced away from Lady!Boss, her back to her. Lady!Boss's desk is next to Father's--he's desk faces hers. The pair are typing away at this and that, when suddenly, through an email, Lady!Boss proclaims!--

Lady!Boss: Dad looks mad that he had to fill the copier

Me: *likewise through email* Yes, after all, we should be able to divine from over here when the printers need refilling.

Lady!Boss: But of course…Debbie that BITCH… you’d think she’d give us a heads up!

Me: You KNOW that Debbie lives to make us look bad in front of Father…

Lady!Boss: Hahahaha That whore.

Me: I can’t decide if she’s the sister from the other marriage, or the evil step mother.

Lady!Boss: I think she’s the sister from the other marriage from the evil step mother.

Me: And not even the red-headed one that’s just kinda of stupid and ends up being alright and marries the baker.

Lady!Boss: EXACTLY!!!!...Debbie is the blonde evil one that every one thinks is sweet and innocent…. And then goes and marries the town hottie and cheats on him with the town sleaze bucket for money!!!

Me: She’s also a DIRTY whore—that’s the second time in a week I’ve had to wipe her down to get rid of lines in the copies.

*a pause of some time, when suddenly--*

Lady!Boss: Do you understand, how hard…. It is…. Not to laugh right NOW?

Me: Oh, I sympathize. It’s a damn good thing my back is to Father. And on that note. Mwha. MWHAHA. MWHAHAHAHAH.

~*~

BLEGH TUESDAYS.
I'm BOOOOOOOORED. So, I started doodling in the various notebooks on my desk. Like--



Can it be time for my work place's holiday bowling party? NOW? I mean, it's 5 now, the party's at 6, we could totally just, you know, forget about all this WORK stuff and go bowling now.

AMIRITE??

*counts down the minutes*

EDIT OF 'OMG, I'M SO SORRY FOR THE GINORMOUS PICTURE, FLIST, BUT HTML IS NIGH IMPOSSIBLE TO FIX ON AN I-TOUCH. MEA FUCKING CULPA *GROVELS!*
--Remembrance Day, Veterans' Day. But there was something heavy in the air at work as we uncovered the Book of Remembrance, set out the chairs for visitors, and rang the bell at 11:11 am to call everyone to a moment of silence. And if the history of the thing wasn't enough, if the names in the Book weren't enough, if the plaques for the fallen on the walls, if the cases with the medals lining the hallway wasn't enough, this place still houses an active regiment, on tour and "Over There" right now.

When I first started here, the day the reg. left for their tour, there was a sending off for them. A lot of running around, a lot of trying to make sure it didn't all go to chaos, a lot of getting the families in, getting the buses out in the front, getting everyone where they needed to go--

I was on my way for my 2nd cup of coffee when one chap hailed me. I turned around, and he blinked, and grinned sheepishly.

"Holy cow; sorry, but you're a spitting image of my sister," he laughed, and shrugged it off, and walked away.





'Tis a pity we never learn.
Token!Brit, Events!Planner, and I just broke out into a very heartfelt, very TIRED but resolved version of "Red and Black" from Le Mis. While sitting at our desks, staring at our respective computer screens.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAND now we've moved onto "Stars".

EDIT: Also, supposedly I win in geekery, because not only am I a Trek geek, and a XKCD geek, but I'm a musical theater geek as well.

I'm like, a Eagle Scout of Geekery. LET ME SHOW YOU MY BADGES.

EDIT OF "OH MY GOD, IS IT TIME TO GO HOME":

*after finding out Lady!Boss has taken TWO caffeine pills today*
Event!planner: You're not going to be able to go to sleep tonight.
Lady!Boss: I'm going to crash and burn.
Me: Yep, crash and burn. The Hindenburg ain't gonna have shit on you.

*and a little later*

*after Lady!Boss and I break out into a rousing rendition of "You've Got a Friend"*


Event!planner: Ok, you're both singing "Toy Story" now? Ok, she *points at Lady!Boss* has an excuse, you *points at me* are just a NERD.

*AND ONE MINUTE AFTER THAT* OMG THE GUY WHO WAS DOWNSTAIRS SETTING UP THE AV FOR TONIGHT'S LECTURE LOOKS LIKE RAY VECCHIO FROM DUE SOUTH. HOLY SHIT THAT'S HYSTERICAL.
I know it's Friday, but the sentiments of the above icon are the same.

Everything and anything that could happen today at work, is happening. Lady!Boss is out, which means in the immortal words of the Minister from Blazing Saddles: 'Kid, you're on your own."

However, it's warms the cockles of my heart to know no matter what, the universe deems it necessary that I be sprawled out on top of a table, fiddling with the projector's settings just when the rather cute looking computer program specialist who's giving the presentation I'm setting the projector up for walks in. And I DO MEAN SPRAWLED. Damnit Jim those tables are extremely large, and the projector sits right in the middle! I don't have the arm length to handle that without crawling on top of the table!

*HEAD DESK* Well, at least I'm good for amusing rather cute tech-y boys on Friday mornings.

STILL SITTING ON SENDING OUT THE INFORMATION FOR MY ST_NYC_GQMFS HALLOWEEN PLANS. *DIES* Just waiting on ONE minor-but-really-not-SO-minor detail...but other than that, the info is--NEARLY completely typed and ready to go out. But goddamn. There's no way in HELL I'm doing any meet-up planning in November, much as I love THAT ENTIRE COMM.

Well, at least my HAIR WAS CUT LAST NIGHT WOOOOOOOOH!! INVERTED BOB FTW! They did blow it out for free as I was a newbie at the salon, so it's PIN straight right now. The novelty of silky smooth straight hair amuses me, but tomorrow it'll be back to the regularly scheduled programming of curls, AND with the addition of some SERIOUS organic weekly hair oil masque thingie that is suppose to keep my hair wonderfully shiny and curly without getting oily and heavy. Although, if Agent Anachronism ever needs a Evil!Mirror!Universe version of herself, the evil Anachronism is SOOOO going to have straight hair. I feel so…DIABOLICAL with straight hair. MWHA. MWHAHAHAHA.

AH WELL back to work. Though, I really should get a picture of my hair, for posterity's sake.

Toodle-pip!
My Lady Boss is a Red Sox fan. These are the things I do to make her happy.



Happy Friday, Everyone!
I found this article from Wired about mini weapons you can make out of office supplies. After a brief internal debate, I sent the link to my Lady Boss. Now, I debated sending her this link NOT because I was afraid she'd think I was wasting my time goofing off on the internet, but because she's already got deadly enough aim as is with regular paper clips and rubber bands. But I resolved to damn the consequences anyway, and shared the article.

We just spent an hour constructing and goofing around with a ruler/rubber band/gaffers' tape crossbow. We're using the bag of chopsticks we got from the last food convention our work place hosted as ammunition. And the speed and distance this thing is capable of is AWESOME. We haven't yet been able to test it in the Drill Hall, so we don't yet know its' absolute range.

But yea, if we were to use a sharpened number 2 pencil rather than dull chopsticks, this thing could fucking HURT.

Don't have my actual camera, so camera phone will have to suffice… )

Seriously you guys, I want to work wherever my Lady Boss works. Where she goes, I want to fucking follow. I just can't bear the thought of working with people who would think office weaponry would somehow be a BAD idea.


AND TO THE VISIGOTHS AT THE GATE HOPING TO STORM OUR WORKPLACE:

FUCKING BRING IT ON.


EDIT OF O'GOD I'VE CREATED A MONSTER: Lady Boss just put a plastic ball on my head and told me not to move. Luckily the crossbow misfired 3 times so she gave up, but she says I get points for being a good sport. Dude, I just didn't want to get shot in the eye or the ear.
I'M SO BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORED.

So have a picture of who protects my work desk from the raging infected mobs and the stupidity of humanity.



THAT'S RIGHT, IT'S CHRIS REDFIELD AND EV-E!!

You may now return to your normally scheduled programming.
So, Lady Boss received a box of chocolate-covered Strawberries from the construction engineering guy from upstairs, but she refused to share them until:


*ME, laughing at something Lady!Boss typed in regards to some new office protocol bullshit*
Lady!Boss: Just for that, you get a chocolate covered Strawberry.
Me: Really? Thank you Lady Bo—
Lady!Boss: You take the biggest one I swear to God I'll beat you with my ruler.
Me: *meekly takes the smallest possible chocolate covered strawberry*
Lady!Boss: You got lucky this time.

LATER:

Lady!Boss: I feel like Mrs. Hannigan.


EDIT:MUCH LATER:

*Me, seeing the new box of Godiva chocolates on Lady Boss' desk*
Me: You got ANOTHER thing of chocolates? Jeez, what is it with you?
Lady!Boss: See, if I'm a bitch, people love me.
Me: It's more like blood money.
Lady!Boss: That too.
Lady Boss and El-Across-the-Office were just playing Battleships.

...over the filing cabinets.

Luckily, I was out of the direct line of flying paper clips, post-it notepads, Air Conditioner remotes, and rubber bands.

HAPPY TUESDAY, WORLD!
ink_n_imp: (Indie Snakes On a Plane)
Sometimes, I don't know HOW humanity escaped the Cold War in one piece. Well, maybe not entirely one piece. Yes, I AM looking at you, CIA. But enough of a whole piece that now people look back on that time and think "Pfft, that was IT?"

But all seriousness aside, think of all the LULZ we'd be missing had we not had that without that Iron Curtain of Fear and Dread! (…anyone else get a mental image of Russia and America shopping for home décor? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?)

Take this palm-sized pamphlet my Lady Boss yoinked from the Archivist upstairs for example.



So you're in the Army and shit's just gone down? DON'T PANIC SON! Just follow the instructions in this ONE PAGE BACK-TO-FRONT FOLDED pamphlet, and YOU TOO might survive--and even prevent!--the end of America! )

So remember kiddos! If Indiana Jones can survive thanks to a lead-lined refrigerator, SO CAN YOU!

5th movie: Indiana Jones and the Leukemia of Death?
So, what do you get when you have a fucking sexy historic building?

You get magazine photo shoots like these.

Seriously, it was weird if only for the 3 days of half-naked, Spock-haircut sporting boys (and yes, I say BOYS; they were teenagers, we felt so skeezy) walking around, standing in line waiting for what looked like a S&M smack down.

But still, end of the day, there's nothing quite like going to work to find half naked, Spock-haircut sporting boys in vaguely school like uniforms lying about the place.

Just saying.


----

In other news, STILL can't quite hear out of my left ear. First time in a pool ALL SUMMER, and I'm seriously beginning to regret it.

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