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Bridget Monkey's Slash
Apr. 11th, 2002 09:44 pmHorribly, utterly entertained. (And talking to myself in a British accent. Don't worry - it's not contagious.)
Spent today in class. As it started at 9, did not have to be up early, and slept in an entire hour. Learned that OSX has some swell games, the iLamp is, despite being the bastard offspring of a volleyball and an Ikea lamp, a devastatingly sexy computer, oh, and something involving Filemaker databases.
On my way home, picked up Iron Monkey and Bridget Jones' Diary. Guess which one I just finished watching.
And then, after sighing far too much over Colin Firth (One does not drool over Colin Firth. One sighs rapturously, threatening to burst one's stays with the fluttering passion within one's bosom.) I came upstairs and found the most delightful quote from Neil Gaiman, thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
isabeau.
("No, that's pizza," I want to tell them. "Pizza wants to be free. Concentrate on liberating pizza from evil pizzerias. Information, on the other hand, really hates being free, and is never happier than when manacled to a wall, like Kirk and Spock in some piece of late 70s bondage-oriented slash fiction.")
Lower in the blog, he comments on fan fiction, too. I'll just have to add him to the list of extremely funny, cool people whose journals I don't read often enough. (And he's got a link to K.S. Nicholas' answer to What is Slash?)
Bloody Hell! My friend's page goes by fast. It's one thing when I'm at work, and refreshing every fifteen minutes (maybe faster, but I won't cop to it), but when I've spent the day playing with a new OS and a program I haven't really touched in months and ooh, look, a game involving pretty colored blocks... Well, let's just say you lot are loquacious and leave it at that.
So. Right. My keyboard's still a little sticky from that tea accident a few weeks ago. That damn space bar, every time. I'm tempted to take it apart again, but I'm not sure if that'll accomplish anything. I should just break down and get myself one of those ergonomic keyboards that I liked so much at the Foundation.
Which - ohoh! I heard about today. Our class was held right across the road from the Foundation, and one of the other ladies' coworker's husband had recently been hired to manage in IT over there. I got the impression that things are still royally fucked in that department. Serves them right for letting me go - everyone else in the place adored me.
If you can't geek, fake it. If you can't fake it, charm the pants off your users. Fortunately, I can do all three.
Spent today in class. As it started at 9, did not have to be up early, and slept in an entire hour. Learned that OSX has some swell games, the iLamp is, despite being the bastard offspring of a volleyball and an Ikea lamp, a devastatingly sexy computer, oh, and something involving Filemaker databases.
On my way home, picked up Iron Monkey and Bridget Jones' Diary. Guess which one I just finished watching.
And then, after sighing far too much over Colin Firth (One does not drool over Colin Firth. One sighs rapturously, threatening to burst one's stays with the fluttering passion within one's bosom.) I came upstairs and found the most delightful quote from Neil Gaiman, thanks to
isabeau.("No, that's pizza," I want to tell them. "Pizza wants to be free. Concentrate on liberating pizza from evil pizzerias. Information, on the other hand, really hates being free, and is never happier than when manacled to a wall, like Kirk and Spock in some piece of late 70s bondage-oriented slash fiction.")
Lower in the blog, he comments on fan fiction, too. I'll just have to add him to the list of extremely funny, cool people whose journals I don't read often enough. (And he's got a link to K.S. Nicholas' answer to What is Slash?)
Bloody Hell! My friend's page goes by fast. It's one thing when I'm at work, and refreshing every fifteen minutes (maybe faster, but I won't cop to it), but when I've spent the day playing with a new OS and a program I haven't really touched in months and ooh, look, a game involving pretty colored blocks... Well, let's just say you lot are loquacious and leave it at that.
So. Right. My keyboard's still a little sticky from that tea accident a few weeks ago. That damn space bar, every time. I'm tempted to take it apart again, but I'm not sure if that'll accomplish anything. I should just break down and get myself one of those ergonomic keyboards that I liked so much at the Foundation.
Which - ohoh! I heard about today. Our class was held right across the road from the Foundation, and one of the other ladies' coworker's husband had recently been hired to manage in IT over there. I got the impression that things are still royally fucked in that department. Serves them right for letting me go - everyone else in the place adored me.
If you can't geek, fake it. If you can't fake it, charm the pants off your users. Fortunately, I can do all three.
