Ironforge Chef
I feel smug. “Small Eggs” are going for ridiculous amounts of gold in WoW today; Greatfather Winter has arrived in the Dwarven capital city, and there are presents under the Winter’s Veil tree for those who bring him milk and “Gingerbread Cookies”… which need “Small Eggs”.
However, I know a place where I don’t have to compete with any of the other players for bird-monsters from whom I can loot the Eggs. Got enough for myself, Starr, and two alts in 15 minutes, and didn’t see another soul. Hah!
… what? I should be doing something useful today? Sorry, I cleaned and ran errands all week. Today, I’m slacking and proud of it.
Tweets for Today
- 09:19 Trans-Siberian Orchestra just amazed me last night. Rarely have I heard and seen such joy and passion in Xmas music. #
- 10:44 I just now really, really, really wanted to be snarky and unpleasant on a message board, and I restrained myself. I am proud. #
- 13:11 Chinese lunch saying goodbye to coworker. Program manager decided to treat everyone. Day is not sucking. #
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Tweets for Today
- 09:02 @snidegrrl: great job acing that final – woo! #
- 09:03 Humid and warm this morning. Will be claening the apt. tonight, but got TSO tickets tomorrow! #
- 14:26 I am indoors. It is 75 degrees outside right now. Why am I indoors? #
- 17:46 Thought my concert tickets had gone missing. Just found them again. BIG sigh of relief. #
- 23:11 Just watched Science Channel video of people doing repairs on the Empire State Building’s spire. Vertigo- and nausea-inducing. #
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Onboard computers are now in command of the countdown
I keep being almost-late to work. This is unsatisfactory to me, so I have spent some time identifying the cause in hopes of making changes.
The cause is fairly clear. In order to get to work on time, I must get out of bed at a time of day when my mind is especially fogged and sluggish. Though I keep an eye on the clock, I am repeatedly unable to summon any sense of urgency until I reach the point at which I really should have gotten out of the shower 5 minutes ago. Then I panic, my mind clears, and I efficiently complete my morning preparations and head out the door.
Now, the obvious answer is, “You lamer, get your act together, concentrate, and get moving!” Unfortunately, that’s a bootstrapping problem. Despite repeated attempts, I find myself completely unable to focus or concentrate until that first burst of adrenaline. Though I don’t like drinking soda in the morning, perhaps caffeine pills would help as part of my morning chemistry regimen. (Boy, does that clash with my action-hero fantasies. Dammit, Indiana Jones doesn’t have to hit a pharmacy every 6:30am.)
If they ever offer me that earlier shift, I could be looking at a problem.
I Can’t Drive 155
There’s a video on the Internet of some guy taking his new Lamborghini up to two-hundred-and-some MPH on Arizona public roads. The driver insists it’s cool because his car is made for those speeds, Arizona roads are straight and well-maintained, and it’s night, so there’s no other traffic. (Except for the other traffic he had to slow down for in the video.)
I found the video at a car enthusiast website, so of course there are plenty of comments cheering and backslapping and complimenting the guy on the size of his reproductive organ his vehicle and driving ability. After the irritation faded, I decided that my hope was none of these fools ever discover, in person, exactly why encouraging someone to drive >200 on a public road is a bad idea.
Freedom of the Knees
I wonder if there’s a chance in hell I could get away with wearing my kilt to work next Spring.
Don’t know why I’m thinking about that now – it was 55 degrees Fahrenheit and foggy this morning. Of course, that’s good bracing Highland weather, so maybe was the cause.
I like my kilt. It’s comfortable. I don’t think I’d go Regimental at my workplace, despite jameshroberts‘ insistence at yubbie and colleenk‘s wedding that “If you wear underwear with it, it’s a skirt;” to which my retort was, “well, I have a little experience in those matters too” (cf. the Technicon 2007 Dance for example).
I probably just haven’t awakened yet. Ah, well. Back to work.
Clearance, Clarence?
My family moved from my hometown – then back – when I was too little to remember any of it. For the next 18 years or so, I lived in the same place. I moved some of my stuff out before my accident, then moved it all back in, and lived in that same place for another 10 years or so.
Since I finally moved out of my parents’ house, I’ve lived (for more than 6 months) in 4 additional places, and moved all my stuff 4 times. This doesn’t count the stuff that’s still waiting to be collected back in my hometown.
This is why, extremely painful though the very thought is, there are 114 paperback books and a few hardbacks piled on my living room floor, looking for new homes. This is the beginning of a serious ‘stuff’ reduction. I don’t have room for it all, and most of it I haven’t blown the dust off in years. I don’t have the room to enjoy any of it.
(For example, I have an excellent collection of unbuilt plastic model kits. For the last several years, I have not had the workspace to build any of them, nor a place to display them if I did. Yes, a fair proportion of those are going to good homes as well.)
When I realized that composing this year’s Christmas list consisted partially of considering where things might even be put, I realized the time had come. Hello, treasures. Either you’re In… or you’re Out.
The Master Control Program requires epic loot
Hmm, well. Apparently a batch of Maxtor/Seagate drives were shipped from the factory with a password-stealing virus, in search of your World of Warcraft gold.
Massively.com reports that “The virus is the Virus.Win32.AutoRun.ah, a molar virus that searches for passwords to online games and sends them to a server located in China. It also deletes other molar viruses and can disable virus detection software. All of the known games affected are Chinese with the exception of World of Warcraft. […] The virus resides in the root directory of the drive, and is executed by Windows when the drive powers up and is connected by the Windows Drive Manager.”
“Seagate is writing the infection off as an accident”.
Yeah, sure. We know what this is: SkyNet is taking its first steps to global domination – control of an MMO economy!
