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I just woke up from a dream in which it was Thanksgiving day and there were hallucinogens in the dinner rolls, of which I was the only one who didn't get any. Not for lack of goddamn trying, believe me. At least, before I knew they were laced.

Only I could come up with a rational explanation for why everyone else in a dream is acting irrational. Hallucinogens in the dinner rolls! Of course! Look out!

Back to bed for me.

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Chapter Two of Nameless has been posted! MYSTERY AWAITS!

Also, my new Mini is supposed to arrive today. ARRIVE FASTER. Coworker J and I decided to race my laptop against his paycheck to see which would arrive first, and as long as the laptop gets here before 4:30 I will win. What will I win? Prestige! Because he's broke!

I DID remember making the post about the dream when I woke up this morning, but admittedly most of what I remember is "People are going to tease me about not remembering this".

Oh cafe. How well I know you.

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Someone on Graphjam made this, and it is a towering truth of education.

You will not spend most of your time catching plagiarists. You will spend most of your time being told, by plagiarists, that they did not plagiarise, and then proving it to them (and then watching them cry). The only wedge missing from that chart is the one that should read "Drinking heavily afterwards".

Also: All day long people at work have been stupid at me, and I have the cranky. THE CRANKY.

LAPTOP ARRIVE FASTER DAMN YOU.

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Man, I have never looked forward to lunch at this job as much as I did today. I have no idea why I'm so cranky, I got lots of sleep last night (dream notwithstanding) and the people, honestly, are no dumber than they were yesterday. I think it is crankiness that is building up to the Arrival Of The Laptop. Like, to make it even MORE AWESOME. Or something.

Except it's not showing up and if they don't deliver it before 4:30 (they only guarantee before 7) it will have been the most disappointing day ever.

Also AT&T's security measures are preventing me from paying my bills, which is ironic and crankifying.

BUT, there are some positives! I've been bringing my bento to work a lot more than I used to, not really out of any pure motive like better food or money savings but predominantly because I'm really tired of the food offerings in the area. Basically it's burgers or sandwiches and most of the sandwich places are on my banlist for Terrible Food. I do love my bento, though; today I had a bit of pizza, half a banana muffin, a babybel cheese and some chocolate. Someday I might work up to actually packing a bento with stuff bentos are supposed to have, but that day is not today. :D

My point is that I did the maths and just bringing my bento this week and last has saved me somewhere in the vicinity of $50. I have eaten a DVD Box Set in pack lunches! That's pretty cool.

Actually I will probably use some of that savings to buy a sauce bottle and some muffin cups for my bento. Because I am that much of a dork.

LAPTOP, ARRIVE FASTER!

When Emergency Preparedness Drills Attack

If she were not already dead I would kill her so much.

Toshiko programmed the Hub to go into emergency lockdown, randomly, twice a year. The drills were to test our preparedness and also because Owen's quite funny when he panics because he never read the protocols. The lockdown tests only last twenty minutes, because that's about how long all of us can spend together in the dark without an actual emergency before either 1) mass murder or 2) an orgy.

The Hub has gone into emergency test lockdown four times in the past six hours. We've given up on drilling the protocols; I wasn't even in the Hub for two of them. Ianto Jones on a sandwich run is not sufficient justification for an emergency Hub lockdown, thank you.

This latest one caught me in the Information Centre trying to rewire some of the cables under the desk, so here I am, waiting for it to cycle out so Jack can tell me which plug goes in which hole (he can't stop laughing). Obviously there's a short somewhere in one of the circuits, but there are about two million circuits it could be. I've no idea what Tosh thought she was doing; it's possible she was making the best out of wiring laid in by a century of idiots who came before her.

She always said she wanted to do a complete rewiring. There just wasn't ever enough time, you know.

Now I miss Toshiko. I probably would not kill her if she were still alive. But I would bring her coffee last.

Okay, before Owen's. But definitely after Gwen's.

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BAM! LAPTOP HAS ARRIVED!

It is seriously teeny tiny. It's the same size as my weekly organiser.

I had to actually ask the FedEx guy, "Are you sure you don't have a package for me?" and he checked again and found it, and I said HOORAY IT IS MY LAPTOP and then he made me open it up and show it to him because he didn't believe they made laptops that small. Tiny laptop is seriously tiny. And has no significant damage that I can see, so score one for buying scratch&dent.

Seriously, I am no longer cranky. The tiny shiny has absorbed the cranky right out of me.

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I am coming to you live from the wibbly wobbly tiny shiny. I'm doing a little better with the typing now that I've found that the home keys actually do have guide ridges on them -- thought I was going to have to buy some raised dots to stick to them. I still might buy one for the a key, since I keep mispositioning my finger on the S. Also, the apostrophe is in a seriously weird place. I'm pretty sure the apostrophe is way more important than the semicolon, not that you would know that from my fiction. :D

Tiny shiny is almost ridiculously small, actually -- it feels like a child's toy. And ubuntu is going to take some getting used to, but so far I have managed to activate the internet (internet powers, ACTIVATE!) and locate the web browser. XKCD is laughing at me right now.

She is tiny and shiny but she is definitely not a sole-use computer. I'd go bonkers. She is the Archie Goodwin to my laptop's Nero Wolfe -- nimble and mobile but in the end not quite up to the same brainpower as the big guy.

I think they will be very happy together. And they have joint custody of the flashdrive, which is nice. Actually I need to figure out how she'll cope with the flashdrive -- not to mention whether it's even possible to bust open a .doc file on this thing or if I'm going to have to find a way to install open office. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing -- one day you're hacking Word onto your Mini, the next you're crashing NORAAD with it.

HAVE TINY, WILL TRAVEL!

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So my parents are gearing up for a new dog. Perhaps not the puppy they're going to look at this weekend, but a new dog in the reasonably near future.

Which means buying a pet bed, and some food bowls...and a carrier.

A cloth carrier. With handles.

They bought a tote bag for the puppy.

I need a drink.