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I have SUCKED at poetry month recently, but I am about to make it up to you hardcore. Via debitha:

THE LOLCAT WASTELAND. april hates u, makes lilacs, u no can has.

And because no post on cats is complete without a post on dogs, I dare you to spend five minutes on this site and not actually laugh out loud. And if you do not LOL, you should consider the idea that you may need some kind of mood stabiliser.

Upside Down Dogs.

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WTF.

I just got my employee evaluation information -- well, part of it. I serve three different masters, in the end, and two of them basically said "Please don't quit. Please don't quit". And one of them sent me a four page file of criticism and new-duties requests.

Which, okay, look, I'm fine taking on more responsibility and helping out more. I would have preferred to be told about this stuff as it came up, but I can cope.

Except that at least two pages of this four page file are things I am already doing. Several items are things I created and implemented. Which leads me to question the entire file, because if this particular person is not aware that I do these things, are they aware that the other things they want me to do may already be filled by other people? (Most are -- I talked to my coworkers about how I should go about some of these tasks and most of them said "Why would you do this? That's my job").

I wasn't aware there was anyone in this office who didn't know I brewed the coffee. Where do they think the coffee in the machine behind me comes from, the Kona Gnomes? Great idea that I should create and maintain a handbook for temps! Did you get the inspiration from the HANDBOOK FOR TEMPS I made my second week on the job and have been leaving out for every temp since?

AND YET.

If this is the worst thing I have to complain about on this job, seriously, I need to STFU.

Meanwhile, I am slowly scratching things off the to-do list today, and feeling very efficient...

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Today is the first day in *checks* more than two months that I haven't been writing to a deadline.

Self-imposed, both of them, but I think saying "just self imposed" would contradict how srsly I take my deadlines. It doesn't matter if I told myself to finish by a date or if God sent an angel to tell me I had a week to finish the fic (God writes gen, but He got Darwin to write Him some porn), if there is a deadline I am going to make it.

Now I'm momentarily at rest, which is a nice feeling. I've been screwing around with the Cult Of Done manifesto, and I like some of what it has to say, but there's a certain frenetic energy it implies that no creative person can sustain indefinitely -- and I'm not entirely behind the concept of More for More's sake. Still, it's an interesting idea and I like the drawings they did for it. :D

I don't know how much writing I'll be doing in the immediate future, if only because I'm exhausted and also going to be traveling a lot in May. I expect now that I've said this something will catch fire for me and I'll find myself writing frantically in airports and train stations.

I wrote this, and then I thought I'd muse a bit on Extribulum, and that turned into another fucking essay, so I'm posting this and then I'll post that essay in a second.

Man, that two whole minutes of no-pressure was nice.

MY LIFE, IT IS MADE OF IRONY.

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( Meanwhile, in the land of Extribulum... )

I am made of suspicious.

So, Captain Harkness.

About this user icon.

Which I didn't upload, and which certainly didn't just show up on its own. Which, furthermore, could only have been uploaded by someone who was very adept at hacking, or someone who knew my password.

It's you or the Russians, Jack.

HINT: It's not the Russians. (I checked with the Kremlin.)