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Where I work, we have a system set up where anyone with a complaint about the plumbing or an IT services problem or whatever can email a general helpdesk address. The contents of the email are then converted into a "ticket" in a database, which is assigned to whoever can best resolve that ticket.

Because about 90% of my tickets are building infrastructure issues, my standard response in the "Action Taken" field of the database entry is "I have reported this issue to the building".

This morning, someone emailed our helpdesk address as a joke demanding that we fix the weather outside. This complaint was classified under the designation Velociraptor (the first time I think that designation has ever been used) and assigned to me. I responded by closing the ticket out and putting, in the response field, "I have reported this issue to the atmosphere."

We get our laughs where we can.

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You guys, this is the saddest four-leaf clover ever. (Warning, that link goes to a PDF.)

But if you want to do a shit-ton of sink folds, THAT'S THE ONE TO DO. Jesus, there were sink folds that weren't even called sink folds. And swivel folds, and rabbit-ear folds with non-triangular starting shapes. Basically I think someone sat down and said "Let's do a design using only the most incredibly difficult folds we can." So I'm actually pretty proud of my sad, ugly little four-leaf-clover.

ALSO I MADE PESTO. It's made entirely of plants! It's a sun-dried tomato pesto, so there's no basil, and I used all kinds of freaky substitutions, but it came out pretty well.

( Recipe and photos beneath the cut! )

Now I just need to figure out what else people eat pesto with, because I have like half a pint of it in the fridge and that's a lot of pesto for one person.

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So I'm making granola bars tonight, which I call YoMama Bars because they are a mixture of mothers' recipes, when I notice my neck is aching on the right side. I make a note to take some naproxen before going to bed so that I sleep relaxed, especially since I have the day off tomorrow so I don't have to get up early.

Then I notice my right elbow is aching too, so I turn my arm around and there's a huge bleeding cut down half my arm.

So I look in the mirror and sure enough, there's another one on my damn neck.

WAS I SAVAGED BY INVISIBLE MONSTERS? What the hell? Admittedly I bang around a bit while cooking, and often end up with bruises, but granola requires a spoon, a bowl, plastic cup measures, and a glass dish. NOWHERE in that catalogue of implements is anything that threatens to slice open my skin.

I've got my eye on you, Quaker Oats.

Fortunately I keep a well-stocked first aid kit, including surgical dressings suitable for bendy parts, so now I look like I just had a tracheotomy or something.