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Qarylla Windragar
22 November 2006 @ 02:42 pm
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There is very little time with which to do work today. Soon, I will be on my way home via the grocery store where I will regret my vast capacity for food today and buy skim milk and a small grater for using on my nutmeg (because the huge grater is, well, huge). I will then make two pies, ice cream, and cookies before embarking (for the land of ice and snow - damn those viking kitties!) on the adventure of dinner. I still need to write about 2300 words today and knit enough rows on the baby sweater for coworker who will spawn imminently and I don't expect to see in the office on Monday (which I should abbreviate to something... anything. Codenames anyone?) in order to feel like I have gotten closer to the goal of being done before the baby will be a month old.

Ice and snow!
Wine and Beer!

Coincidence? I think not.
 
 
Qarylla Windragar
16 October 2006 @ 10:33 am
meranthi is home today, taking care of thastygliax and the little ones. I am at work, where I have through some drugged up mess with the space-time continuum gotten in shortly after 8 a.m. I intended to be at work for nine to work on the big project that has been eating our heads, but instead I got in an hour earlier than that. Makes me feel very paranoid.

I feel fuzzy and not very alert. It is mostly a side effect of the miracle and all of the baggage that comes with that. My sleep schedule went sideways and my work schedule is going vertical (or maybe plaid), but there is surprisingly low stress with this entire process. I should have gone out dancing on Friday night, but I didn't have any way of knowing that the car was going to pull a sickie on us the next day. Maybe I'll go dancing the next time (I think that is November 10th, correct?), but it is the day before jiggliusceasar's birthday, so I'll just have to see how things go. I need to go out and be more active. My lardy butt ways are causing a little baby backslide (which mostly means hovering around this weight point - not actually too bad but I sometimes feel like I have eaten an entire hungry hungry hippo).

I have my surgery eval on Wednesday, so I will be coming in late to work on that day and probably working late that night. I don't appear to have work on Saturday or Sunday this week, though the project lady might change her mind. Work is this huge glory hole of effort and a lot of it feels like it is finally bearing fruit. Until then, I am going to putt about my normal tasks and wait for the powerpoint gods to smile on me and say, this is done, send it in.
 
 
Qarylla Windragar
16 August 2006 @ 11:07 am
From a friend's page mostly for mr_q_o_p:

Hey baby, can I stick my Willy Wonka in your Oompa-Loompah?
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Feeling like: amusedamused
Listening to: When the Tigers Broke Free (internal)
 
 
Qarylla Windragar
10 August 2006 @ 12:59 pm
I expect that this is more gross than most people want to read, so behind the cut it goes.
do you like blood?Collapse )
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Feeling like: soresore
Listening to: blood
 
 
Qarylla Windragar
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Feeling like: meme
Listening to: squee
 
 
Qarylla Windragar
30 June 2006 @ 08:51 am
To thastygliax

Many monkeys to you (and hope that you are enjoying meranthi's vacation!
 
 
Qarylla Windragar
29 June 2006 @ 11:56 am
It's been a while since I have thought of my job as more fun than you can shake a stick at. Too much of most corporate jobs is drudgery, daily tasks that have to be done but that don't inspire creativity and joy. Processing books is like that, fun to complete but unending, one of the tasks that you never will truly complete.

This week I was given a little bit of nothing to play with: to make catalog searches that could be posted on the Intranet. I have made searches for our M&A titles, periodicals and videos. I know that I understand just enough PHP and SQL to be truly dangerous, but this is mostly like plug and play for me (here are the variables that the program needs, here are the ones we don't need to fill in and can safely remove, etc.). It makes me feel like I could have done computer programming, though I never got past Hello World (in Java and C++ and Basic and, etc.).

I love doing something that makes my brain take even the smallest amount of interest in the area around me, something that makes my brain sparkle with retsin or something. And I got that today, which makes me ecstatic.
 
 
Feeling like: jubilantjubilant
 
 
Qarylla Windragar
23 June 2006 @ 08:58 am
We finally got our box of stuff that we mailed from Canada! So, now I have a L'arc~en~ciel dvd and a few other random things (some clothing, the beaver, etc.) including the yarn I shipped from Canada that I bought in Vermont (that is kind of silly, isn't it?).

Poll #754412 Beaver beaver beaver beaver...

Is my Beaver a boy beaver or a girl beaver?

Masculine stud beaver!
9(50.0%)
All beavers are girls, didn't you know?
3(16.7%)
Girl, boy, it's beaver quality that matters the most.
6(33.3%)

What is my Beaver's occupation?

Damn, dam, damn!
7(38.9%)
Plays with tools and weapons of mass destruction.
8(44.4%)
Modeling.
3(16.7%)

Finally the name...

Griselda
1(6.2%)
Rotunda
4(25.0%)
Horton (or Hortons)
4(25.0%)
Thatcher
5(31.2%)
Hooch
2(12.5%)

More names? Supply me a few of your own!

 
 
Feeling like: Beaver!
Listening to: Beaver!
 
 
Qarylla Windragar
06 June 2006 @ 09:38 am
I finished rereading Trickster's Queen last night after rapidly reading a ton of Tamora Pierce books over the last week or so. I decided that when I started Trickster's Choice that it had caused "I like being a spy" to be stuck in my head. I rammed straight through T.Q. to drive the song out (so I could think of something else! anything else!).

This morning I found out that not only am I sleepy but that it did not work. I still have the song in my head! Aarrgh!

Maybe if I read something else?
 
 
Feeling like: braindead
Listening to: I like being a spy...(internal)
 
 
Qarylla Windragar
28 April 2006 @ 12:01 pm
And someone will actually check the catalog for the information they want before asking me a question.

It will be great, because the information is in the catalog.

It will be horrible, because I will never actually know the miracle has occurred.

But it will be a miracle.

And I'm not holding my breath.
 
 
Feeling like: aggravatedaggravated