I am tired, like the kind of tired you get after a satisfying day that kept going.

First, I dropped Mr. Viper off at the airport at 5am, and I ended up at work at 5:30 am, and cranked out some kickass data analysis, and came up with a fucked up but workable scheme for limiters, and introduced a new concept into our project meetings - the Level of ( Read more... )

I've gotten into an intense cycle of days.  I like the cycle, I think.  There was the week of hell two weeks ago, where we had two products being released by dates that had already been announced (thank you not, product management!), and every time we test built them we would find something wrong, and we would say BLEAGH! and build them again and ( Read more... )

I haven't been around, because my job has become intense lately, in mostly good ways, except for this week which was seriously, seriously bad. In either instance, when I get home, I'm drained and want nothing more than to concentrate on embroidering some medieval fucking partridge on slate-blue linen and watch Battlestar Galactica or Rome or ( Read more... )

Mr. Viper and I were in Denny’s on Sunday, in search of breakfast, and we ordered and got our coffee and were chilling out while waiting for our food. Our waitress gives the check to the people in the next booth and says “Merry Christmas ( Read more... )

You all know what this means.

The terrorists won. The US of A is no more. We will all be forced into same-sex marriage, burkah-wearing and godless schools where your children will be forced to spit on Jesus. All guns must be given to the gov'mint, and illegal aliens will be taking your job, your wife and your house. And your dog.

I meant to do the day-a-journal November thing and I'm already lame. LAME ( Read more... )

I just set up a Flickr account and posted a bunch of photos of the gorgeous foliage around here at the moment. Oh and a cat. Because everything comes back to cats.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/pit_viper/sets/72157594332767944/

The salt ceremony.  Oh lordy, I got all weepy over that.  I love the way this show shows a polytheistic but modern culture, and contrasts it with a monotheistic one, with both sides holding genuine beliefs, and treats both seriously and respectfully.

I am tempted to do some research to see if they got that ceremony from Roman or perhaps Viking

I'm kinda hung over, kinda full of allergies, kinda wigged out.  And I have "When You Were Young" by The Killers firmly stuck in my brain and it will not leave.  I think it must be lyric day,
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I am Laura Roslin's bitch.  That is all.