tiltingheartand: ([cm] what's it like at quan-ti-co?)
It's weird to think about, but apparently my opinions are valued highly enough that my team leader at work told me my plan for March is good, and to go ahead with it. (I forgot to mention, but as of the 14th of February I've been at this job for two years. In a couple of weeks I will have been doing heparin testing for a year. I have no idea where that time went, honestly, but -- hey. Not complaining.) To be fair, I would be doing what most of the plan concerns anyway, and I'm pretty sure nobody wants a repeat of the utter trainwreck that was February, but still.

(On the other hand, this month corporate will be shitting on us, but we will have advance warning of said shit, and none of said shit will turn out -- OOPS -- to be from the previous month instead of the current month, ~oh well~, FDA commitments aren't really important, right? Right?)

In completely inexplicable news, my dad emailed me on the first with a link to a job posting and a query as to whether or not it's something I would consider. (It's this listing, for context.) The problems with this: a) not qualified (I don't even have three years at the job I have); b) I hate mass spec; c) KANSAS; d) I already have a job. e) WHICH I LIKE.

I still haven't responded, because I can't figure out what I want to say. I told my mom about it and asked for advice and, hilariously, she started defending him a little -- which, okay, I know he tries. And I do appreciate that he's thinking about me! Just. The fuck. And that's part of why I didn't respond when I read it; I'm still kind of worried that instead of being calm and rational I will just yell via internet. (There are also some fairly cruel things I could say to him, like for instance maybe he just didn't think I was at my job anymore, since I've been there longer than he was ever at one job when I was growing up. I am definitely not going to say that, but my god is it tempting.) I might just ignore it, honestly. I can't even -- dumbfounded, seriously.


And in completely unrelated news, I am leaning more and more toward calling my new (okay, I got her in December, what of it) Kindle Millie. It popped into my head a couple weeks after I got her, since after all her predecessor was named after her husband, and all I could tell was that my new Kindle was a she. The more I think about it, though, the more I like it; she's just as powerful as her husband, after all, just in a more subdued, under-the-surface way. And the more I seriously consider it, the more I like it, in the end.
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As of Friday morning I am officially alive and not in fact a member of any undead community! I have the bruise -- still; and it keeps getting worse, too -- to prove it.

(I went to my physical at work Wednesday morning, sat down at the blood work station, and waited for 10-15 minutes while they (the actual station nurse and another one she went and got when she wasn't having success) tried to find a vein. And then they found one after using a blood pressure cuff instead of a tourniquet, but when they put the needle in ... no blood came out ... idek. I mentioned I live behind a Quest and got OH OKAY LET'S SEND YOU THERE THEN WE'RE REALLY SORRY WOULD YOU LIKE SOME DOUGHNUT HOLES SINCE THE BLOOD PRESSURE CUFF MADE YOU SO FUCKING DIZZY in response. At least the doughnut holes were good.)


I hate that I dread going to work so often now. I really do genuinely love my job, but then there's the part where the department manager doesn't listen when people tell him his ideas are complete shit, so we get stuck doing things that make no goddamn sense whatsoever while he wonders why we're taking so long to complete our scheduled testing. Gosh, I don't know, maybe the twelve changes you've made since November that we still haven't shaken all the problems out of? Might have something to do with it. Just saying.


I can't remember what I was planning on reading next -- other than The Merlin Conspiracy, because I just finished Deep Secret -- but I should probably find out. Or make a decision. Anyone have any recommendations? I can trade movie recs, if you like.
tiltingheartand: ([cm] what's it like at quan-ti-co?)
Super-thrilling news: I have a ticket to my Fall Out Boy show! Ugh so exciting. (Less exciting: I ended up getting it for like three times what it actually cost because fucking scalpers; I told my mom where it was and she semi-seriously told me we need to get me some Mace before then. I cannot even list all the bad shit I've heard about Niagara Falls, though, so.) (Um, for clarification: the American side. I'm quite fond of the Canadian side.) I have to remember to take off that day, though, since it's a Tuesday and I am going to be busy at 9PM.

And I would feel bad about the price, but hey, that's what tax refunds are for, right? Right.


Other things tax refunds are for, apparently: tooth-fixing. Let this be a lesson to all of you: get your root canals crowned. Don't be a dumbass like me, because that leads to your teeth breaking apart round the work that's been done to it. Which is a terrible feeling. Please trust me on this and don't feel the need to try it out for yourselves. (Sometimes I feel like just getting the goddamn things pulled would be easier; then I think of how much both my parents hate that they've had teeth pulled and change my mind. I may have had about a thousand root canals but I've never had any extractions -- ever; I was born without wisdom teeth, go me -- and that's something, anyway.)

On the bright side I have an appointment with my dentist tomorrow at 10. I doubt she'll actually do anything to the fucker, but we will make a Plan, and then I can stop panicking.


PS anybody else watching Drag Race this season? Come talk to meeeeeeee. (My main thoughts so far are mostly my goodness the Heathers formed quickly this season; I want to hear yours!)
tiltingheartand: ([qi] stand back! i'm trying science!!!)
So I'm assuming everybody who's going to care about it at all has already seen this, yes? (If not: important Fall Out Boy news. It was super-awesome to check my email after I woke up and see that.)

Also, while we're on fannish things, here are some pictures of the Avengers drawn as senshi, because seriously. *___*

-- and, to round things out, I guess, with three: I'm not entirely sure how, but I missed the last few episodes of The Lizzie Bennet Diaries (I missed the costume theater one from a week ago, and I don't remember why but I watched Thursday's on mute and picked up the pertinent information from the comments), but gauging from the response I've seen on Tumblr I'm sort of getting that that's a good thing? Idk. I'm sort of afraid to watch it now.


Otherwise the thing I'm most excited about is legitimately the fact that we're getting four temps at work and they could actually be starting -- well, yesterday, actually, as I remember it's now Tuesday. January ended up being a less wretched month for my team than I was expecting, and actually a less wretched month for the department as a whole than I think any of us were expecting, but "less wretched" is a long way from "actually pretty good, really". We've only been saying we needed temps since last May or so, you know, so. Hopefully they will be competent and not like the last temp we had, who wasn't necessarily bad at the work as much as really awful at documentation, which is sort of vital in an FDA-audited facility, and who refused to learn from his mistakes (and therefore made the same stupid paperwork mistakes over and over and over). That would end up making more work. And might make some of us more homicidal than usual.

Speaking of work, my mom went back to her job yesterday after almost a month. She said she's glad to be going back out, just not so much glad that that's where she's going. Which is fair, considering how much she dislikes her job. (Uh, for people who aren't Rue or Betsy: my mom is finally getting over a case of shingles, which have been making her miserable officially since the first Monday in January, but actually since the 2nd, when her back started to hurt; she just thought it was a pulled muscle, since we moved our gargantuan TV twice two days before. They're almost gone! She actually got like seven hours of sleep last night! It's all very exciting.)

Oh okay that was a lie up there! Most exciting: I tried a new cookie recipe Sunday night/Monday morning, and I baked with non-butter butter for the first time, and they were both massive successes. Which is code for "incredibly delicious", for the record.
tiltingheartand: ([qi] stand back! i'm trying science!!!)
It's funny -- a lot of varied and random stuff has happened since I posted last (I got a smartphone! work decided it was going to be a giant shitface about a bunch of things! one of my uncles died!) but none of those were actually enough incentive for me to get off my ass and post. For different reasons, I guess? (In order: not too noteworthy other than I love it; I hate making this thing all work all the time and anyway I'm pretty sure nobody else cares; it was weird because he was super-sick (stage III or IV throat cancer), but only for like a month? and we were never that close and he was actually kind of a creeper the last time I saw him, although to be fair he was drunk, but it's still weird.)

And yet here is the thing that's actually getting me to post -- I think I'm going to go off dairy. Or at least lactose, with all of dairy entirely to possibly follow.

in which I ramblingly discuss my reasons/hopeful achievements )

So that happened! Or ... is happening ... Anyway, the progress so far is that I have discovered I quite dislike ice cream made from coconut milk, like the two kinds of not!milk we have in the fridge (one is soy milk and one is almond milk, but I think they're the same brand?), and am kind of in love with this not!butter we got. It's fantastic, homg.

(I am also thrilled that I stumbled across the phrase "aseptically-packaged boxes of milk" in my journeys last night, because that pinged a thing in my head that reminded me that that's actually possible, and enabled me to do what I wanted re: not!milk, which was to, instead of committing to a whole half a fucking gallon, get a tester of it, after a fashion. I think the boxes we have are eight or twelve ounces, and they're perfect.)

So if anyone has any suggestions I would super-duper appreciate them! Or warnings. Or thoughts in general, related or unrelated. Hi! :D?
tiltingheartand: ([cm] i call shenanigans!!!!!)
I'm pretty sure the most interesting thing going on in my life right now is the fact that I've started watching Utena (I am 19 episodes in!) and it's really, really awesome. If, you know, befuddling at times. My reactions are usually WHAT IS HAPPENING, shouting at various characters to stop being dumbasses, observations that various characters are bags of dicks (people in this category: Saionji, Touga, Souji; Akio gets his own special YOU'RE A BOX OF DICKS category because I think he's the box everyone fills their bags from), or observations on how wonderfully healthy (and in sibling cases, not at all incestuous) all the relationships tend to be.

("Big brother complex" my ass.)

I am, however, thoroughly enjoying it. And I'm getting the impression [personal profile] majesdane is enjoying my reactions, too, although I'm pretty sure (as I mentioned on Twitter) that she's mostly just going OH YOU'RE SO PRECIOUS to herself. I'm pretty okay with that!


Work is very strange lately, but not in a terribly interesting way. We're going through a lot of internal restructuring, which mostly means most of the department is changing seats (although NOT ME HOORAAAAAAAAY) and some of them are also changing buildings. It's a lot quieter in the mornings now; it's kind of weird. Although, on the bright side, I did finally meet someone who's actually in my testing group today (I have been seeing his handwriting/signature for months now -- he does raw material testing on heparin -- but I never actually bumped into him), so that's nice. I complimented him on his handwriting. It's very clear.

(I appreciate people with clear handwriting. I, unfortunately, do not fall into that category most of the time.)
tiltingheartand: ([repo] hell yeah)
My Dragon*Con 2012, in convenient bullet points which I am hiding behind a cut for EVEN MORE convenience )

And also my pictures are over here if anyone is curious. (Also pictured, in addition to random D*C-goers: [personal profile] skygiants and [personal profile] genarti, because they're awesome.)

(And, just for the record, I definitely have con crud and feel like shit. I mean I feel better than I did yesterday, but 16 hours of sleep will do that to a person (and now instead of feeling woozy every time I stand up I just can't breathe, instead).
tiltingheartand: ([st] :))
I post rarely these days ("these days," as though that's any kind of change) mostly because my life is simultaneously incredibly ridiculous and really, really boring. But, anyway, a list of relevant things, because I keep composing posts in my head and this way some of it will leave.

s) One of the second-shift guys at work -- so I see him for like an hour and a half a day -- calls me "Beej" now. As in "Hey Beej!" It's lasted longer than I expected. (The reasons for this are: a) my coworker Tori and are often referred to as partners in crime (this is part of why another coworker's wife thinks I'm married to [personal profile] majesdane); b) Tori recently changed her nametag so now it looks like this. I asked second-shift guy if that made me Trapper or BJ and it actually took him longer than I expected to answer. Mostly because he seemed to be giving it genuine thought.)

p) My mother has been bribing me to clean my room (okay, to be fair, it hasn't been cleaned since I came home from WPI, which was two years ago in May) by telling me that if it's all clean she will paint while I'm gone. So I think I've actually settled on a (ridiculously-named) color and everything. And it's like half-clean in there? More progress than I was expecting anyway.

d) I keep forgetting I'm going to Dragon*Con and then remembering and thinking !!!!!DRAGON*CON!!!!! Apparently I am internalizing this well.

f) I'm super-excited anyway.

g) Does anybody who's going this year want to bump into each other at some point? (Other than you, [personal profile] majesdane, because I plan on bumping into you intentionally. And often.)
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At some point I will probably be posting at least a few of the pictures my mom and I took, but for now, a list of Things That Happened To Me In Boston (& Surrounding Areas).

-- found a paperback of the first version of The Stand, about two days after my mom mentioned regretting getting rid of hers.
-- managed to make it out of MA without buying another copy of "Three Septembers and a January", because I (inexplicably) have three already.
-- discovered an apparent shellfish allergy? Which makes no goddamn sense, and is kind of impossible.
-- directly related to the above, woke up with a rash/hives on my right arm on Tuesday. And then Wednesday they were also on my left arm and very slightly on my chest. No idea why.
-- missed the fireworks completely. I am still kind of upset.
-- got myself sunburned! (This is because I am a dumbass who did not say anything when my mom said "eh, do you think we really need the sunblock today? I think we'll be fine.") I can now cross "get a sunburn blister" off my list of things to do before I die. (Locations: tippy-tops of both ears.)
-- got my very own 20-minute tour of the Thomas Jefferson, which was in the harbor for Harborfest and which is also a survey vessel for the NOAA. It was so awesome, guys. Seriously. Almost makes up for the fireworks.
-- completely refrained from telling the incredibly nice man who got permission to give me a brief tour (the ship was actually closed to visitors, but he went and asked the CO) that he looked unnervingly like Buster Bluth. (As he was actually in the Coast Guard I am assuming he has a better handle on cartography at the very least.)
-- saw about eighteen thousand penguins (miiiild overstatement) and also harbor seals being trained/fed. So awesome.
-- snapped a picture of a road sign in Salem declaring the road to be Barton Square. Actually I took like eight because I wanted to make sure I got a clear one.
-- learned on a Duck Tour that the Charles River isn't drinkable but is not in fact flammable, either, sooooo.

None of my sunburn itches except the tops of my ears. :/ (Although, funny story, my mom burned less than I did and hers itches like crazy.)
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s) Work tired me out an absurd amount considering all I did tonight was review. (For those of you who don't work with me -- which is to say, you know, everyone -- what that means in practical terms is that I sat at my desk all night and ate way the fuck too many chocolate Teddy Grahams. I went into the lab once, and that was to get my instrument's logbook so I could check everything at the same time. Also to ask Tori if she would put on the Lady Fixalot hat, but that was the same trip.)

p) Anybody who is considering one/multiple of these, let me tell you: well worth it. I have six of the eight figurines, and have Serious Plans involving my Wegmans and Saturday morning. It's really, really easy to figure out what's what if you're just looking for the figurines (or the skateboards or disc launchers, whatever) -- I stood there for what must have been five minutes sorting through the boxes to make sure.

(And don't believe the "ultra-rare Captain America!!!" hype; he was the first one I opened and I have two of him and yet don't have a full set yet.)

d) I will have Actual Work to do when I get to work tonight, hopefully. I like having Actual Work; reviewing is still work, sure, but I feel a lot more accomplished when I'm actually testing shit. Also it makes me feel like less of a shirker when I take time out of my day to discuss Very Important Things with Tori and Eric -- today's main point was this video, which they both thoroughly enjoyed (my commentary on it, when I first watched a few days ago: hey [livejournal.com profile] immortality, is that papa fitch? the answer, if anyone's curious, is yes) -- when I have stuff running and am waiting for it than if I'm just doing that instead of paperwork.

f) I sent my dad a happy birthday!!! text this morning at 7:30, which is when I re-remembered I wanted to do so (when I realized I was busy being buried by paperwork), but luckily I don't think he read it until 9 or so. It's incredibly weird to realize that when he was my age, I was already around (and two, already) and now he's ... dating someone my age. Idk life is weird.
tiltingheartand: ([cm] i call shenanigans!!!!!)
Apparently the answer to how do I figure out my new character's actual voice? like, the one he uses to talk? is open up a Notepad document and ask him questions.

It's surprisingly effective.

(So are the excedrin and tylenol PM I took half an hour ago. I'm at that incredibly strange point, this particular moment, where my headache's mostly gone but the sleepy hasn't kicked in yet but I know it's coming. It's actually helpful, because it's a signal I should go get done what I want to do before I go to bed before I start getting loopy and useless.

Also that I should probably stop writing, because after a certain point it's just going to be really absurd questions and really absurd answers back and forth, and that will probably amuse me but be useless, practically speaking.)
tiltingheartand: ([repo] hell yeah)
I definitely went to go see The Avengers again today. (And I would definitely go see it again. Once, twice, whatever.)

attempt at coherent thoughts )


I finally figured out why I have been so goddamn tired for the last two weeks: usually I make up for whatever sleep I lost during the week on Saturday night, when I sleep for twelve or fourteen hours. Now I'm working Saturday nights I never have a day where I can do that, so I'm probably at like -10 or -15 hours of sleep right now. It's awesome, let me just tell you.


And then earlier [personal profile] delight and [personal profile] distractionary and [personal profile] majesdane and I broke Gmail by accident. It was actually very exciting.
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SO GUESS WHO'S SICK.

I have been attempting to ignore the "hey, you're getting sick!" signals my body has been shoving at me in the hopes that if it realizes I'm not paying attention it'll just stop, but, uh. I think the fact that I slept 11 hours last night and then took a 3.5 hour nap this afternoon kind of proves me wrong, there. (Well, that and the fact that my throat is killing me, I'm still exhausted, and also I keep fucking sneezing. AND IT HURTS TO SNEEZE.)


Other than that, idk. The problem I was having at work last week (which, for what it's worth, is not at all person-related) has gone from ARGH THIS IS AWFUL WHAT WILL WE DO to WAIT WHAT THE SHIT IS HAPPENING. Saturday morning I actually said "what the shit" out loud a few times when I was getting my stuff off of the printer (I use the one in our office because the spreadsheets I use are miles clearer on the laser printer than the one in the hall). But, you know, on the bright side, pretty sure my supervisor is no longer legitimately worried that the FDA might shut us down, so that's always nice.

(We got a warning letter a few weeks ago as a result of our response -- or lack thereof, I guess -- to the 483s (~observations~) they gave us when they came through and audited last summer. This isn't me telling information I shouldn't, because if you google "fda warning letter" and then go down to the recently-posted ones it's right the fuck there. A lot of the people I know, after reading it in its entirety, were of the opinion that what it wasn't saying outright was "you guys are really helping us with the ridiculous drug shortage in this country, and we really appreciate that, but believe us, if you weren't, WE WOULD BE CLOSING YOUR DOORS". Which is always nice to hear, right?)

Assuming said problem gets resolved soon, at least I'll have actual work to do again. (Actual work that I don't have to do in the antineo lab all gowned up, that is; possibly I ought to specify.)


After I get the stuff transferred over from my old computer to this one -- I'm still kind of upset, but really, the old one is on its last legs and I swear is giving me resentful looks when it thinks I don't notice -- I am planning on a Bomb Girls rewatch, because a) you know, uh, why not? and b) there's a fic that refuses to leave my head that I really ought to write, but which I really ought to re-canon for first. So. There's that.

Also, I have been plowing through the Otherland books, but once I'm done with those I'm not sure where I ought to go next. Anyone have any book recommendations? I will give pretty much everything at least a fighting chance.

(And anyway, speaking of which, howza all of you?)
tiltingheartand: ([cm] we don't fight fair)
This is close enough to a my-week-in-brief entry that it's not awkward to mention how [livejournal.com profile] immortality was in Buffalo last week and we hung out and it was awesome. (We also had an amusing discussion about the differences between place names where she lives (CT) and where I live. Her: I saw this huge mall on the way here near ... some place ... *says something very vaguely intelligible with cheek in it (possibly)* Me: ... are you trying to say Cheektowaga?) Also she let me have a bit of her root beer float, so.


When I woke up Friday (actually woke up, which here means about three minutes after I got up) I realized I smelled baking chocolate, which meant BROWNIES. My mother makes the best brownies in the entire world, like, I cannot effectively convey how amazing these brownies are except to say that the recipe calls for, among other things, five eggs and three cups of sugar.

So it turned out that she'd timed it so the pans (one square pan of nuts for her, one square pan of not for me) would be just cool enough to cut by the time I was leaving for work, so she was like, hey, you want to take some to work? So we did some maneuvering and I wound up taking one pan with me (half nuts and half non). I didn't actually cut it until like half an hour after I got in because Tori was late, and obvs I wanted her and Eric to be sure to get brownies, but they were still warm enough the chocolate chunks were gooey.

Tori's reaction was basically "... omgdelicious". Eric's was "wait, who made these? your mom? ... can she be my mom?" which changed shortly to "does she want a new husband? like, seriously, how do you feel about a stepdad?" Jake, who went and got one quickly enough it was still warm, ended up taking his first bite as he was rounding the corner to join the three of us, and his response was "oh my god. is your mom married?"

& so on. They were completely gone before fourth shift got in (Melissa gets in at 5ish). And by that I mean Eric came around the corner with the last one in his hand, saying "fourth shift will never know".


When it gets to reasonable o'clock I have to call my dentist again (UGH). For two reasons, really -- a) the penicillin doesn't seem to be working (I only say this with authority because there were a few months in high school where one of my teeth would throb constantly for a few days, the result of which was always a penicillin prescription (... and eventually a dentist appointment which led to the most traumatic experience in a dentist's office I hope to ever experience), so I remember what it feels like for the shit to kick in), and b) I've figured out which tooth is the problem, and it's kind of ... not on the jaw I told her it was. And she gave me a referral to a root canal specialist based on the idea that the pain was in my bottom jaw, sooooo possibly we should get this straightened out. Uh.

(The upshot of which is mostly that I hate my teeth, but I have still managed not to get any of them pulled -- both of my parents have had teeth pulled, so it's basically my only concrete goal in life not to have that ever happen to me -- and I was still born without wisdom teeth, so I guess that's something.)

(When I called Wednesday morning to try to see my dentist sometime that week, the receptionist asked me if I'd had my wisdom teeth out when I described my problem. I always forget that's a Thing.)
tiltingheartand: ([cm] we don't fight fair)
This is close enough to a my-week-in-brief entry that it's not awkward to mention how [livejournal.com profile] immortality was in Buffalo last week and we hung out and it was awesome. (We also had an amusing discussion about the differences between place names where she lives (CT) and where I live. Her: I saw this huge mall on the way here near ... some place ... *says something very vaguely intelligible with cheek in it (possibly)* Me: ... are you trying to say Cheektowaga?) Also she let me have a bit of her root beer float, so.


When I woke up Friday (actually woke up, which here means about three minutes after I got up) I realized I smelled baking chocolate, which meant BROWNIES. My mother makes the best brownies in the entire world, like, I cannot effectively convey how amazing these brownies are except to say that the recipe calls for, among other things, five eggs and three cups of sugar.

So it turned out that she'd timed it so the pans (one square pan of nuts for her, one square pan of not for me) would be just cool enough to cut by the time I was leaving for work, so she was like, hey, you want to take some to work? So we did some maneuvering and I wound up taking one pan with me (half nuts and half non). I didn't actually cut it until like half an hour after I got in because Tori was late, and obvs I wanted her and Eric to be sure to get brownies, but they were still warm enough the chocolate chunks were gooey.

Tori's reaction was basically "... omgdelicious". Eric's was "wait, who made these? your mom? ... can she be my mom?" which changed shortly to "does she want a new husband? like, seriously, how do you feel about a stepdad?" Jake, who went and got one quickly enough it was still warm, ended up taking his first bite as he was rounding the corner to join the three of us, and his response was "oh my god. is your mom married?"

& so on. They were completely gone before fourth shift got in (Melissa gets in at 5ish). And by that I mean Eric came around the corner with the last one in his hand, saying "fourth shift will never know".


When it gets to reasonable o'clock I have to call my dentist again (UGH). For two reasons, really -- a) the penicillin doesn't seem to be working (I only say this with authority because there were a few months in high school where one of my teeth would throb constantly for a few days, the result of which was always a penicillin prescription (... and eventually a dentist appointment which led to the most traumatic experience in a dentist's office I hope to ever experience), so I remember what it feels like for the shit to kick in), and b) I've figured out which tooth is the problem, and it's kind of ... not on the jaw I told her it was. And she gave me a referral to a root canal specialist based on the idea that the pain was in my bottom jaw, sooooo possibly we should get this straightened out. Uh.

(The upshot of which is mostly that I hate my teeth, but I have still managed not to get any of them pulled -- both of my parents have had teeth pulled, so it's basically my only concrete goal in life not to have that ever happen to me -- and I was still born without wisdom teeth, so I guess that's something.)

(When I called Wednesday morning to try to see my dentist sometime that week, the receptionist asked me if I'd had my wisdom teeth out when I described my problem. I always forget that's a Thing.)
tiltingheartand: ([repo!] a little glass vial?)
Surprise emergency dentist's visit this morning turned out to be (unsurprisingly, now I think about it) inconclusive, so she gave me a referral to a root canal specialist; apparently one of the teeth they turned into Panama and was never subsequently crowned may be the cause of all of this. Although she also gave me antibiotics, which I was hoping for (usually when a tooth hurts this bad it's an inflamed nerve, and a combination of antibiotic + prescription-strength painkiller fixes everything until the actual dentist fixes everything). And Tylenol with codeine, which I've never taken before but which I am assured will make me sleepy.

I would be tempted to turn this into [livejournal.com profile] parcae's Adventures With Controlled Substances, but as it happens I need to get the fuck to bed anyway. (I am also assured the Controlled Substance will make my headache go away, which it has yet to do, but I'll give it time, I suppose.)
tiltingheartand: ([repo!] a little glass vial?)
Surprise emergency dentist's visit this morning turned out to be (unsurprisingly, now I think about it) inconclusive, so she gave me a referral to a root canal specialist; apparently one of the teeth they turned into Panama and was never subsequently crowned may be the cause of all of this. Although she also gave me antibiotics, which I was hoping for (usually when a tooth hurts this bad it's an inflamed nerve, and a combination of antibiotic + prescription-strength painkiller fixes everything until the actual dentist fixes everything). And Tylenol with codeine, which I've never taken before but which I am assured will make me sleepy.

I would be tempted to turn this into [livejournal.com profile] parcae's Adventures With Controlled Substances, but as it happens I need to get the fuck to bed anyway. (I am also assured the Controlled Substance will make my headache go away, which it has yet to do, but I'll give it time, I suppose.)
tiltingheartand: ([repo!] :|)
It's probably a statement on my life at the moment that whenever I'm driving through downtown on my way home when the General Mills plant is manufacturing, my first thought is no longer "ooh, Cheerios" but is instead "huh, thiamine".

(For those curious: that smell Cheerios have isn't Cheerio-specific. It's the vitamin B1 in it.)


Something I genuinely do not understand (unlike my hatred of people who put their turn signals on while in exit-only lanes; THERE IS NOWHERE ELSE FOR YOU TO GO): I'm a big fan of not getting hit -- rear-ended, T-boned, in the throat, whatever. As far as I can tell, the sole purpose of turn signals is to help other people not hit you. Why do so many people refuse to acknowledge their existence?

No, seriously, I want to know.
tiltingheartand: ([repo!] :|)
It's probably a statement on my life at the moment that whenever I'm driving through downtown on my way home when the General Mills plant is manufacturing, my first thought is no longer "ooh, Cheerios" but is instead "huh, thiamine".

(For those curious: that smell Cheerios have isn't Cheerio-specific. It's the vitamin B1 in it.)


Something I genuinely do not understand (unlike my hatred of people who put their turn signals on while in exit-only lanes; THERE IS NOWHERE ELSE FOR YOU TO GO): I'm a big fan of not getting hit -- rear-ended, T-boned, in the throat, whatever. As far as I can tell, the sole purpose of turn signals is to help other people not hit you. Why do so many people refuse to acknowledge their existence?

No, seriously, I want to know.
tiltingheartand: ([bc] i'm just takin' in the scenery)
Favorite part of this week's Would I Lie to You?: at 13:56, David gets the Don't Even Get Started Again Finger pointed at him.

(QUITE JUSTLY.)

(Uh. My second is actually less about the show and more about the fact that I attempted, possibly due to Lost Presence of Mind, to make a connection between Stephen Mangan, the fact that he played a role called Guy Secretan, the fact that Stephen Mangan looks unnervingly like Ryland Blackinton, and Ryland Blackinton's alter ego Guy Ripley. And then I went looking for pictures of both of them and went, oh wait, I'm just going insane.

It was fun while it lasted.)


Unrelatedly, but still amusing: apparently I know more than half the lines to Men in Black, something I don't think I am ever going to hear the end of.

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