I push the button!
Dec. 8th, 2005 11:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Today was marked somewhat by the fact that both I and Senior Cocktail Waitress were in burned-out, awful moods, and so we did a great deal of lurking behind the bar and snarking about how dumb customers were, etcetera. It was rather irritating, on the whole, and yet, it's not that anything in particular was wrong, so much as that we were bored out of our goddamn minds, and also both of us are feeling burned out. Which is bad, as SCW just had her yearly vacation.
I did make myself a couple of new icons last night. I was wandering through the glorious glories of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fileg's icon site, and admit I stole a large number of them, but have not actually adopted them to use them-- I just wanted to have them to look at. Such is my way. Precious, tiny little shiny things, to keep in a box somewhere...
I did take one of her blanks of Eomer and alter it and add text. I was rather proud of what I came up with. But my graphic skills are exceedingly limited, despite my Quick Mask Kung Fu. I have no color sense whatsoever.
I must admit, one of the sad realities of my twenties is coming to terms with how many of the things I was "quite good at" as a kid I actually have little to no talent in. Drawing, painting, and singing are the most dearly-held of these. I really thought I was an artist. I still rather enjoy the results of my efforts at these things. However, I am forced to conclude that, really, I am not particularly good at any of them. I still wonder a bit about the writing, as well, but not quite in the same way.
I also made an icon out of Z. He has, of late, been uttering the phrase "Who wants some come get some!" referring to his particular prowess in various fields (usually IT), and you sort of have to have been there, but I made it into an icon, using my most sexiest pictures of him.
I had other, deeper things to say. I must say it is quite weird to suddenly be getting all these lj comments, one or two at a time, at totally random intervals, as if they were just made-- I feel like my journal is this vibrant, bustling, busy place, and then I actually look at my recent posts and realize that in the last, oh, week I've actually only had like one person comment on anything at all. So actually getting all this mail has mostly been making me feel rather sad and lonesome because it illustrates how pathetically little I've actually had happen actually recently that was actually interesting enough for other actual people to actually comment on, in comparison to the events of just long enough ago that I don't really remember the conversation all that well.
What's extra strange is that it's sending the comment notifications somewhat almost sorted by sender, which actually does mimic real life, in that if you have several conversations going in comments with the same person, that person is likely to answer all the comments at once, as he or she goes through her mail, so you'd be getting the comments in that order in real life anyway-- but it's not actually in any kind of order. So it's sort of surreally real...
I'm not communicating terribly effectively, so I think I shall abandon attempts and go to bed. But I will poke forlornly at the flist once more and mention that the fic excerpt I posted a couple days ago (and upon which nobody seems to have commented, which rather shakes my faith in the popularity of my OTP) has now made itself a home in full length on HASA in beta, so anyone who's a member there and is bored and wants a bit of Eomer/Lothiriel smut with context, the whole thing (about 40k words) is up there, tentatively called "Carving" for want of a better title. I dunno, I just kinda missed posting things up there and thought I'd give it another shot.
I did make myself a couple of new icons last night. I was wandering through the glorious glories of
fileg's icon site, and admit I stole a large number of them, but have not actually adopted them to use them-- I just wanted to have them to look at. Such is my way. Precious, tiny little shiny things, to keep in a box somewhere...I did take one of her blanks of Eomer and alter it and add text. I was rather proud of what I came up with. But my graphic skills are exceedingly limited, despite my Quick Mask Kung Fu. I have no color sense whatsoever.
I must admit, one of the sad realities of my twenties is coming to terms with how many of the things I was "quite good at" as a kid I actually have little to no talent in. Drawing, painting, and singing are the most dearly-held of these. I really thought I was an artist. I still rather enjoy the results of my efforts at these things. However, I am forced to conclude that, really, I am not particularly good at any of them. I still wonder a bit about the writing, as well, but not quite in the same way.
I also made an icon out of Z. He has, of late, been uttering the phrase "Who wants some come get some!" referring to his particular prowess in various fields (usually IT), and you sort of have to have been there, but I made it into an icon, using my most sexiest pictures of him.
I had other, deeper things to say. I must say it is quite weird to suddenly be getting all these lj comments, one or two at a time, at totally random intervals, as if they were just made-- I feel like my journal is this vibrant, bustling, busy place, and then I actually look at my recent posts and realize that in the last, oh, week I've actually only had like one person comment on anything at all. So actually getting all this mail has mostly been making me feel rather sad and lonesome because it illustrates how pathetically little I've actually had happen actually recently that was actually interesting enough for other actual people to actually comment on, in comparison to the events of just long enough ago that I don't really remember the conversation all that well.
What's extra strange is that it's sending the comment notifications somewhat almost sorted by sender, which actually does mimic real life, in that if you have several conversations going in comments with the same person, that person is likely to answer all the comments at once, as he or she goes through her mail, so you'd be getting the comments in that order in real life anyway-- but it's not actually in any kind of order. So it's sort of surreally real...
I'm not communicating terribly effectively, so I think I shall abandon attempts and go to bed. But I will poke forlornly at the flist once more and mention that the fic excerpt I posted a couple days ago (and upon which nobody seems to have commented, which rather shakes my faith in the popularity of my OTP) has now made itself a home in full length on HASA in beta, so anyone who's a member there and is bored and wants a bit of Eomer/Lothiriel smut with context, the whole thing (about 40k words) is up there, tentatively called "Carving" for want of a better title. I dunno, I just kinda missed posting things up there and thought I'd give it another shot.
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Date: 2005-12-09 08:02 am (UTC)In any case, you didn't expain the meaning of the title of your post (I push the button). So now I totally NEED to know. :)
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Date: 2005-12-09 12:27 pm (UTC)Oh, if you read
> meaning of the title
I didn't actually have a meaning. Half the time the titles are meaningless. There was a bit in Tiny Toons or something where the baby Plucky Duck is in an elevator and is all excited to push the button, and he's like, "I push da button!" and it's funny, and then just as I was writing that post Z IM'd me a link and I was hesitant and he was like, "just push the button!" and when I worked for the software company, one of the helpdesk techs that I worked near would often tell clients, "Just push the button. See what happens."
So I have a button on my bookmarks bar tht says updatelj, and I pushed the button, and then cheerfully wrote that I'd pushed the button. Not exactly meaningful, and I hadn't really thought anybody'd be interested, but there's a portrait of my mind in (in)action.
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Date: 2005-12-09 08:52 am (UTC)*Goes off to read your excerpt that I seem to have missed*
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Date: 2005-12-09 12:33 pm (UTC)Yes! Yes. it's been very odd. I mean, I often get that-- I'll get an email, and be really excited because I don't actually ever get much email (my spam is pretty well-filtered), and when I click on it it's just a comment notification of a comment I posted, and I'll be a little disappointed, but this is so much worse because usually at least I'll be prepared for my own comment notifications, like if i just posted a comment, but in this case, I really haven't, so I do actually get my hopes up...
Very sad and weird, I know. But anyway. Made worse by the fact that I just had a five-day stretch in which I received no current comments, but got dozens of old comment notifications singly or in pairs.