Purple has successfully identified my "You are the best Purple" expression. It is very much like the "That is a sufficiently bad pun that I will now gently punch you in the arm" expression. Which makes sense, in a kindergarten dynamics sort of fashion. He teased me about this.
Friday was the Finding Nemo day, but I had stuff to do. I am amused by the snacks -- goldfish crackers and blue-and-green M&Ms are the bestworst movie snack ever. I cross-checked with Purple, who was likewise busy. We got out of the office surprisingly early, and then spent quite some time lollygagging about in the parking lot chatting. sithjawa
wins some sort of prize for selfie with large, slightly perturbed, Rhode Island Red cock.
I slept through most of the weekend, despite bottomless mimosa brunch and Folsom Street Fair both being scheduled for Sunday. I did go over to Guide Dog Aunt's for a movie, and then out on Sunday night to retrieve some nacho fries. ( Averted (accidental) animal harm. )
Are you familiar with the "Big Bang
" style fanwork challenge? In the most general terms, first there's the general theme of the challenge, then writers prepare some fic within the bounds of the challenge (generally long-form), then artists get the fic and illustrate it (not always visual art). They're posted anonymously for a short time, then the authors and artists are revealed. A "Reverse Big Bang" is where the art comes first and the fic comes second.
Now. The Bad Bang: Like A Big Bang ... But Terrible. norabombay
played in that one. The idea is: deliberately terrible art & deliberately terrible fic. It's horrifying and wonderful. I was content to just giggle at the various injokes until Nora basically grabbed me by the ear and made me pinch-hit for Bad Bang II: Bang Backwards.
The collection is still unrevealed, so I can't say which one I did. I can say that lb and StPatience quoted their favorite bits of it back to me, which is really hilariously gratifying. I feel like it may have the seeds of a decent crackfic if I, you know, ran spellcheck or bothered to correct typoes. Or engaged a beta reader who felt like doing his actual job.
I finished reading The Winter Long
, so now I can go in search of spoiler-laden discussions! This was the book which made me decide that I totally
need to hook Purple on these next, because I was going through and saying "I have got
to go "aaaaaaa" at him about this!" and that sort of requires, you know, the first nine books in the series. Not that the first nine are sub-par! Far from it! But I sort of need to get him up to speed. After he finishes Parasite
Purple knows a lot of people, and doesn't always have the best attention span on earth, so he can be prone to social swiping the way some people get nerdswiped. Case in point: today! Purple sent out the lunch call, but on his way to the cafeteria, he ran into his not-boyfriend (the guy who less-heteronormative people mistake for his boyfriend the way more-heteronormative people mistake me for his girlfriend) and his team, who were just headed out of the cafeteria because nothing there looked good. So they all went offsite for lunch, unexpectedly. (Me, texting: "Invisible Purple?" Purple, on IM, slightly later: "Sorry about that...")
Conferred with lb about the thing.
Friday's helldesk release was apparently uneventful. I did some poking and wikiwork and identified some of the requirements that had been fulfilled, and documented how to use some of them.
This time, Purple waited slightly for me to wrap up. At a sensible hour, even! We talked math class and terrible math jokes and childhood and college. He got to talking about some particularly tricky bit of debugging, with a program that was really not amenable to having picked apart where it goes wrong under some certain circumstances. And how somebody had to step up "and throw yourself on the grenade." And he paused, and looked at me. "Thank you for throwing yourself on that
grenade so I don't have to," he said.
I gave him a quick sideways hug, and then we talked about the composition of the rag-tag group of scrappy yellathon enthusiasts who are determined to face up to the helldesk software.
I ate some dodgy pine nuts this weekend, so I am "enjoying" the bizarre aftertaste to my food. ( Meal schedule issues, and other related fun. )