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@Auspice cursed me with a narrative that I had no choice but to embrace.

Ask not for whom the birb honks. It honks for thee.

Microsoft Word. :B

@Roz said in The Work Thread:

I got the job. And they gave me more money than I asked for.

@Auspice said in Which text editor?:

I mean this is really specifically for the in-line ones, I put notepad to be jokey.

Joke's on you; I'm such a not-coder that I don't even know what an in-line editor is.

@Auspice

Learning how to unwind has been one of the hardest lessons for me to learn. Usually, at best, I just distract myself from my stress by playing video games. Actual relaxation is hard.

Personally, nature helps a great deal, assuming sufficiently not-horrible climate.

@Derp said in The Work Thread:

@Rinel said in The Work Thread:

Copy-paste the entire original memo and slap on an introductory paragraph explaining why the standard of review is de novo?

Just add the original as an exhibit to the new one!

If I were in federal court, I'd be doing exactly that. I would have a two page writ application with a bunch of footnotes to the record.

I'm in state court. I don't think they're going to read the record.

ETA: @Ganymede This is habeas work, so it's really too individualized for me to have any standard forms. The few things that are common to the point of being standard (e.g. Strickland, Cronic, Lafler, Frye) are familiar enough to me that it's faster for me to just write how they relate to the facts anew in each case.

@Ominous said in Should Rinel become smol birb?:

@Auspice

I would argue that he was an excellent goose, which makes him a terrible person.

It's a testament to how much the goose is a force of nature that it felt strange seeing a gendered pronoun ascribed to it.

@Selerik said in The ADD/ADHD Thread (cont'd from Peeves):

I am not sure if this is related to ADD/ADHD, genuinely not sure, but I am stupidly bad at taking compliments.

My anecdotal experience is that this is unrelated to ADHD.

@Darren said in RL things I love:

People steal the hell out of that stuff. When I worked part-time at a Dollar General last year, baby things, including formula and diapers, Tide and tampons were among the items most often stolen. I swear it's like some people would rather steal the essentials so they have more money to spend on cheap booze and crack.

Late to the party, but the reason those are stolen is so they can be resold at lower rates. Diapers are an exceptionally common stolen item.

I went to bed last night really excited for today. It's one of those two or three weeks of wonderful weather that we get in Louisiana per year. I had so many ideas. Maybe I'd even get out of the house and go to a coffee shop to work on nanowrimo!

Enter depression.
Followed by dysphoria.
Followed, of course, by anxiety, because why should I power through the depression by getting out of the house.
Even OCD has made a rare but entirely unwelcome appearance.

I want to take the week off and drink hot chocolate and cry.

@JinShei

Thanks. Hopefully tomorrow will be better! At least I hit 5k on nanowrimo, so I'm on track.

@tek I'm looking this up online.

Went in to the doctor's office on Friday to learn how to do subcutaneous injections. Nurse came in with the syringe and guided me through the process.

Went to go do it myself yesterday. Prescription says to do .07 mL. She did .7 mL. Call and leave message--.07 mL is crazy small anyway, so the label is probably wrong. But better to be sure, right?

GOOD FUCKING THING I CALLED. Nurse gave me literally ten times the estrogen dose I was supposed to receive. Thankfully estradiol valerate isn't really something you can OD on; people have regularly had ten times what she accidentally gave me with no ill effects.

Still... what the fuck? Avoiding this shit is why I've gone through the expensive route of getting a doctor instead of just DIYing it like so many trans people do.

Nurse told me that side effects might include "feeling emotional the next few days." Well that would explain why I was so depressed that I could barely get out of bed this weekend.

för helvete

@Auspice

Funny how all this class solidarity seems to be stomping downward...

Triple post: To hell with this. The call got moved from between 3 and 4PM to 3PM to "after another phone call is finished" to "while my boss drives home."

I feel held hostage and I resent the hell out of this and it is taking all of my effort to make sure I don't bring up how pissed off I am about it until next week once everything is settled.

Do not make appointments with your employees that you break because they prove mildly inconvenient.

Church Going

Once I am sure there's nothing going on
I step inside, letting the door thud shut.
Another church: matting, seats, and stone,
And little books; sprawlings of flowers, cut
For Sunday, brownish now; some brass and stuff
Up at the holy end; the small neat organ;
And a tense, musty, unignorable silence,
Brewed God knows how long. Hatless, I take off
My cycle-clips in awkward reverence,

Move forward, run my hand around the font.
From where I stand, the roof looks almost new-
Cleaned or restored? Someone would know: I don't.
Mounting the lectern, I peruse a few
Hectoring large-scale verses, and pronounce
'Here endeth' much more loudly than I'd meant.
The echoes snigger briefly. Back at the door
I sign the book, donate an Irish sixpence,
Reflect the place was not worth stopping for.

Yet stop I did: in fact I often do,
And always end much at a loss like this,
Wondering what to look for; wondering, too,
When churches fall completely out of use
What we shall turn them into, if we shall keep
A few cathedrals chronically on show,
Their parchment, plate, and pyx in locked cases,
And let the rest rent-free to rain and sheep.
Shall we avoid them as unlucky places?

Or, after dark, will dubious women come
To make their children touch a particular stone;
Pick simples for a cancer; or on some
Advised night see walking a dead one?
Power of some sort or other will go on
In games, in riddles, seemingly at random;
But superstition, like belief, must die,
And what remains when disbelief has gone?
Grass, weedy pavement, brambles, buttress, sky,

A shape less recognizable each week,
A purpose more obscure. I wonder who
Will be the last, the very last, to seek
This place for what it was; one of the crew
That tap and jot and know what rood-lofts were?
Some ruin-bibber, randy for antique,
Or Christmas-addict, counting on a whiff
Of gown-and-bands and organ-pipes and myrrh?
Or will he be my representative,

Bored, uninformed, knowing the ghostly silt
Dispersed, yet tending to this cross of ground
Through suburb scrub because it held unspilt
So long and equably what since is found
Only in separation - marriage, and birth,
And death, and thoughts of these - for whom was built
This special shell? For, though I've no idea
What this accoutred frowsty barn is worth,
It pleases me to stand in silence here;

A serious house on serious earth it is,
In whose blent air all our compulsions meet,
Are recognised, and robed as destinies.
And that much never can be obsolete,
Since someone will forever be surprising
A hunger in himself to be more serious,
And gravitating with it to this ground,
Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in,
If only that so many dead lie round.

-Larkin

Most of my clients are sex offenders. I have to learn a lot about forensics. I won't get into the details.

Anyway, working in crime has me interested in things like the perfect crime, which is a fun thought experiment but by itself has put me on innumerable lists, I'm sure. Combined with the somewhat-famous hypothetical "you have X amount of time to prepare before everyone in the world tries to kill you (and only you) for 24 hours; how do you survive" and the aforementioned forensics research... I'm really glad I'm an attorney.

@Derp said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

@Rinel said in Real World Peeves, Disgruntlement, and Irks.:

@Derp

Something like 80% of my past week's meals have been soup. The same soup.

I feel guilty for complaining about this because it's a really lovely soup and this is first world problems to the max... but I really don't want any more soup. ;_;

...what kind of soup? Wanna trade for some pasta?

I'd kill for some pasta aglia e olio. It's an everything soup. Carrots, peas, potatoes, chicken, sausage, other assorted leftovers as necessary.

@Auspice

It sounds like Fred was...

naughty