gyzym: (RAWR)
Okay, um, so, apparently GoogleDocs has made some changes they were kind enough not to mention to me! According to [livejournal.com profile] iambickilometer, some people have been getting the option to view docs in the old version or this new version, but I haven't been getting that message, and neither have a number of the other folks I've been PANICKING AT calmly and rationally discussing this with on tumblr. [livejournal.com profile] shadesofbrixton has pointed out that if you use this link, you can create a new doc in the old version, but a) it's probably a temporary fix and b) it's not really any good for the docs you've already got in existence, as in copy/pasting the contents you lose any changes/comments/etc made within. Which is, you know, THE ENTIRE FUCKING POINT OF GOOGLEDOCS.

The change I have noticed/been freaking out about is the fact that there are now fucking pagebreaks in my docs. You can kind of get rid of them by switching to what's called compact view, but there are still dotted gray lines indicating pagination. If you're a normal person, this probably isn't a big deal--if you're like me, and avoid working in documents that give you a pagecount because it makes you anxious and self-judgmental, YOU APPEAR TO BE SHIT OUT OF LUCK.

Anyway, point of post being: this is happening, GoogleDocs is different, and it wasn't announced anywhere that I heard about it, so I figured I'd let you guys know. If you come across any other changes to the interface, or--please please please--a fix for the page thing, please leave them in the comments for reference? And, yeah, okay, I'm going to go back to trying not to freak out about this now.

In conclusion: Danny still hearts Steve, so it's not all bad. But boo, GoogleDocs. Very much boo.
gyzym: (O(wl)TP! God I love hermette.)


[livejournal.com profile] gyzym:
DUDE
DUDE
HOLD UP
IT'S THE TEAM +JENNA
AS PENGUINS.

[livejournal.com profile] leupagus:
YEAH IT IS
STEVE AND KONO IN FRONT
DANNY IN THE MIDDLE BITCHING
CHIN'S ON THEIR SIX
JENNA'S.. GOT A HUNCHBACK?

[livejournal.com profile] gyzym:
JENNA'S A LITTLE DISTRACTED

[livejournal.com profile] leupagus:
IT HAPPENS

[livejournal.com profile] gyzym:
SHE'S LOOKING FOR WO FAT

[livejournal.com profile] leupagus:
He's the photographer in the distance
ENEMY PHOTOG

[livejournal.com profile] gyzym:
DUN DUN DUN DUNNNNN
THE SECRET INGREDIENT IS LURKING

[livejournal.com profile] leupagus:
THREE YEARS AGO HE TOOK A PICTURE OF MY FIANCE

[livejournal.com profile] gyzym:
JFDGJHDFJKGDF
STEVE IS LIKE
THOSE FEATHERS YOU WORE
PLAYING GROWN-UPS IN MY OFFICE
PROBABLY COST YOU TWO WHOLE FISH

[livejournal.com profile] leupagus:
ALSO ACCURATE PORTRAYAL OF STEVE/DANNY DYNAMIC:



[livejournal.com profile] leupagus:
I would feel shame except my shamedar got broken at muskrat jamboree

[livejournal.com profile] gyzym:
NO SHAME.

[livejournal.com profile] leupagus:
ONLY PENGUINS
gyzym: (Danny (the face that goes with the tone))
I think I've mentioned a couple times that I can't access LJ from my office, except from my phone--it's a double edged sword, because on the one hand I WANT TO, but on the other hand it would seriously fuck with my productivity. BUT TODAY IT HAS BEEN TORTURE, because I have been waiting since I ran to grab an iced tea at 8:45 this morning to show you guys this. Long were the hours between me and my lunch break, let me tell you.

But now I am happily settled in at the nearest Starbucks, eating leftover Chinese food with a spoon I snatched from the office kitchen (why yes, my middle name is class, how did you know?), and I can finally show you the latest terror American gluttony hath wrought.

You guys, this is what I saw when I went to get my tea this morning:



Now, there are a lot of things I could say about this photo--about, for example, how it is unholy and wrong to malign the chicken wing like this, the chicken wing that never did anything but provide sweet, deep fried bliss after a couple of beers. About how Ruffles potato chips were supposed to be better than this; about how a girl turns her back on junk food for one measly year and THIS IS WHAT SHE GETS.

However, all of the things I could say would come back to the same point, that point being:

YOU GUYS, WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE
gyzym: (RAWR)
To the motherfucking dipshit asswipe who clipped my car in the parking lot tonight:

Thank you. No, really--the dent you left by my headlight adds a certain amount of je ne sais quoi to my ride, don't you think? And the scrapes of pale green paint were a really nice touch; they stand out beautifully against the blue, scream accident in bight neon letters better than any imitation could. You probably didn't leave a note out of shame, or fear of a higher premium, or an inability to take responsibility for your actions like the fucking adult you're supposed to be, but what's a little insurance information between friends, right? You've given me so much more than any kind of settlement could--here I thought I was just running to grab an egg roll and some General Tso's, and I got a reaffirming sense of violation and irritation and screaming rage instead.

I feel a little forward asking for a favor, considering all you've done for me tonight, but it's just a small thing, so I'm going to ask anyway. If you could kindly proceed to your nearest fire--whichever is most convenient for you, of course, I'm not picky, and I know how you like taking the easy way out--and then go ahead and die in it, I'd really appreciate it.

Cheers,
Jizz
gyzym: (Tag!)
For everyone who hasn't read the webcomic Lackadaisy (though you should, you really should, it's amazing), here is a conversation between me and Burrito to show how awesome he is:

Burrito: I've never seen so much perfect snow.
Me: I know, right?
Burrito: I mean, there's no footprints or anything. It's just...perfect.
Me: ....
Burrito: ....
Me: You wanna step in it?
Burrito: Yeah.

WE WROTE OUR NAMES IN FOOTPRINTS, GUYS. IT WAS AWESOME.

Okay, so, uh, for those of you who have read Lackadaisy--which is probably, like, three of you--this is a weird little Mordecai/Victor thing that I blame [livejournal.com profile] futureperfect for entirely. It is...pointless and REALLY WEIRD and I don't...yeah, I don't know. It just happened. I'm going back to work on the H-50 fic this interrupted now, but [livejournal.com profile] futureperfect, I hope you enjoy this, and [livejournal.com profile] butterflythread, I hope it helps make things suck less :D

Title: no one above me to stay my fierce hand
Pairing: Mordecai/Victor
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Together, there's no one they don't frighten.
Author's Notes: Right, so, Mordecai is a Jewish name, specifically from the story of Purim. I would link you to like, a proper rendition of the story, but you really don't need to know more than what the Wikipedia page about it tells you to understand this fic. Additionally, tikkun olum is a Hebrew phrase that, loosely, means "repairing the world," and tsores is Yiddish for misery, calamity, trouble, etc.

no one above me to stay my fierce hand )
gyzym: (Rainman)
So, amongst the shitstorm of craziness I'm dealing with at my job this week, I've been assigned a task that I don't want to talk about because:

a) It is asinine
b) It is asinine
c) It involved a conversation in which I said, "Hey, can you forward me the email chain with the information I'll need," and the person who assigned me this task said, "No, I have deleted it, but I have a hard copy," which lead to me being given A 120 PAGE PRINTOUT OF OTHER PEOPLE'S EMAILS, WHAT DECADE IS THIS, WHO DOES THIS.

However. One of the things this task involves is me creating a world map marking off certain countries, and when I google image searched "world map labeled" for a reference, this is the first thing that came up. (To be fair, my work computer is running Internet Explorer Version Caveman; it was the second result to pop up when I ran the search on my Mac.)



DEAR WHOEVER MADE THIS MAP: I THINK YOU MISSED A SPOT

ETA: Apparently this map is actually about volcanoes, which kind of excuses the gaps, although it does not excuse Zaire or the fact that it is THE FIRST OR SECOND RESULT WHEN GOOGLING FOR A LABELED WORLD MAP.

But at least things make more sense now, y/y?
gyzym: (OMG TOM HARDY'S SMILE)
OKAY SO I COME BEARING DOMESTICVERSE THINGS. The first is the floorplan for their house in South Pasadena, which I've been wanting to draw up forever. BE ADVISED: I COMPLETELY HALF-ASSED THIS BECAUSE THE SOFTWARE I WAS USING HATED MY GUTS, AND SO I STOPPED LIKE...ADDING FURNITURE AFTER THE KITCHEN AND THE BED. Also, ignore ALL of the dimensions on this thing, I am *not* good at that kind of thing and didn't even guess as much as I like. Just drew it how I thought it would look without consideration of size. BUT:

Domesticverse floorplan )

Secondly, I...uh...wrote a domesticverse fic. Only this is this new thing I've been wanting to try for ages now: a domesticverse sidestory. These are basically going to be shorter stories that aren't in order with the master timeline/aren't as important to the ongoing plot as the main stories are/are too ridiculous to work into a bigger story. Basically they're little moments as opposed to...you know...plot builders. I'm still angsting over how the hell to tag them on Ao3, but this is the first one.

This particular story is Arthur & Eames' first New Year's Eve as a...couple type thing :D That means that, timeline wise, this is set in between "between my reflex & my resolve" and "this life looks good on you."

Happy New Year, guys! ♥

Title: so this is the new year
Rating: PG/PG-13
Wordcount: ~2550
Summary: On the one hand, they've been…whatever they are…for six whole months, which is probably long enough to trust that Arthur means it when he says Eames can go. On the other hand, it's only been six months, which is not nearly long enough for Eames to take it on faith that Arthur isn't testing him somehow.

so this is the new year )
gyzym: (Arthur/Eames/Snake)
Thing I am deeply considering putting on my journal somewhere even though it totally doesn't relate to the content:

"They say all foxes are slightly allergic to linoleum, but it's cool to the paw - try it. They say my tail needs to be dry cleaned twice a month, but now it's fully detachable - see? They say our tree may never grow back, but one day, something will. Yes, these crackles are made of synthetic goose and these giblets come from artificial squab and even these apples look fake - but at least they've got stars on them. I guess my point is, we'll eat tonight, and we'll eat together. And even in this not particularly flattering light, you are without a doubt the five and a half most wonderful wild animals I've ever met in my life. So let's raise our boxes - to our survival. "
-The Fantastic Mr. Fox

WHICH, OKAY, DOES NOT TRANSLATE ALL THAT WELL IN TEXT BUT I JUST. See the movie you guys IT IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL MOMENT, I DON'T EVEN CARE IF YOU JUDGE ME. *WEEPS*

Also, things that are happening tonight:

-Sushi
-JDSKFJSKFHSDF OH MY FUCKING GOD FINISHING MY FUCKING YULETIDE I HAVE LESS THEN SIX HOURS AND LESS THEN 800 WORDS
-Probably another voice post on my way to coffeeshop for writing Yuletide (purpose: testing out new headphones)
-Working on that one thinger and starting that other thinger
-Sleep?

BUT REALLY THIS POST EXISTS SOLELY FOR ME TO QUOTE FANTASTIC MR. FOX AND FOR THIS PICTURE:



BABY FOXES. BABY. FUCKING. FOXES. JSDJFSDKFSDKF

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