Plaidophile

Today marked my one-year anniversary at Amazon. I'm still loving it. :D

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I really don't like the current chunk of songs which I'm so horribly late on due to my wrists anyway, at least not Been To China or A Thousand Swords. There's a couple of surprise ones I still want to do, though, and I guess I got a bit less shitty for Birds Of Our Own. Really there's not a lot of worthwhile songs left though.

I actually missed the +5 deadline for "Been To China." I have lots of ideas for it but can't work on it because it hurts too much. Meh.

Hopefully this Friday I'll get cortisone and then I'll be all better.

Flowbee: Good, bad, or ugly?

Justify.

Long-time readers will understand why I found this band name to be pretty funny, so I couldn't pass up getting the album when I saw it a few months ago. I'm finally listening to it. It's actually a really good album!

Nobody respects an altruist, neither in private life nor in international affairs. An altruist is a person who keeps sacrificing himself and his values, which means: sacrificing his friends to his enemies, his allies to his protagonists, his interests to any cry for help, his strength to anyone's weakness, his convictions to anyone's wishes, the truth to any lie, the good to any evil. — Ayn Rand

Discuss.

Because my wrists are teh sukc right now my superiors want me to just do non-typing analysis and demi-management stuff until I can get to the orthopedist, and the one who I was recommended to see doesn't have anything available until next Friday. So, no typing until then. Although I appreciate work not wanting me to kill my wrists, after just one day I've already taken care of all the management-type stuff I can foresee for the next week or so. And so now I'm being paid to basically sit around and not even twiddle my thumbs. And I've also been politely asked to not work on music in my spare time (so of course my sadistic muse has decided to fill my head with song ideas! and I'm just bursting at the seams with songs right now) and to keep my non-work typing to a minimum.

I really appreciate the concern for my physical well-being but I AM GOING CRAZY. And it's only been one day! (Two if you count being sent home on Friday.)

There's got to be something productive I can do without using my hands.

last night i had the worst flareup of cts pain ever. hasn't really gone away. finally dragged myself into work today and told my manager of the problem and he told me to take the day off and we'll figure out what to do. gonna do as little as possible witih my hands this weekend also. later

Another post to the internal for-sale mailing list, received to much critical acclaim. (I really wish I'd preserved my original one from a year ago.)

Sent: Monday, May 08, 2006 11:02 AM
To: for-sale
Subject: The circle of boxes continues

Boxes to boxes, rust to rust. I'm finally unpacked from my last move, and so the black-market trade in used/abused moving boxes must continue. I have about 15 boxes, mostly small/medium size. Several of them have gotten quite beaten up from going through the rigors of for-sale multiple times. I'm tempted to just throw them all out, but then they look at me with their dewey eyes and say, "No! Surely we can be handed off on another Amazon employee yet again! We want to liiiiiiive!"

I feel so bad just throwing them out, especially since I also have some unused (albeit yellowed, and not very much) packing paper, also the result of a gradual process of attrition like the polishing of stones along a rocky beach.

Moving boxes have developed their own ecological niche, and so it would be cruel and inhumane to not keep their constructed biosphere alive, even if there's nothing inherently biological. It's more of an emergent property, really. Perhaps it is more like an economic model, or meta-life. In any case, its fate lies in your hands.

In any case, the boxes and paper and sense of godlike power can be picked up in Ballard.

It seems like every cooking show on Create involves a food processor, and I was getting envious of their ability to quickly throw together salsa, sofrito, and especially bread dough. (Toss in the dry ingredients, pour in the wet ingredients, add flour until it makes a nice ball, put in a bowl and let it rest for an hour.)

On my way home from work today, my path was blocked by a huge immigration-rights protest which had been planned for a while. This was a nice bit of icing after a stressful day after only getting two hours of sleep last night.

Just as I was getting through the mob scene, a whole bunch of sirens broke out, with ambulances and police rushing towards the mob.

I just found out that I barely missed someone driving a car through the mob trying to run people over.

Meh.