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Fri, Nov. 19th, 2004 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oyceter"OMG it's a Tivo remote! I must sniff it and chew on it and pee on it!" Thus spake the rat.
Had to get up at six in the morning yesterday to take the poor rats to the vet -- Fitz-rat has been making this really strange sound in his chest that sounds like a pigeon. I can't quite explain it, but it does. So he's on antibiotics again. While we were there, I saw a little girl with a rat! I've never seen another rat there before. Her rat was a very cute grey hooded rat named Ella, and she was there for surgery. I felt very bad, and I hope she is feeling better. But a fellow rat-person! The girl had a big smile on her face when she saw there were little skittering rats in the carrying case I was holding.
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There's been a bit of management reorganization at the office that was strange, but the big thing that half the people keep talking about is the new door to the women's restroom. It's one of those doors that open all the way automatically when you push, for handicapped access. I don't think anyone's quite used to it yet, and it's horribly fun watching people go into the bathroom, push the door, pause, and slowly watch the door open by itself. On the day of the door debut, people would push it open, watch it open, and very cautiously peek around the other side to see if maybe someone was there opening the door veeeery sloooooowly. Oh, the excitement of cubicle life.
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I watched a Good Eats episode on sweet potatoes yesterday, in which I learned that yams grown in Africa, which are called "man-yams," can only be grown by men, because of their resemblance to certain anatomy bits. I nearly fell off the couch laughing, because, man-yams! And penis jokes on my favorite food show! Also, I wonder if this explains "manroot" in so many romance novels.
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I also still feel rather guilty for hanging up on a telemarketer today. Mostly they go away if I say "no" often and persistently, but this person just would not stop. And we just put our number on the do-not-call registry, too. I guess it hasn't taken hold yet. But the person asked for Mr. or Mrs. Boy, which is a sure sign, and when I said, sorry, they're not here right now, can I take a message please? she asked me who I was. I don't like giving out much personal info, and so I got hedgy. A friend, I said. They were out. Ok, said the telemarketer, what's your name? I hedged more and asked what the call was about. Standard fast-talking offer starts, in which I butt in and say that I'm really just visiting. The telemarketer asks again for some of my time. I say I'm busy. She says just a few minutes. I say I'm not interested. She keeps going. I get very nervous and annoyed and flight-or-fight kicks in, and I hang up and feel guilty. But wow, I haven't had one so bull-doggish for quite some time. Irksome.
I find this very amusing, because I saw this meme making the rounds a while ago, and it made me realize I had no journal title or subtitle. So I set some, but after the meme had passed on. And now it's back!
Gakked from everyone else:
My journal is called "The Brain Dump" because I have no imagination whatsoever, and it seemed nominally better than "The Place Oyceter Writes Stuff She Thinks About."
My subtitle is "aka things that run through my head" because again, no imagination. It is a fairly good description of my LJ though!
My friends page actually doesn't seem to have a title, though it has a little blurb in front of it saying "lovely people" on my front page.
My username is Oyceter because I've been using it for a long time. Also, I think it's a fun play on my real name.
My default userpic is a teruterubouzu because I think it's cute, and it makes me happy.
Had to get up at six in the morning yesterday to take the poor rats to the vet -- Fitz-rat has been making this really strange sound in his chest that sounds like a pigeon. I can't quite explain it, but it does. So he's on antibiotics again. While we were there, I saw a little girl with a rat! I've never seen another rat there before. Her rat was a very cute grey hooded rat named Ella, and she was there for surgery. I felt very bad, and I hope she is feeling better. But a fellow rat-person! The girl had a big smile on her face when she saw there were little skittering rats in the carrying case I was holding.
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There's been a bit of management reorganization at the office that was strange, but the big thing that half the people keep talking about is the new door to the women's restroom. It's one of those doors that open all the way automatically when you push, for handicapped access. I don't think anyone's quite used to it yet, and it's horribly fun watching people go into the bathroom, push the door, pause, and slowly watch the door open by itself. On the day of the door debut, people would push it open, watch it open, and very cautiously peek around the other side to see if maybe someone was there opening the door veeeery sloooooowly. Oh, the excitement of cubicle life.
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I watched a Good Eats episode on sweet potatoes yesterday, in which I learned that yams grown in Africa, which are called "man-yams," can only be grown by men, because of their resemblance to certain anatomy bits. I nearly fell off the couch laughing, because, man-yams! And penis jokes on my favorite food show! Also, I wonder if this explains "manroot" in so many romance novels.
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I also still feel rather guilty for hanging up on a telemarketer today. Mostly they go away if I say "no" often and persistently, but this person just would not stop. And we just put our number on the do-not-call registry, too. I guess it hasn't taken hold yet. But the person asked for Mr. or Mrs. Boy, which is a sure sign, and when I said, sorry, they're not here right now, can I take a message please? she asked me who I was. I don't like giving out much personal info, and so I got hedgy. A friend, I said. They were out. Ok, said the telemarketer, what's your name? I hedged more and asked what the call was about. Standard fast-talking offer starts, in which I butt in and say that I'm really just visiting. The telemarketer asks again for some of my time. I say I'm busy. She says just a few minutes. I say I'm not interested. She keeps going. I get very nervous and annoyed and flight-or-fight kicks in, and I hang up and feel guilty. But wow, I haven't had one so bull-doggish for quite some time. Irksome.
I find this very amusing, because I saw this meme making the rounds a while ago, and it made me realize I had no journal title or subtitle. So I set some, but after the meme had passed on. And now it's back!
Gakked from everyone else:
My journal is called "The Brain Dump" because I have no imagination whatsoever, and it seemed nominally better than "The Place Oyceter Writes Stuff She Thinks About."
My subtitle is "aka things that run through my head" because again, no imagination. It is a fairly good description of my LJ though!
My friends page actually doesn't seem to have a title, though it has a little blurb in front of it saying "lovely people" on my front page.
My username is Oyceter because I've been using it for a long time. Also, I think it's a fun play on my real name.
My default userpic is a teruterubouzu because I think it's cute, and it makes me happy.
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Fri, Nov. 19th, 2004 10:53 pm (UTC)I don't think I've ever seen that word in slash, or if I have, I've blocked it out. Eee!
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Sun, Nov. 21st, 2004 05:50 pm (UTC)The Purple Prose Pardoy has great fun poking at romance tropes.
Btw, it was great meeting you today! And you forgot to take Ender's Game. Oh well, it means I will have to drag you back here some other time ;).
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Sun, Nov. 21st, 2004 09:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Fri, Nov. 19th, 2004 11:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Sun, Nov. 21st, 2004 05:51 pm (UTC)But honestly, telemarketers as so annoying.
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Sat, Nov. 20th, 2004 04:17 am (UTC)Or, to put it another way, they might be getting paid to talk to me, but I'm not getting paid to talk to them.
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Sun, Nov. 21st, 2004 05:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Sat, Nov. 20th, 2004 06:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Sun, Nov. 21st, 2004 05:53 pm (UTC)