joules_burn: (Tailwags)
I really don't share things on the internet anymore. I've covered this many times and sworn not to keep doing it, but a well learned lesson is a hard thing to ignore. But there are a few easy things to talk about and convey. And one of those is pets.

With one last e-mail today, all of my adoptees from last year are accounted for. So I'm going to take this moment for a gloat and a round up, so I remember the lessons learned this year. So not entirely happy.

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I'm So Sick of Animals )
joules_burn: (EYEBROWS)
I really meant to keep most of real life out of this journal.  But I think every corner of the internet I have has been pretty thoroughly infested one way or another with people I IRL know.  Which is just irritating, since I don't want to hear their crap about robots or what I post on my tumblr all the time.  But more importantly, because I hate the good 'ol boy system and the possibility of coworkers seeing me bitch.   

And I really do mean that.  I hate the good 'ol boy system.  I don't know if it's all the military (but I've pretty much had it confirmed that yes, yes it is), but it's half the reason I stay as happy as I can where I am.  I have no dick.  And that's how you get anywhere within the military structure, for the most part.  Probably, especially here in the south.  You have a dick and you play golf and you talk the big talk- even when you can't walk it.  I could name four people off the top of my head who did jack shit but play friends and do shit they weren't supposed to do in order to walk into their jobs.  You fuck up, you move up.  All that.  Hard workers need not apply. 

And when they need a fall guy, they find one.  My lead is being relieved of his position due to a failure that was caused by something that isn't even his job.  It's pretty much ruined my weekend.  Yeah, part of it is because he stood up for us and looked out for us.  And no one else in that org seems to know what we do, why we do it or if it even needs to get done.  But mostly, it's because that man is one of the sweetest damn people I know.  His eyes light up when he talks about his family or his rottweilers and he gets so embarrassed when things go over his head.   He's adorable.  He's completely adorable.  And it's so, so wrong that he has to deal with this now.  Worrying about where he'll be able to be moved, or if he can be moved in the company during an economy like this.  Dealing with the fact that he's in cancer remission and now might be unemployed.  

He's worked in the white house.  He's been from one part of the country to the other and probably to half the parts of the world considering what little I know about him.  And he's dedicated his life to security and for the last decade to this project.  And now they're tossing him out.  Because our whole command structure has been moving around, getting replaced, and our newest one seems to want his own good 'ol boys brought over to his own team.  Because he's not like that other team who we can never get support from.  Cause their lead plays games online with the big boss.  So no matter how many times he gets dressed down in the meetings nothing will happen to him.  

I dunno what's going to happen to my department, other than someone being brought in who doesn't even work on our side being given the reins.  But this weekend, at least, as worried as I am about what's going to happen to me, I'm going to be way more busy being pissed by what they've done to one of the gentlest men I know, who's stressed himself to the point of passing out to make shit happen for these asshats for years.  Just because he doesn't talk the good talk, he does what he needs to get done.  And doesn't misdirect blame if he does something wrong.  But mostly, mostly.  Because he's not just there to be their buddy.  

And just so this isn't completely real life related- TF Anonny, do you know us?  I might be jumping to assumptions here, but the angry no review rule came awfully quick if it's in reaction to me and Kon.  I guess it could have been someone else bitching about the same crap on the meme, but let's assume for a moment that it was because of our little bitchfest.  

Good lord, even if it wasn't.  Don't take it out on your reviewers.  Hell, don't take it out on yourself.  The whole point of bitching way over here on the other side of the internet is to let other people still have their fun.  Go have your fun, anon.  If we're bro or were bro, I hope you don't have hard feelings.  Heck, go have some discussion, if you want.  You can stay anon.  I don't think I or Kon have anon reviewing off.  (Edit: Oh, hey, I did have mine off.  Not off no more.)

But go have fun. Go have fun with your reviews and leave the bitching out of it, because, goddamn. You've written a lot and you deserve it. You want an honest review of the fic?  Cause I assure you it's still overwhelmingly positive over here and the majority of the bitching was about things that have bothered the both of us about the meme and fandom(s) in general for a long damn time.  Don't let other people bring you down and lessen your enjoyment in something that is so overwhelmingly positive.  
joules_burn: (Megatron: What you Say)
I'm starting to get bored. At least, I do believe that's what I'm beginning to get. A rather impressive feat considering I can entertain myself with a popcorn ceiling for at least an hour. Necessity adapted me to being a rather self contained and efficiently run pile of cell processes. But even so, now I'm starting to fester.

I haven't been forefront in a fandom since I was a teen with the time to do that sort of junk. My new job, however, has a worrisome amount of downtime, and while I should be studying for the time when my paranoia is proven correct and I'm laid off, I just don't want to spend the money on classes right now. So, my downtime has turned to other projects. But those are all planned now, and Christmas is looming close. Increasingly, every year, I kind of take a step back and wonder what I'm doing. I'm a somewhat neglectful friend when it comes down to it, but I tend to be a bit overly flamboyant when it comes to Christmas. It's not even driven by guilt or obligation (except in the instance of family). It's more like an excuse to shower people who I like with gifts without having to be embarrassed about it.

But that's all planned. Sites are marked for later reference. My supplies are piled on the counters. Now, I'm here at work without any of that and actual downtime (when my credit card isn't being fraudulently charged, anyway) that I'm starting to run out of things I need to research and am sitting here wondering what the heck am I going to do.

I finally got on board with tumblr, and looking through it when I remember to has made me realize that I'm back on the other side of the moat as far as fandom goes. I was having fun as a behind the scene runner. I've typed up long e-mails debating about jet characterization on blackberries while standing by the flightline gate and listening to jet engines. Skim over fics sent to me while sitting inside of a delivery van. Now I'm here and that's kind of gone now. Everyone who still had time for the internet has moved on now. Either busy themselves with other crap or gotten their own new circles.

And so, the conundrum of reliving college days. I used to write five posts a day. Used to have pointless comment conversations just to try and see if LJ had a max. Then everyone got busy and moved on, and it's kind of like that all over again. The internet can be a bustling infrastructure of fun an activity. But it can also be a void. Do I really want to run this operation pretty much solo? I'm rather used to running creatively as a group. Kon is around, but we do all the things together and real life tends to pull our interests in all direction.

I mean. I've got lists of roboart and robostories to write and draw and plot and do, but the jokes behind a lot of them have kinda gone dead and quiet. It's sort of depressing.

I suppose I still have my orders to do something for NANO. Just not really feeling very inspired.
joules_burn: (Skywarp: Studying)
Alphabetical Everyone is Doing It )

It's Christmas Countdown time. Which means getting friendship bread batter going, likely not finishing the gobs of creative gifts I always plan (FUCK YOU, I'LL DO THEM THIS YEAR, WAIT AND SEE). I have models to paint and VHS video to convert to digital media and a trip to Atlanta at the end of the month. And holy shit, classes and property taxes are going to hurt like a goddamn train /old.

It's a shame, because I had wanted to do Nanowrimo. Well, I say want, but it's in that vague way that I want to do things like being able to dance Salsa or want to learn to play the cello. Something to get to ONE DAY. Instead, I'm going to concentrate on trying to get those presents done so I might have some actual content to post to this thing instead of just my face.
joules_burn: (Skywarp: Studying)
I never did do anything resembling a normal intro post in this journal. It just sort of popped up and died in the ashes of Botcon and neverweres and my job screwing me repeatedly. But now I've been halfway demoted by my new boss, which means I'm less motivated to work twelve hour days and constantly check my blackberry. As soon as he arrived, I devolved into a regular old nine to fiver.

Which means I have more free time. Sort of. I'm [ profile] konora's heterosexual life partner, a.k.a. roommate. And believe me, caring for a troll like that takes a lot of work and cookies. I have four different bags of sugar in my pantry now. Perhaps that will appease the beast.

Mostly, I'm posting because I was prodded by her. Suspiciously close to the anon meme I heard some shit about. She implies that I should be more active in the fandom and actually do things with art that I never use anymore. Secretly, I suspect she read all that drama about how the funnest group I've seen in this fandom are a bunch of trolls and went, 'they're practically nice compared to you! These people need to see what a real troll looks like!'

I think she also wants me to be over here in the fandom space with her and burn everyone else's minds instead of just hers with talk of blushing daleks and Megatron's dreads.

But enough of that. I will now see how I may portray my personality with only pictures already on my photobucket account.

What the Shit )
joules_burn: (High Five Fo Sho)
Today. I've been involuntarily thinking of songs from musicals appropriate for situations as they crop up.

So far today:

My friend complaining about work: 'A MAAAAAAN'S GOTTA DO WHAT A MAAAAAN'S GOTTA DOOOO'

Someone's depressed blog: 'AAAGONNYYYY..'

This is your fault, Dr. Horrible. All of it.
Even the songs that don't come from you.
And probably Web Side Story, too.

With my freeze ray
I will stop. The wooorld.

Mi Dia

Jun. 27th, 2009 01:24 pm
joules_burn: (Default)

So what did you fuckers do yesterday?
joules_burn: (Skywarp is a sadclone)
You stupid whorebitch. Stop lamenting over having so much on the to-do list and start to-doing. Fuck. If you aren't doing at least one of these things at all times until completion, I'm going to rape your face.

Grocery Store
Present Making
Project Planning
Comm Posting
joules_burn: (Jetstorm Salutes You)
Why am I having to explain what text shorthand and l33t speak are to my sister's oldest children? Who are teenagers.

P.S. Simple algebra is the funnest game ever.
joules_burn: (Rain)
'The plane's last automated messages detail a series of failures that end with its systems shutting down, suggesting the plane broke apart in the sky, according to an aviation industry official with knowledge of the investigation, who spoke on condition of anonymity because he was not authorized to discuss the crash.

The pilot sent a manual signal at 11 p.m. local time Sunday saying he was flying through an area of black, electrically charged cumulonimbus clouds that come with violent winds and lightning.

Ten minutes later, a cascade of problems began: Automatic messages indicate the autopilot had disengaged, a key computer system switched to alternative power, and controls needed to keep the plane stable had been damaged. An alarm sounded indicating the deterioration of flight systems.

Three minutes after that, more automatic messages reported the failure of systems to monitor air speed, altitude and direction. Control of the main flight computer and wing spoilers failed as well.

The last automatic message, at 11:14 p.m., signaled loss of cabin pressure and complete electrical failure — catastrophic events in a plane that was likely already plunging toward the ocean.

Patrick Smith, a U.S. airline pilot and aviation analyst, said the sequence of messages strongly indicated a loss of electrical power, possibly as the result of an extremely strong lightning bolt.

"What jumps out at me is the reported failure of both the primary and standby instruments," Smith said. "From that point the plane basically becomes unflyable."

"If they lost control and started spiraling down into a storm cell, the plane would begin disintegrating, the engines and wings would start coming off, the cabin would begin falling apart," he said.',2933,525043,00.html

I was in a car crash once. Only took a few seconds. And in those few seconds I had the time to curse, slam my breaks and literally think that it had to be a fucking joke.

I’m not sure what one would do with four minutes of disaster, but I’m fairly certain that I’d be wishing for the heart attack to work its magic before that sequence of events took place.

I love how nonchalant the pilot is while describing what would happen, though I normally try to not think about how absolutely structurally fragile a commercial jet is when I fly in them. You take them out of their normal operation and they can’t handle the pressure. Every jet is Silverbolt.

It’s also funny that when I was flying back home from Botcon, I was mildly contemplating the fact that- while I intellectually knew that I was 10,000 feet in the air- I was still fundamentally aware of the fact that my brain also thought that this was a fact like Link shooting glowing arrows is a fact. Somewhere, in the back of my dumb little head, there is the thought that this is a video game and the window is my screen. Not sure what the control pad is. Maybe my face. Pressed against that window.

And despite the facts above. I still bought the Superman Returns movie. Goddamn it, that jet would have shredded like paper. I will always enjoy seeing it cartwheel.


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