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I was going to spend some time typing up my values and mission statement, but decided to make up a batch of candied pecans instead. Mmmm, pecans. Now I must go work out and go to sleep.

transitioning - (v) the present progressive tense of “to transition” which is a noun with “to” stuck on and pressed into service as a verb. State of being in a transition. Brought to you by the makers of other fine made-up words like relevancy. (Have I mentioned that verbing weirds language? well, so does nounation :) Well, that’s the other shoe dropped. We’re being fired in exremely slow motion. It looks like I have 178 days to go in this job, so I will soon be looking for some other place where I can go be a sysadmin or manager. Strangely, I have approximately the same amount of severance and vacation saved up (177 days), so if I were to live off of the residuals, I could probably go to next October without tapping into savings. Not that I would want to… I want to work. ...

For traveller_blues: Steganography

Wow that took like an hour to read the 170 entries on my friends page from yesterday and today. You guys are on *fire*. I even read the 12 additional entries that appeared in the 90 minutes I was reading the first 170 or so. Good thing there is nothing important happening at work today. Perhaps I will work some more on my personal mission statement. It’s almost done by the way.

Wednesday- Met for dinner and brief gaming with J. A good time was had by all.] Thursday- Nothing remarkable. Friday- Managed to leave work by 4:30. Forgot what I had for dinner. I think I just watched tv or something. Saturday- Took apart entertainment center. Received call from D asking for help moving bookcases, so we met at the furniture place around 6:00. D and C helped me get the ent. center put back together, at least enough to get tivo running again. We went to dinner at California Buffet (on De Anza or Saratoga/Sunnyvale Rd or whatever it is called there) - this place is eerily similar to Todai.. a few different kinds of fish dishes, but no ramen/udon and limited desserts. Went back to D and C’s place to help unload and hung out for an hour or two. ...

On the way to work, three or four people were on the street corner by the freeway ramp holding signs that said “No Recall. No on 54.” I waved and gave them the thumbs up. I made the rounds and talked to everyone at work, asking if they voted. I found at least one person who wasn’t planning to vote because he was disgusted with the whole process so I encouraged him to go Vote No. Two more people weren’t sure if they could vote or where to go, so I told them to check smartvoter.org. I reminded about 3 people that if they haven’t voted yet, they are allowed by law to leave early to go do so. The vast majority of co-workers either had voted already, and a smaller number were non-citizens here on visa or green card. ...

15. 2 jars cucumber, plus 2 jars carrot+cauliflower, all 4 with onion, bell pepper, garlic Slice produce and cram into jars. About when they are half-full is when you want to slip the fresh dill into the sides with a butter knife or something. This time I sliced the onion across the midsection (so each slice has like 10 concentric rings) but left the slices in slice form rather than popping out the individual rings. These take up less space when crammed in the jar and you can cram in more food. ...

Thursday: I think I Thursday was the day I drove M’s car to the car shop to unlock the *%^$@! radio anti-theft lock which I don’t have the code to (now we do) and to get a replacement antenna. Radio code was free, antenna was $45 plus $55 labor. The sales guy at the car radio store can’t spell “antenna”. After arriving to work late, there were a couple meetings and pretty much time to go home. ...

Posted as a comment on someone else’s community entry. I wanted to keep it here for myself also. (Original comment was about boy1 behaving badly when author paid attention to boy2, and asks how to say “Listen you ass, you are dead wrong” in perhaps not just those words.)

More thoughts about “my principles and values”. This was written in response to a private message to a friend, but I wanted to keep it here for myself. Some of the original is elided…