The beaver is a proud and noble animal

This is what happens when your contrast suddenly goes haywire on your webcam:

I spent a good 3 and a half hours chatting with raspberrysalmon this afternoon – and it was after business hours, so it's all good. I finally remembered to bring my webcam to the office, so that was really fun – even though I spent the first half hour blushing, for god knows what reason.

She's leaving for Zurich for a month.

I'm going to miss her.

If You and I were alone in a room right now, what would we be doing?

Post this in your LJ, and see what your friends want to do with you…

Click to see icon goodness!

I did a full backup of my laptop – recent events having taught me a lesson – and I found an old website I used to maintain. It was full of icon-goodness, so go crazy y'all :)

Oh, and I have no idea where the hell this came from or what it means, but I just found it funny as hell. I must've been on really good shit when I make it :)

Just for you, Sara:

 

When in doubt, stick out your tongue or slap someone.

hehe.

Had drinks and sushi goodness with eniran and montreality last night. Soo good.

Met them at Hurleys at 6:15, where Dusty threatened to whack my ass with a stick for being yet again late. You know you're a regular patron when your bartender walks by and comments: oh, the lobster story again?. Much laughter ensued. Headed over to Bishoku for dead fish, where the ordering process took an obscene amount of time, due to more laughter and giggling. The food was up to its usual standards – by far the best sushi in town IMHO.

It was a nice evening. Both eniran and montreality took turns blushing, for different reasons, while we were talking about the usual pervy stuff. It's amazing that any conversation topic will go from perfectly harmless to completely insane and pervy in a matter of seconds.

Amusing random quote:
me: You only love me for my money
her: That, and your kitty, cause you all know how much I love pussy.

Other random moment was when I went to settle the bill, our usual (and cute) waitress asks So where's Michel? I haven't seen him in a while. I just had to laugh.

After dinner, we did a quick little stop to Sara's workplace, cause the silly thing had forgotten to set the alarm, then she kindly drove us all home – while listening to the weirdest mix CD known to man. (I haven't heard the CareBear's theme song in over 10 years, if not more, and the Cartman quote medley had us in stitches).

After a quick little pitstop to get some kitty litter, I finally crashed on the couch to play with the cat until roomie showed up (!) and we spent a good hour talking about stuff. Getting to know him better, he's a cool guy. I think this cohabitation thing will work out.

I sent a little email to both people responsible for the McGill job. One answered back telling me he was on vacation, and that the best person to talk to was the other guy. Still waiting for his answer to see what's happening.

*crosses fingers and toes and rubs lucky Tia's foot*

Aaah, where to begin.

Get in to the office at a decent time again this morning, even though waking up is a cast-iron pain in the ass. First thing that's dumped on my head is that I must babysit the new intern on a project he's working on. Actually, that sounds a lot worse than it was. The intern is a nice guy, and I don't really mind doing that. What I do mind is that bossman managed to screw up a complete code package that I had written a few months ago. technical ramble Anyway, nothing worked. He'd somehow – and I have no clue how that's actually humanly possible – corrupted the code archive files. So he has no clue how to fix the problem, and it's now my responsibility. Fun.

For some obscure reason I can't fathom, he insists that the intern must write code using an IDE. (Now let me take a moment to digress here. Personally, I find integrated development environments – or IDEs – to be unnecessary for most projects. They're big, bloated, slow resource whores that are a complete pain in the ass to configure properly. It's a question of preference, as most things are, but I can't stand them and find I can do just as well without them. My usual dev environment is lean, mean and efficient. It also works. Which is more than I can say for all of the other computers in this office, but that's me being nasty). Getting back to the rant at hand, I need to setup the intern's IDE.

I've already bored most of you with technical details. Suffice it to say that the software he has to use, poor bastard, is the most retarded piece of shit I've ever had the misfortune to deal with. It took me 3 hours of putzing around with the computer's firewall, database, software and settings to realize that the code that I wrote was, indeed working. If I executed it OUTSIDE of the IDE, it worked hunky-dory. If I executed it inside, all hell broke loose. Why? because one little checkbox hadn't been ticked. Buried deep within tons and tons of configuration screens, a trivial option – unset by default – would prevent most code from working. I'm disgusted with this. It just proves my point.

Boss' reaction: note it down so it doesn't happen again.

*runs screaming away*

I have the firm conviction that on the day I leave this office, the technical infrastructure will fall in ruins. Not because I'm such a genius, but because most of the people are… for practical day-to-day purposes, complete boobs!

While browsing FARK this morning, I came across this lovely lass:

Hmmm, redhead and leopard print. Hits some major buttons :)

So now, list must stand as such:

1. Alyson Hannigan
2. Neve Campbell
3. Alicia Witt
4. Kate Beckinsale
5. Charlize Theron

With Jeri Ryan as #1 alternate.