Brye Claire 🌻 @memnus@octodon.social

New "favorite" pastime: answering the phone

Caller: Is this Brian?

Me: Yes, this is she.

Caller: ... Wait did you say this is Brian?

Me: Yes.

Hell, this is *not* the time for me to find out that my Friendly Local Hardware Store is up for sale

If Google follows Microsoft and is discovered to be working with ICE, I have to take a long hard look at if I can keep working here. I'm working on defensive security for the most widely distributed operating system in personal devices, which I count as a *lot* of "making things better" points. I've used that to justify staying so far. But if it gets worse?

I don't know if I'd be strong enough to leave.

Doctor said I should give up either cheese or ice cream

And have the other one just once a week

First of all: how dare you

Second: guess I'm cultivating my taste for sushi

One of these days I'll learn to carry a power brick on Tuesdays

Today's gender is:

soft

Months ago: oh no one of my trans pride thigh-highs has a giant hole in the heel

Last week: oh no one of my genderqueer pride thigh-highs has a giant hole in the heel

I am going to be SO GAY on friday

Back to work. Sort of. (eye contact)

I will never, ever get tired of this skyline welcoming me home.

I may also never get a good picture of it, and that's okay.

I am sweaty and smelly and going the hell home. See you soon, Seattle.

Update: everything is fine

... I may not make it.

🛬 Toronto, 80 minutes to get to my next flight.

Not the words you want to hear after scanning your boarding pass: "there's a situation, don't put it away yet."

(It scanned fine the second time and I am now on a plane)

Apparently I burned my airport luck on the US side. Got "randomly" selected for extra screening, the agent explained in French what he was about to do then got started without confirming that I actually understood. He also had no idea how to pay down someone in a skirt, had to ask his female coworker, but apparently didn't feel like she would be the more appropriate one to pat me down in the first place.

I think I owe my laptop an apology of some sort.

I miss my kitties. Home tomorrow... very late.

Once again my alarm goes off before 6 on a Sunday, at least home-time, and I am only barely willing to deal with this.

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