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New Word: Geekelicious
June 2nd, 2009
Because I use the word in my profile, I feel I should define it for clarity, just in case it's not abundantly obvious what I mean. Others have probably formed this compound word independently as the shortest distance towards expressing an idea whose time has come. 'Geekelicious' (also spelled 'geekylicious') is like 'bootylicious' (which is in turn an almost-exact synonym for 'callipygian', but I've never met anyone who uses both words), except, irrespective of the possible deliciousness of the subject's posterior region, centers (without excluding other positive traits) upon their quirky, interesting, and sizable intellect. Examples of the geekelicious female in broadcast media include: Penelope Garcia (Kirsten Vangsness' sassy hacker character on 'Criminal Minds'), the token hot Goth chick Abbey on 'NCIS', Deanna Troi (Marina Sirtis' serene psychotherapist from way back in 'Star Trek:the Next Generation') and Willow Rosenberg from 'Buffy' (or any Allyson Hannigan role, really)
Disclaimers: yes, they're all fictional. I know real women who fit, but they aren't famous enough to be public examples. The famous real people might be, but I don't know them well enough. It's possible, although unlikely, that Ms. Hannigan plays multiple characters with certain mannerisms and geeky leanings, but is nothing like that in person. Also, I didn't fact-check this entry. I'd make it perfect if it needed it. Ship's Counselor might be more like a psychoanalyst than a psychotherapist, "Abbey" might be spelled wrong, Amber Benson might not be the one who played Tara, and Summer Glau might not be as tall in metric as xkcd says. ...hrm. y'know, maybe four examples is plenty.
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Here's Your Sign ~or~ Father, forgive them, they don't know any better.
June 3rd, 2009
Cut is healing nicely now. My week 20 schedule has a full 40 hours, so either Tg spoke to somebody or Week 19 was just to compensate for the holiday pay they're required to give on Memorial Day. So, Monday night, I asked Kip for the other 2 schedule-related favors and he (helpfully? i think) told me I should get both of those done on the company computer system so even if (when) he forgets, the system won't let him. I'm doing that today, with help from the ladies in Personnel.
...Three hours later, I see Kip taping up _another_ sign in the Maintenance equipment room. All customer-accessible bathrooms are to be checked hourly for sufficiency of paper towel supply. Kip tells me cheerfully that it's his goal that we have zero incidents of empty paper towel dispensers. I say, "um, ok. but what if we run out of paper towels to put _into_ the dispensers?" and he's all like, 'that could happen?' and I'm all, 'well, the customers do go through them like air. I've seen customers use seven towels to dry their hands once.' and he says he'll talk to Somename, and make sure we have extra boxes of towels ordered. I start thinking what I can bribe the female employees with to get some of them to check the Ladies' room towels for me.
Another hour passes. The Maintenance Night Crew are gathered round, laughing at the new sign. Manager Jn comes by and says if we don't do this, Kip gets in trouble...followed by a joke to the effect that a) sucks to be Kip and b) not my( Jn's) problem, anymore, ha-ha! All in all, didn't feel like such a bad day. I can forgive people for not being very bright. It's not-caring that drives me batty. I guess I'm back on speaking terms with Kip until the next thing he does.
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Watching your back is a pain in the ass (but unsightly daggers are worse)
June 15th, 2009
Current Location:behind locked doors
Current Mood:annoyed annoyed
Since I moved into New Place, my immediate neighbor, KramR, (who is fratboy-normal, which makes him a weirdo from my geek perspective) has occasionally begged for food or borrowed money (unbeknownst to him, it's really the same ten dollars he borrowed and eventually paid back the first time, re-lent in pieces, repaid sporadically, and set aside for the next time he asks). The police have been by at least once looking for his friend and frequent visitor and possible permanent houseguest (let's call him Newman, just to call him something). It would not surprise me to learn that he uses something stronger than nicotine. However, I'm willing to put up with a certain amount of loudish music, the slamming of people coming and going at random hours, and the requests for soy sauce or salad dressing. My policy is to live, let live, and treat him as innocent until proven guilty. ...and I *think* I'm on good terms with him.
On the evening of the 13th, KramR asked if he could use my computer to check MySpace. I had to say no. I was nervous/neurotic about it after, but I have no doubt it was the right decision.
On the evening of the 14th, neighbors from the other wing of the building, "Fred & Wilma" and undefined relative "George" introduce themselves and their female puppy "Dino". Wilma says they live next to "Barney", (who helped me find a place to park one night last month when other neighbors had placed their cars with marked inconsideration.) Wilma said KramR has not only begged from them, but broke into their apartment and stole things. She says I should be careful and watchful and keep my car and apt locked. (I constantly lock my apt anyway, but my car is now on the always lock list, too.) She says we should have a "neighborhood watch" and invites me to supper the following night at 5:45.
Maybe a half-hour later, KramR knocks on my door to tell me: ( the reason the police were there earlier was because Barney, whom KramR describes as the "short, fat guy" believes that KramR stole from Barney's apt and Barney was threatening to get a gun and calling KramR every name in the book, and KramR wanted me to know he did not (hands horizontal slicing outward gesture) do any such thing. "You know I'm a peaceable guy, right?" me: "I guess so, yeah.") also, as a "serious question", could he borrow another $5? (That brings him to 6 borrowed, 4 left). That night, there was extra slamming and slightly louder music to cover loud voices and slapping noises from Chez KramR. (Was that him dressing down Newman for fouling the fishbowl? Newman telling him the payment wasn't enough? Domestic abuse? I have no bloody clue and no safe way to get any clues.)
At 5:45 on the 15th, I go down to eat with the neighbors, knock on the door labelled as shared by several apts, including Barney's and Fred&Wilma's, press the doorbuzzer for the Flintstone apt... wait and repeat. After 10 minutes, I leave a note tucked in the door and leave. An hour later, I hear them outside through my open apt window, saying goodbye to another neighbor (friendly neighbor "Julia" from the first floor). I could've run down to try to catch Julia coming in or Wilma still outside, but if they had a reason to avoid me, any attempt to circumvent that would make them think I was creepy.
...Man, I did not want to have to deal with this nonsense. Plus, I might have family visiting for Father's Day and I don't want them thinking I live in Suicide Slum. (It's the roughest part of Metropolis, probably equivalent to the Bronx and Spanish Harlem.)

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