my reality is flawed

Okay, it's not like I go into any Monday with high expectations, and a Monday after Thanksgiving is pretty much a recipe for abiding hatred and a strange, surreal connection with the artistic stylings of Dilbert, but.

But.

There is staring blankly at your computer believing in your heart that despite other people's assurances that it is not evil and plotting against you, yes, it is plotting against you, and then there is this--there is staring blankly at your computer believing in your heart that it's plotting against you and everyone else sees it too because all the computers are doing this.

This is actually fairly weird. There was definitely a power outage, since all the computers were off and that does not happen, but on reboot, everything is moving so slowly it's like watching a documentary on carnal relations in the fly kingdom, or possibly, paint dry. And I do mean literally; I opened a message in Outlook and while waiting for it to, you know, open, trotted to my supervisor's cubicle to report, share our pain, stopped by with a coworker, admired her new hairstyle, shared pain, mosied on back, sat down, and the message finally thought about loading and loaded. Mostly.

On a certain level I find this useful, as God knows The Paladin Protocol needs re-reading since I don't actually have it memorized yet, but I'm very impressionable on Mondays and not entirely sane, so I don't think it's healthy to spend very much fictional time in Sheldon Cooper's head. Let's all remember Rodney McKay had me modeling The Road Coloring Problem with popsicle sticks during a particularly uncomfortable week, and no one sane whose highest math is Calculus should be reading about a.) millennium problems or b.) advanced graphing, much less c.) trying to create models with popsicle sticks. And I don't have any popsicle sticks right now. Also, I'm at work, but I'm not sure that would matter in the eventuality of popsicle sticks coming into being somewhere in my immediate vicinity.

This has been a message from Monday.

Comments

[nagasvoice]

It's been a strange Monday, certainly--I actually looked up and checked the phase of the moon tonight on the way home.
Coincidentally, our main database was acting oddly and running incredibly slowly (as you say, visit with two different people and return to find a task still spinning its wheels) to the point where I realized if I had to sit there poised to pounce on the next task without the solace of headphones on internet-streaming radio, I would go completely mad. Under such circs, if I had popsicle sticks in my hot little paws, let's just say they would not get devoted to making maps.

[spaceanjl.livejournal.com]

You think you have issues with being inside Sheldon's head? I wrote the damn thing, and I still get weird little East Texan grumblings in my subconscious even now. :) I'm a medieval archaeologist, I shouldn't be making bad physics puns.

I've been haunting the 'net all day (as preferable to staring at a blank screen, awaiting inspiration) and something is definitely hinky with things today. Maybe Skynet hates Mondays, too.

The Road Colouring Problem is even more alarming if you model it with the bones from a plate of spare ribs. Though building an ossuary seems to distress the waiting staff more.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

The Road Colouring Problem is even more alarming if you model it with the bones from a plate of spare ribs. Though building an ossuary seems to distress the waiting staff more.

I haven't tried that, and now I want to. In times of stress, should I be in a restaurant that is so foolish as to not have a children's area of Legos, I work on building coffee-cream container castles. Luckily, I drink a lot of coffee, so my castles can get very, very high. I can't prove this encourages more places to add Lego areas, but I feel it should.

You think you have issues with being inside Sheldon's head? I wrote the damn thing, and I still get weird little East Texan grumblings in my subconscious even now. :) I'm a medieval archaeologist, I shouldn't be making bad physics puns.

I live in Austin, but a coworker of mine is from East Texas and occasionally, the accent comes out, most especially if he's recently visited relatives. I'm trying not to pressure him to go visit family members soon, because I don't know how to say "I really need to use your voice to approximate the audio equivalent of Sheldon Cooper due to this fic I'm reading. Because I want you to read some of the dialogue starting here," and be like, subtle. Or sane.

[spaceanjl.livejournal.com]

I'm not allowed coffee. Seriously. In restaurants, the people I am with have been known to shout "no" at the staff when they offer. I've never quite understood why.

If I say that I could 'hear' the voices in my head while I was writing, that ...doesn't bode well on the sanity front, does it? But if you can't imagine the actors/characters reciting the lines, it lacks impact. I like the idea of presenting someone with a script and saying 'you, you're a neurotic, uptight but adorkable southern gentleman, with a stratospheric IQ and blunted social awareness, begin.' :)

[that-which.livejournal.com]

Cyber Monday, maybe? Because I was working from home, and the VPN was running at brutally slow speeds, even given that my company runs it off a Pong machine.

[hollyxu.livejournal.com]

Um, I hope your Tuesday's better, but if not, this Erik/Charles (http://oldfriends.livejournal.com/464139.html) vid is awesome, and I hope it makes you happier.