whee theoretical particle physics!

A reminder to anyone who was worrying--they have yet to destroy life as we know it.

I'm sorry to report that no black holes have been spotted. Not even tiny ones.

....okay, hands up. Tell me that you totally would not have run outside, looked into the theoretical shape of our fate and the end of all humanity, and thought, "Awesome."

Cause I gotta say. Black hole created by accident is not like, the most embarrassing way our species could end here. Think hairspray.

I return everyone to people who didn't hear the words "microscopic black hole" and think "I wonder if they will sell keychains."

i find comfort in spreadsheets

An unsettling realization came over me after a glorious day of lots of work and not enough time to do it and madly reading over my scripts and arguing with people about how to word each step.

My laziness seems to be inversely proportional to how much work I am given to do. Today, I was in a good mood because I had actual work. It's a revelation! I have a bad feeling I will walk in tomorrow and try to commandeer the regression project, because it's messy and impossible and will make me cry and I will stop hating life and surfing youtube too much. I mean, I'll hate life, but in a much more active and cheerful way that involves coffee being necessary and railing against the perfidity of government work. I mean, that's fun. Make work is not.

See, here's the best part--we now have to track and itemize our time by what specific government program whatever we are working on relates to so the correct federal departments are billed the right amount. This led to a marvelous hour with Excel and designing an itemized spreadsheet to track my productivity throughout the day. There are three different thicknesses of line and six colors so far and I'm trying to negotiate a way to increase it to four dimensions (arrays yay! No, no idea how the hell I'll do that in Excel) so as to itemize both in amount of time worked and at what time it occurred with blocks set for environments going offline and meetings that directly relate to, but do not necessarily intersect with, above mentioned departments.

I feel less viciously capable of systematic destruction.

( however, it is not all desperate work and glee at work; there is sql )

The ways of tech are mysterious.

Now.

I need someone to recommend me a nice book that will give me the basics on sql commands for database query. As tomorrow I am going to talk my boss into giving me access and permissions to the database and I have brownies, so he'll break. Then I will pull the decision table hierarchy and discover how anyone can look for a state medicaid case and fall on top of a federally funded SSI and think they are the same thing even though they have this neat clearly labeled code that are kind of deeply different.

I have a plan. I am happy.

Currently Re-Reading

A Modest Proposal by resonant8, dS, Fraser/Kowalski, because I totally feel Ray's sense of determination. Or maybe it's just that damn hot.

Happy.

ETA: The language spoken above is not so much geek as bureaucratese. Adjust your thinking accordingly.

meta rec - dS reviews by truepenny

For those interested, truepenny just finished her reviews of dS seasons one and two and is about to start season three. Which I, for one, am trying not to hyperventilate over, because I love her grasp of both character arc and mytharc. As the season one reviews were fantastic and season two were extremely thoughtful and you know, I'm a junkie. Like this is a surprise.

Tag for Due South reviews.

I'd read them all so as to be ready to start when she posts for Burning Down the House (Jesus, why couldn't it be today????).

Also, she uses pararealism, surrealism, and contrarealism sometimes in the same paragraph! I honestly don't know how I avoided a vocabulary high. Perhaps I have one now.

You know, it wouldn't hurt to watch the eps before each review at all, I think. *mulls*