Randomness and Fluff, My Head Is Full of Randomness and Fluff...

[chibi_trillian]

Is there a way to block your AIM profile from being random-searched? Because getting AIMed by random-ass webspeaking preteens who can't figure out that you're much much older than they are from the hint of "I can buy my own booze" really sucks. Well, it was either a preteen or some pedophile pretending to be one. Ew. That would explain the obsession with finding out my exact age and the readily given fake name. Squickness.

I need to find some moments (read: hours) to rub together to write something. Anything. Preferably pr0nnage, since people seem to like it so.

ZOMG! tarvosio snuck off to Boyfriends'R'Us without me! So mean! But he and his boyfriend are cute, so I'll let it be.



And lo, I did make the alchemical concoction that my master bade me to. The cauldron was filled with the precious potion, and I realized a great, great lack. I required a container: that which imposes order upon chaos, symbolic of man's focused will bounding the Universe. I sought my master to ask him for such, and he was not there, for he had left to meet with others of his kind. I sought his apprentice, and he was also not there, having gone with his master. My soul quaked with despair, and I feared all was lost, for I had not the Talisman required to get into the Chamber of Objects.

And then an angel descended, and asked me of my trouble, and I did speak and tell her of this newest nadir to my existence. And she, being a merciful angel, did hand me a Talisman--her own. I joyfully thanked her, and ran to the Chamber of Objects to go obtain the sacred containers. The potion was carefully decanted, and my master was pleased.

Points to anyone who figures out what actually happened at work.

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[desyhand.livejournal.com]

Ooooo.....I wanna guess! I wanna guess!

You were....um....cooking.....um.....perfume?? And couldn't get into the closet to get a bottle for it? So someone leant you a key? And then the flying monkeys came with girlscout cookies and banjos?

Did I get it right? Flying monkeys or doom?

(BTW, how is work going?)

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

Close. I was making experimental foundation, I needed a badge to get into the chemical storeroom, and my company has a sad lack of flying monkeys.

Work's going pretty well--I have a Geeky British Boss, a Cute British Boss, and the obligatory Dilbert Boss (of the "Incompetent-Evil" classification). Fortunately, I'm technically not working for the Dilbert Boss, so prior orders or "Blimey, look at that, can I steal her for a day?" (actual quote from Cute British Boss--I didn't know actual British people actually said "blimey" until I started working for him) override any horrible task he sets me.

Other than awful Dilbert moments and lack of job security, I love my job. My hours are flexible (asking for a day off consists of saying, "Hey, I won't be here on *day*"), the dress code is pretty much common sense safety and no other requirements, and my Geeky Boss reads Harry Potter and plays Magic.

[spedangel.livejournal.com]

hmmm on AIM when you go to set up your profile you can make it so others can not search for you.
On the AIM Toolbar:
-My AIM
-Edit Profile
-"Allow People to Search for Me" should be UNCHECKED
Voila! I did that years and years and years ago. Too many weirdo's out there to have a safe AIM conversation. Ever.

[chibi-trillian.livejournal.com]

Apparently, this isn't possible if you're actually an AOL member. If it is, they've hidden the command so well that I can't find it. Grr.