And in regards to the race, FUCK YEAH, JA. FUCK YEAH.

It's kinda weird. I hear people being asked "So, what do you want to work on?" Nobody asks me that. Why don't they? I want to be able to say "No, not that." That would be cool.

Once upon a time, there was a Business Analyst. Her name was ita ! She got put on a project, and she was majorly out of her depth. She floundered and floundered and couldn't get traction, and eventually they put another BA on too, and things started looking up. In fact, ita ! was very impressed by this BA--he was very business savvy, as well as technically adept, and his learning curve was much less jagged than hers had been.

And then he delegated something to her, and shit just blew up. She thought she was doing just fine, and he disagreed. Complaints went up and down, but eventually she got to a chunk of the project that was precisely her thing, and she tied it up neatly, and delivered it with a smile. The new BA was grumpy, but she'd delivered, so there was nothing to complain about, other than "she didn't do it my way, though..."

And ita ! left the project, and the world kept turning. This impressive BA went on to be given the reins to another project that ita ! didn't know much about, but apparently things didn't go that smoothly. Stuff happens--stuff has happened to ita ! after all, right?

Today, someone is grumbling to ita ! (who is prostrating herself for forgiveness for an error that went into production on her watch) that said BA is difficult to work with, and that he got his ass handed to numerous times on the project he was handling solo, and it was handed to him not by a director (like had happened to ita !) but by multiple senior vice presidents.

Oh.

That's not even schadenfreude. We are so good. Him being mad at me last year is *so* history. I have no idea how I would have weathered the flensing he received. No freaking clue. Good lord. I'm shivering just thinking about it. But everyone's nice to him now.

Dana, I think the best coffee at SeaTac is at Dilettante in the main food court. Just a suggestion if you haven't had it. Plus their line is usually shorter than Starbucks.

ETA: wow, don't know how there were like 20 posts between when I wrote that and when I posted it. Oops. But looks like Jilli concurs!

Happy Birthday Aimee!

There's always cute boys with cats, that kills two birds with one stone:

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Timelies all!

Happy Birthday Aimee!

I just watched a video on CNN about a poor woman who had an awful reaction to some steroids she was prescribed and got this weird ass skin condition. This condition? (white-fonted for the squeamish):

fingernails are crowing where her hair grows!

WTF? That sounds like something out of Fringe, Season 1, no?

WHAT. Is that a weird-ass condition, or a weird condition on her ass skin? Just checking...

Not enough ew in the world.

ION, I'm seriously bummed about the loss of this awesome building. [link]

The site of a good bit of my misspent youth, and he history of alternative/punk Milwaukee. I'm pretty sure I spent prom night in some band studio or other here. Hec, you'd have loved the place I think - and not just because of this 1975 description: a "clubhouse for long-haired men and short-haired women".

ETA: here's how it looked back in the day. [link]

Jesse,

apparently her skin started producing 12 (or 1200) times what our skin cells produce and that's the result. Her skin cells are just out of control. Johns Hopkins can't figure it out.

Oooooh: [link] And now I'm going to dinner.

apparently her skin started producing 12 (or 1200) times what our skin cells produce and that's the result. Her skin cells are just out of control. Johns Hopkins can't figure it out.

Yikes!