Ugh, your poor sister, Consuela.

Jesus, that's terrifying.

I'm glad she's ok.

I hate online only meetings. The quality of the VOIP is such that the sound quality is crap, less communicating actually gets done and half the time, you can't tell whose there and someone always forgets to mute themselves.

Don't get me wrong, I think it is great to be able to include people who are not on-site. It's helpful that way. But it simply does not replace the actual physical face to face. And how the fuck am I supposed to participate as people waltz through my office to work with my officemate?

Consuela: yikes!

I must investigate bacon jerky as a potential source of snacky protein. Since I'd dismissed the jerky world as closed to me for its mainly-cow-based nature....

Hm, I'm not sure I find the idea of tough chewy bacon all that appealing. Bacon should be crisp and crunchy.

ION, neither Facebook nor Feedly are willing to load this morning so I have nothing to read. I guess I should do some work?

[Argh, Gmail is broken too! Come on Chrome, don't be like this.]

When I was a kid, we brought freeze-dried bacon camping. It was OK! Good for PB&B sandwiches.

Bacon jerky sounds like something I should keep in my emergency kit with the shelf-stable cream. Because if there's a natural disaster, fancy breakfasts with plenty of fat will help.

And for when I run out of bacon but can't get to the store.

I kind of prefer my bacon chewy to crisp anyhow.

I was voting for no one's sister's car to be winged in a drive by (is the bullet in the car, or did it ricochet or...not trough and through, I'm assuming. I'd find a way to never drive there again. I'm so glad she's okay! Statistically speaking, I might have expected my sister to be the winged.

amych, your father puts the cray into amazing (I recognise the limitations in how I used that construction). That's so fucking inspiring! Every time I think I'm too old to make a radical change, I will think of your father putting the lie to old dogs and new tricks.

My father has been assiduously keeping himself occupied--he's having everything in his body fixed (or it all waited until retirement to break), and he's trying to stay socially active. If he were 30-40 years younger, he'd be all over the comment sections. As it is, he's still writing letters to the editor with abandon, and since we're Jamaican that's a thriving microcosm, and I think he's won two awards and done guest editorialising (officially) as a result. I am clearly following his footsteps by having my silly post ganked by IO9 and put on their first page. Then again, I could have said something useful. No one to blame but me.

What kind of law falls under the umbrella of public interest?

So...me. I came to the ER Tuesday evening, spent a couple hours in the waiting room sobbing, feeling humiliation on top of everything else--I feel like I'm not doing the weekly windows right. Which--I know. But I still do.

So I went home and came back at 1:30 or so. I got a bed fast, but about 4 hours lying in the cold bright hallway until a doctor showed up. Luckily not one I knew--there is one shooting me dirty looks every time she goes past, and she asked me what I wanted (1 dose of 4) and if she could split it. I asked her not to, and...she didn't.

This isn't going to vanquish the pain, but it will get me back on the workhorse.

After the doctor, a nurse came by and asked me to wear a gown instead of my button down. This makes accessing the port harder, but I'm in no argue with meatspace frame right now, and if I'd reacted it would have been disproportionate and risk me not getting anything at all.

Nurse disappeared after I came back from changing, so still cold bright and hurt. But then the Brazilian nurse walked by, tched at me not having the port in (she'd exclaimed upon seeing me earlier, but we hadn't spoken), and accessed it herself, which magically summoned my actual nurse.

And then once she'd expertly tapped my cath, she disappears and comes back with a double fistful of graham crackers and some fruit juice, and it made my crying of earlier seem stupid, but...I'm a fragile flower right now, and I'm apologising to no one. Just thanking her.

Sara, when you say voip only, is the sound being transmitted to your computer and not using phones? Conference calls are about 60-70% of my meetings, and I much prefer them, when I'm being diligent. But I work from home twice a week, some of our developers are in Minnesota, others are in India, so the default is to set up a Lifemeeting and a call.

Still want to shoot people who don't know what the mute buttons do.

Wow, I can't remember what was the start of the conversation I just had with the guy that measures life signs. Still, he's new and young enough to be impressed by my "I built this city" stories.

If there is no hint of an additional dose, I want to go home. Take two meetings, and then off for the afternoon. I hope.

What kind of law falls under the umbrella of public interest?

All subjects. It's more defined by who employs you - lots of gov't jobs would be considered public interest (but prosecutor, no; public defender, yes) as would jobs with NGOs or other non-profits.

What the law-literate lady said! Public interest law guide from Harvard; it's mostly about do-gooder orientation rather than specific subjects, but dad is interested in a bunch of areas around human rights, civil rights, immigration & refugee issues, economic justice. Basically, he's a big ol' idealistic hippie workaholic, and we loves him for it.