May I add my voice to the chorus of requests for Jobma? I've put in an application for the job at the school where I'm on placement just now. If there is ANY justice I should get it, 'cause I'm all enthusiastic and smart and kid-liking hard-working and generally a Damned Good Choice. And I live on the street next to the school. And, and, and...and there are other, better qualified applicants who also want the job, damn them. But it must and shall be mine! Maybe. Hopefully.

....jobma? please?

In an hour, the Supershuttle will be (or, damn well better be!) picking me up to take me to the airport to start my long long flights to Korea! I'll be there for a week and a half, and have no idea what kind of internet access I'll have...

In a fit of greater-than-usual klutziness, I managed to completely fry my laptop last night. So until I manage to build something that works out of duct tape and baling wire, I'll be around while at work, but even grayer than usual evenings and weekends.

Jobma worked. I signed a contract Friday.

Whew!

The DH is being recommended for a face-to-face interview with a nice, small company with lots of generous angels (no venture capital!) backing it and a hiring manager who is friends with one of my sweeties. It's the same one I mentioned earlier this week. They actually called him on a Sunday for an unannounced phone interview because they're too busy on weekdays. Please send jobma. Thank you.

A quickie, almost-certain-confirmation update, for those planning on doing my book launch week of events for The Weaver and the Factory Maid, or any part thereof:

Just talked to St. Martin's, and they want Weaver for the Christmas market. This only affects the original projected timetable by about ten days; official release date is 1 December, with general availability being 5 November. Since I was planning on doing the launch party late October, there's not a huge difference there.

But please do let me know, if you want to be kept up on scheduled events and the big old party we're planning to throw to celebrate the launch. And let me know, if you're coming to San Francisco for the launch (or any other reason!), if you need a bed for the trip. Profile mail is fine.

Friday, I fried my laptop in a moisture-related incident, yanked the power supply and battery to keep anything from shorting out further, disassembled the whole thing and turned it over to let it dry out as best I could.

Saturday, I put things back together, pushed the button, and got a few clicks and pops and then the Ozone Smell of Doom. Proceeded to raid S.'s and my combined stash of dead technology to start building a new machine, purchased a widget to interface between the possibly-still-usable hard drive and some computer to be named later.

Sunday, I -- well, mostly S., to be honest -- finished assembling the computer to be named later.

Today, I tried the widgeted hard drive in its fourth uncooperative computer, and concluded it was dead, cried a bit, and held a naming contest in my LJ for the computer to be named later, complete with pastiche of psychoanalytic literary theory.

Tonight, I got home, set up the computer to be named any day now, and decided on a whim to hit the button on the late lamented laptop. And lo, a host of angels sang... or, anyway, the little green light came on. With a message that it wasn't recognizing the hard drive.

Rebooted, and here I am, back where I was, except for the fact that I can't make parens or exclamation points, which could make programming rather challenging....

I'm still taking naming suggestions, as the computer to be named later is going to do some crucial backup work now, and may still have some freakish zomboidal life ahead of it.

Buffista jobma rules. The DH has a face-to-face interview tomorrow at 11 AM Pacific time. This is the farthest he's gotten in his job searching since he lost his job a year ago. Thank you kindly for the jobma so far. Please send more. The VP of business development liked him. The hiring manager has heard glowing comments about him already. But we all know that doesn't get him past all the hurdles.

Amych, Check in Buffistechnology.

It's a party!

We're doing an update of an old tradition at Chez Grabien in San Francisco: the annual (sort of) Summer Babies BBQ and General Whoopie Getdown outdoor party, now new and improved with Buffistas!

Right now, we're setting this up for the weekend of August 1 - 3, with the party in the afternoon of Saturday, 2 August. General invites are offered to anyone who wants to attend: So far, NoiseDesign and Perkins have grabbed bunk space at our house, Aimee and Monsieur Miracleman will come and share their wedding anniversary with guests among the ribs and chicken and fish and salad and burgers and desserts and thangs, Beth B and Matt are up for it, and JavaCat, and Hec.....we have seating and a big gas grill and masses of chairs and, well, we've done this before.

So, RSVP, m'dears. There will be food for miles, and drink, and generally a damned good time in Fog City. If you've got a kid, feel free to bring him/her/them, no money required, and all I ask is that you RSVP in a timely fashion (I'll need to get food together) and remember that if you're coming in from elsewhere and need a bunk for the night, you'll need to coordinate with other Buffistas, or else call the Carl Hotel (Stanyon and Carl, walkable to Chez Grabien, very reasonable rates for SF and right in the Haight), or ping me and I'll hook you up.

Profile email is good. We have a month, so talk amongst yourselves and RSVP. Discussion ongoing in F2F.