Thanks y'all. Off to property management to pick up "the list". Go home, put on my gi, then go to the dojo and kick/punch things for an hour.

Maybe after that I'll be ready to deal.

Since I am self-taught in HTML and CSS and often feel like an imposter when designing websites, this is makes *me* feel better, anyway.

The problem is that our developers are not just not designers, they have little idea what designers can do. So they'll go way down non-productive paths and try and fix them with the wrong tools, when it really was better suited to something client side. Hell, until I started pestering, they didn't even acknowledge that there were designers writing front end web apps (jquery interfacing with spreadsheets--their mantra is "Well, give it to us in a JSON object. we'll work out how to make it pretty.")

Man, my headache is making my vision space (why has my manager delayed the meeting until 4:30???) and I thought you were asking about ninja socks, Jilli. Not that those aren't cool, just...not your wheelhouse, so to speak.

Ninja socks, while nifty, are not my thing, no.

I want ninja socks.

Ninja socks! [link]

Timelies all!

Sorry about the bugs, Suzi.

Is it so hard to make a device that will disintegrate any living thing smaller than a kitten in a house-sized space while leaving anything larger completely unharmed?

I'm trying to wrap my mind around the socks that just say NINJA on them.

I knew a guy who had VEGAN tattooed on him like that, but bolder. We used to hang out in a gang of four, and since him and his GF were, well, dietarily restricted, we'd eat at the vegan common denominator, instead of places which had vegan options (this is LA. Those are around too.

They're the kind of people who suggest we go for dinner at the raw food place before going to the peak oil movie.

When they broke up, she went back to carnivore, which bugged the fuck out of me, because--bending over backward to not just accommodate, but indulge their dietary choices, and she didn't even have the weight of her conviction behind it.

She's now teaching sex, now that I think about our last contact. Mmm. Sex.

Tabi socks are just 3 steps away from Vibram hell.

There was a release last weekend for the platform I'm primary on. It was a reasonably high-profile one, designed to regain business confidence in our department. I wasn't officially on the release,, since I have my own project.

This week is dealing-with-fallout week. We have a back button that replaces the first link on the body of any page, no matter where or what that link was as well as a couple other issues.

I am not entirely sure how a fix that's supposed to remove a button *entirely* but ends up placing the back button randomly on the page instead gets through three layers of testing.

I'm still the face of the app--the business doesn't officially know I didn't run this release--but I can't look them in the virtual eye when we did something so stupid.

Ugh. Head hurts. Want to hibernate. But even if the work day were over, it doesn't seem the gardening day is.

Tabi socks are just 3 steps away from Vibram hell.

Tim's brother and SiL got their 3 kids (ages 14, 16, and 21) Vibrams for Christmas, and they all wore them when we took them to the movies. I could not stop staring at their feet!

She's teaching sex? How does one teach sex?

I have shoes made by vibram, which I like, but they are not toe shoes. They just have the flexible sole and wide forefoot without...individual toes.