Went over housing prefs for the move to the new building, happening in the next year. I only request a window and to share with someone from another branch, not my own. There's actually a logic to this beyond me knowing I could survive sharing with my branchmates, but I would find some a bit annoying. So not just cranky me. One, gets good scuttlebutt. But more: If I have to leave behind my awesome IT sysadmin for my systems, at least give me dev or test for them. I can actually see a lot of good coming from it, not just for day to day, but my 'career.'

It'd do more for actual integration & test than the I&T branch accomplishes.

I spent the day at the Crystal Bridges Art Museum, bouncing from exhibit to exhibit and taking a guided tour. Despite having worked on an Art Education program as the only person on the development team with a fine art degree, a lot of the works were unfamiliar to me and there were a lot of pleasant discoveries. I also got to see some old favorites by Maxfield Parrish and Norman Rockwell in person, as well as spending a lot of time gazing at the Georgia O'Keeffe painting that prompted my visit.

I bought a big print of that last to hang in my bathroom where there's some unsightly brickwork. But at least I talked myself down from a beautiful table lamb with a reproduction of The Lantern Bearers as an oval shade by asking myself how much I'd love it with Molly peeking out through the holes she'd have torn in it.

Driving out of and back into Eureka Springs via the western route was a thrilling adventure in its own right. The Ozark Mountains are beautiful, but the roads are like a roller coaster built from blueprints hand-drawn by Katharine Hepburn. I got a good idea of what living inside a snow globe would be like thanks to all the loose maps and papers in my car, and found out that while I enjoy "Don't You Want Me Baby?" "Crazy On You," and "Cecelia" individually, they don't make for a good mash-up.

Matt, Maxfield Parrish is one of my favorite artists! And that O'Keefe is gorgeous.

Three cats, and I'm the one chasing the big ol' bug racing across the floor. Earn your keep, you fuzzy layabouts!

Wow. On average, all year, Seattle has 3 days over 90. That's why we don't have A/C. This year, we've still got two months of summer left (September is summer for us too usually), and we've already broken a record for the most days over 90 (10 days). Oh dear.

Oof. Anna and I have reached the point in our dating where we get drunk and cry in each other's arms about our respective depressions.

eta: The night ended on a good note, with both of us doing cat impressions.

I used to have a Costco sized bag of turkey jerky on the counter.

I just totally got double teamed by Bubba and Charlie.

These two things are related, and now I don't have any more jerky.

When I lived in San Francisco I was disappointed that Bush St. and Beaver St. do not intersect.

Yes, but you can live up Uranus (St.)

Hey, Brenda, where is your cabin, again?

I think I'm drunk facebooking. Hello, whiskey!

Possibly the solution to drunk facebooking is not drunk b.org posting.