March 15th, 2006

your mountain is waiting

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So, it's funny, scrollgirl just yesterday did that icon meme which includes the questions "How many icons do you have total?" and "If you could buy space for more, would you?" and this morning my flist is abuzz with Loyalty Userpics.
Loyalty Userpics are extra userpics awarded to users as a reward for their paid account history with the site. You recieve one userpic for every three months of paid time you've bought for your account, and one userpic for every continuous 12 months of paid time your account has held. This is in addition to the minimum number of userpics allotted to your account.

Gifts of paid time from other users also count towards your Loyalty Userpic count. Additionally, permanent account holders will always have the maximum amount of Loyalty Userpics offered to date; currently, this is 32 userpics.

These userpics will be active as long as you have a Paid Account. When your Paid Account expires, your Loyalty Userpics will be marked as inactive. Loyalty Userpics are added to your account as soon as you purchase paid time.

For example, if you buy twelve months of paid time, you will receive five Loyalty Userpics: four for each three-month interval, as well as one for the entire twelve-month interval.

If you buy six months of paid time, you will receive two Loyalty Userpics; if you purchase another six months of paid time before the previous amount expires, you will receive three more Loyalty Userpics (two for the three-month intervals, and one because you will have held a paid account for a twelve-month period.)

Loyalty Userpic amounts are cumulative, and will never decrease, even if your paid account expires. When you renew your paid account, you will have the same amount of Loyalty Userpics as you had before, along with any additional userpics you earn from your purchase.
Edit: news posted with further info (plus new holiday gift options; bets on the popularity of virtual beer over virtual chocolate?) at 11:44am PST.
anime night

It's spitting snow.

I'd been hearing snow was predicted for Friday, so I was surprised to see on the flist this morning Laura saying it was snowing outside. Apparently it's begun reaching over here.

Edit: Amanda came back from erranding around 2:09 and called it a blizzard outside. The snow was certainly heavier than it was when I posted, though I wouldn't call it "blizzard," and it was definitely still very windy. I glanced out the window just now, though (2:16) and it's cleared up now -- stopped precipitating and even clouds dispersed.
dance of joy [kibarika]

UnitHead wins at LIFE!

So, I have Firefly fanmade calendar pages up on the wall by my desk. UnitHead comes over (after signing yet another batch of reimbursements -- "It's good to be loved," he quipped) and says, "Did you see the show, or just the movie?"
"Oh I saw the show when it first aired. Hardcore. Saw Buffy and Angel when they first aired, saw the second of the Boston advance screenings of the movie..."
"Oh you are hardcore."
"I'm watching the show now, not going to see the movie until I've finished the show."
"Which is as it should be."
"That's what people tell me. I'm really enjoying the show."
"I'm glad." *tries not to die of fangirlness*

Sidenote: Florian brought back chocolate from his European trip and shared.
     mini-mozartkugel ... I kid you not.
hermione by oatmilk

tv listings are dumb
Air Date: 3/15/06 (WEDNESDAY)
Time Slot: 8:00 PM-9:00 PM EST on FOX

Dude, that is the stupidest way to list a time.  Way to make me think it was 9pm.

Later it says "episode of BONES airing Wednesday, March 15 (8:00-9:00 PM ET/PT) on FOX," which is clearer I suppose.

I'm so used to hearing stuff like "nine, eight Central" that I just assume the later time is the Eastern time.  Yeah yeah, assumptions are bad.  (And in fact I usually actually check somewhat compulsively to make sure I have it right.)  Still miffed.  I made it home in 10 minutes, rock on.  And it's not like I was dying to see this or anything; I mean, it would have felt a touch like overkill to actually bother taping it (esp. since I'm having company these coming weekends) but since I thought I'd be home for it.  Okay, this is me moving on now.
hermione by oatmilk

"if you drive, out of range..."

Internet wisdom from my mom:

* Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.

* Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of  me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me alone.

I forgot to mention yesterday, leaving HBS... it was so very much spring ... I was actually loving the weather (and it was still light out when I walked to the train) ... high close to 60, like the weather welcomes you outside.

Today the predicted highs were close to 40, so I brought back my coat and was fine.  Yes, it was windy.  I'm a weather kind of person, though.

Waiting for the Commuter Rail this morning, one of the women from last week's Beginnings said hello.  Beth.  I almost entirely didn't remember her, but I did remember her tonight and we actually chatted a lot (she lived for ~10 years in Allston; and over dinner she was talking about her 4-year-old son who has multiple food allergies -- eggs, dairy, beef, pork, peanuts -- and how at his last birthday party she tried to get a no-egg, no-dairy cake and the place could do one but not the other and of course I jumped in with mention of my mom's delicious incidentally-vegan chocolate cake).

On the commuter rail this morning, SecondAnnoyingLady was talking about a friend of hers was planning on adopting and then held her sister's two-week old and realized "I don't wanna do this; this is gonna sound awful, but I don't wanna hold him anymore."  Said friend apparently was very driven and if she wanted something, she got it, and she felt like "I don't need a man to have a child," but she realized that this child was gonna need total care and maybe she would need help of some kind and she wasn't ready to make that kind of sacrifice.  I loved this story, 'cause it frustrates me that the cultural expectation is that everyone should have children and there isn't always thoughtfulness about the kind of commitment that's required and how that's not right for everybody.

Walking down to the Red Line this morning, a woman in front of me had there daffodils sticking out of her outermost backpack pocket.

Coming up to Memorial Drive to cross the bridge, I heard a "thunk" like a crash ... saw a car almost out of the intersection, stopped, trunk open.  No collision apparent.

2:42pm: UnitHead comes in and cracks, "Good morning."  (He was at Littauer all day.)

Leaving Beginnings tonight [which was underwhelming, but that's another entry] Pastor Hamilton commented to me on the last e-mail I sent him (we've been discussing, among other things, the Law in the Old Testament) and said I was "wise beyond [my] years."  I was reminded of LizCarr but it means a touch more coming from him.  We talked a bit (and I got yet more to read) and then of course I rushed home, as previously mentioned, but at least I didn't leave early.

lunabee34 and I have been talking about C.S.Lewis and she mentioned A Grief Observed.  I know almost nothing about it, so I asked my mom (hey, it's about grief, right?) and this got us talking about Surprised by Joy and I mentioned how I was almost in tears and how when I was raging about it Emma said she had never seen me that angry.  My mom mentioned The Old Man and the Sea, which I had completely forgotten about.  Hemingway's classic, my maternal grandfather loved it, yadda yadda, so I read The Old Man and the Sea on my own.  Absolutely tearful raged at the end.  (Looking back, I suspect I would appreciate the story a lot more if I read it now.)  I recently recalled my hatred of John Steinbeck's The Pearl because I was talking about the pearl of great price story, but I'd forgotten about that trio of books I loathed.  The Pearl was 9th grade, The Old Man and the Sea was around that time, and 10th grade was the book I for years didn't even wanna reread because I treasured that burning stone of intense hatred (I couldn't even remember why I hated it so much).  I actually forgot the name of it, though.  I love that the search string depressing sled into tree classic novel gets me as a third item (second item if we don't count sub-items) "Free Barron's BookNotes for Ethan Frome."  I actually used to think of that book often because I so often say that I love stories that rip my heart out and stomp on it, and Ethan Frome is right up there for crushingly depressing endings and yet I hate hate hated it.  I suspect it felt gratuitous and more like stomping than that visceral feeling I so love.  I wonder if perhaps one day I should reread these books.

[Lent: day 15/40]

The Sacraments

I once spoke to my friend, an old squirrel, about the Sacraments---
he got so excited

and ran into a hollow in his tree and came
back holding some acorns, an owl feather,
and a ribbon he had found.

And I just smiled and said, "Yes, dear,
you understand:

Everything imparts
His grace."
by St. Francis of Assisi; in Love Poems from God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West, ed. Daniel Ladinsky, p. 53