Mortaine’s Blog

Memes are like the flu on LiveJournal. This one is going around; I seem to have caught it.

Well, I came back to work this morning, found an invoice on my chair for services that were rendered and approved back in February. This is the most outside-contracter-unfriendly company I’ve ever worked with, I swear. Anyway, straightened that out, came back, sat down, and realized I’d forgotten my password.

Again.

I’m prompted by this stupid system to change my password every 2 weeks “Your password will expire in 14 days. Change it now?” Um, no. I changed it 14 days ago, dork!

What this results in is me changing my password frequently (not a bad thing), and saving it in my Palm Passwords program (written by my second crush, Ben Gottlieb, over at Standalone Software). I use randomly generated passwords, so I end up learning my password just about when it’s set to expire.

Unfortunately, I tried to switch to the Clie last night, backing up all my data from my Palm IIIc and then using the MacOSX Palm tools with iSync to restore them to the Clie.

It did not work.

I got my apps installed, but no data transferred, at least nothing important. Like my date book data. Or my address book.

Or my passwords.

Argh! All of my passwords– gone! They’re on backup, sure. But…. gah! I tried logging in this morning, with no idea what my password was. So, yeah– I needed to call IT and have them reset my password.

Booger.

Anyway, aside from the password fiasco, things look okay here at work today. I’ve got an identifiable task to complete by the end of this week.

ATTENTION, LOCAL FRIENDS: I am thinking of starting a smallish folk music jam group on some likely weeknight, like Tuesdays. Any of my musical friends from San Jose interested? Celtic, bluegrass, old-timey, folk musicy, just jammin’ kind of thing. Don’t have to be great or even all that good to come play– we’re talking simple tunes that we play over and over about 5 times in one run so that everyone gets a chance to join in and try.

Amusingly, I’m interested in starting it, but would need someone else to host, cause I live all the way down in Scotts Valley and nobody’s gonna drive that far on a weeknight. So what do I bring? Well, I’ve got books of American and Celtic folk music, I can play 8 different instruments (at varying levels of inability) and I can transcribe/arrange music as needed (though I can’t do guitar tab, and my lute tab ability is weak at the present).

posted a series of questions in her journal, for people to write about.

I had had several crushes and a couple of “boyfriends” but my first serious crush was a boy named Alex Thiersch, in 4th grade. Alex was a year younger than me, but we had combined 3/4 grades in my school, and I was in the same homeroom with him.

Alex, Jeff Boecher, and Patrick McMahon (edited cause I remembered. He lived on my street.) were best friends and went everywhere together. Jeff went out with my friend Maria for a while– he was definitely the school heartthrob. Blond, always tan, athletic– wow. And in a kid under the age of 13, too. Pat was a good kid, but no one remembered him all that much.

Alex had brown hair and was good looking in a not-too-good-looking way. I have always gone for the second-best looking man in the room (don’t tell my husband that– he’s really a cutie!).

My best friend, Alexis, and I both mooned and crushed over Alex until our hearts broke. Mine broke rather spectacularly one day during homeroom when he called me “a jerk.” I can’t exactly say why this time it sunk in– he didn’t like me!– but it did. It worked. I was heartbroken and wanted to hate him, but I also got the hint.

I have no idea when Alexis’ heart broke, or if it ever did, but she got over him sometime around the point where we went to Jr. High School.

Well, on my sick day, I painted the wall that the fireplace is on, chatted online with the #lj_support folks, and answered/approved some requests on the board.

I also took a 2+ hour nap after lunch. Oh, goodness, I needed that. For one thing, my stomach is no longer feeling weird.