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[active_apathy]

You must go and join lesslikeyou's new recipe comm, swap_recipes. Stalkers, that goes for you too, even if you can't cook - for with recipes, you may yet learn.

On Tuesdays, I leave home at 7:30. I get home at 10:00. Ante and post meridiem, respectively. You could almost be forgiven for calling the day...

long.

And so, it came to pass that I've reexamined my caffeine options (since Fruity Oaty Bars are hard to find). Apparently, the campus café charges 50c extra for a double shot. 50c! All, however, is not lost, for I have found a Vendor of Jolt. Yay Jolt.

In book news, I'll be making an apathy_books post or two tomorrow, because I've been terribly disorganised about webstuff for nearly a week now. Additionally, I have a new book - Niccolò Machiavelli's The Prince. Which, I'm sure, some netfolk would like to rename 'OMG teh PrinXorZ!'

It will, I think, be the second-cheapest book I buy all year, at a lofty $9. It's been beaten, thus far, by the $2 citation style guide for my educational institution.

Which neatly brings me to the day's classes!

Today's foray into learning of the Information Industry led to a long and circuitous argument over exactly what constitutes 'print'. Oh well. This happens sometimes, apparently in conjunction with it being a four-hour class (!).

This contrasts with my class on multimedia Stuff™, which today I'll call 'Electrofried Redux', mostly since the homework for this week was to find out what to do for someone who gets electrofried. This goes right back to last week's sage advice:

Don't. Get. Electrofried.

We also learned of CDs and overhead projectors. Most of the stuff on CDs was the teacher poking fun at the textbook, since everyone, these days, knows what to do with a CD. Most of the stuff on OHPs was pulling one to bits, putting it back together, focusing it and discussing the relative merits of pen trays on projectors.

Still! To borrow from Empire,

I want them alive. No electrofryings!

Once again, swap_recipes. Or else.

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[eighthcloud.livejournal.com]

Yes! Join [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]! Or Mal will end you!

If someone were to become electrofried around me, all I'd know to do is DO NOT TOUCH THEM DEAR GOD DON'T TOUCH THEM until they've stopped twitching. And to call 911. But that's pretty much it.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Yes! If you join swap_recipes, you can imagine Nathan Fillion cooking in a dress and a floral bonnet!

That's mostly it anyway.

[mrpyro.livejournal.com]

The only other thing that I can remember is to switch off the power to the elecrofrying device, since it's quite common for the person to stay in contact with it, because their muscles contract which can lead to them tightly gripping the source of current.

Incidentally, any time you are touching something that may be live, you should use the backs of your fingers: this way when the muscles contract they pull your fingers away and quickly break the connection.

[deepfishy.livejournal.com]

Mmm, recipes... Just made a divine chocolate and zucchini cake, so will post tomorrow. But now: sleep!

And hooray for good ole Niccolo :).

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Yay chocolate!

And yay Machiavelli.

[eighthcloud.livejournal.com]

::nods:: I was thinking more of a "downed wire in a field" scenario, but that makes sense to unplug things.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

There's not many downed high-voltage paddock wire thingies in libraries. :)

[eighthcloud.livejournal.com]

Just goes to show you where my brain goes when I let it loose: off in a field with fun zappy games.

[theshadowlurker.livejournal.com]

Oh God, during marching season on Tuesdays I left for school at 6:30, went to ATYP directly after school, ate dinner in the car, and then had marching band until 8:00 or later depending on whether or not our band director felt like letting us out on time. Then I baisically did homework until I went to sleep.

...

SO. In conclusion to this pointless comment, long days are teh suxx0rz.

[salzara-tirwen.livejournal.com]

There are caffeinated fruityoatybars? Or do I misread you?

Hey, can you exercise your Mystical Librarian Superpowers and tell me where my firefly dvds are hiding?

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes they are. I have three long days, and a fourth that both starts and finishes late.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

There are no Fruity Oaty Bars, though there really should be.

Ummm... not just yet. Maybe if you try Google Lifesearch?

[salzara-tirwen.livejournal.com]

I meant fruityoatybars generically not with capital letters, although all the ones I've tried taste like preservatives.

And Google Maps doesn't have that level of resolution where I live. :(

[deepfishy.livejournal.com]

Or maybe I meant the other tomorrow. The one where I'm not busy eating cake (because it's gone...). The one in which I work out preparation times and whether I'm slow because I'm in no hurry, or slow because I'm a zucchini-grating n00b.

But there shall be cake. Chocolate cake. And brownies! And maybe even blackberry ice cream.


Also, RPG plot? We seem to have stalled at breakfast.

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Yes, my bad, I mean to fix that. I wasn't planning on the fifteen-hour days of hedgomelty. *offers apologetic hugging*

[deepfishy.livejournal.com]

*is hugged*

I look forward to seeing what troubles interesting times await us :).

Hedgomelty. Is that like an electrofried hedgehog?

[active-apathy.livejournal.com]

Not so much. It's like a head that goes melty.

Bonus points for using 'electrofry', though.

[deepfishy.livejournal.com]

Oh...Oh! Hedgomelty. *facepalm*

(Yay, bonus points! I shall spend them wisely)