That is the name of a real company in the US of A. It appears to be a Fox affiliate. Colour me amused.

Things in point form: (sort of *sheepish smile*)
-I heard Working Class Hero on the radio today. I almost never listen to the radio, but my best friend and I went shopping this morning and the CD wanted to be either too soft or too loud to talk over so I switched to the radio. The only rock station here is Q104, which plays classic rock with a few new tunes thrown in. (Hence why I no longer listen; I don't need to hear songs I've known since before I hit puberty every. damn. day.) Anyway, so when they *do* play a new song, they have this little intro with a snippet of the song playing behind the Radio Announcer Voice of Doom whose echoing tones introduce the title/artist. And then they play the song. So, we'd just pulled up to our last stop when I heard the VoD mention WCH and was like, ohhhhhh, don't get out of the car yet. Yeah. I totally made her sit there and listen to it with me. Hee. Mind you, she is also the person who explains to other passengers that when I turn up the "I've got soul but I'm not a soldier" portion of the Killers' All These Things... - regardless of whether it's in the middle of a convo or not - that said passengers shouldn't take it personally. Bwahahahaha.

-I love the WCH video. Tré looks amazing; after his scarcity in the IC teasers, it was a staggering amount of footage of him. Still not enough Mike, though. *pouts* But I liked how the focus was *not* the band nearly as much as the people from Darfur and their spoken stories. I love Bayer for focussing in on Billie's mouth for the "fucking peasants" line, so that it's clear what it's supposed to be since the F-word is of course faded out. And, in case anyone was wondering about my multitasking skills, yes I *can* cry and drool at the same time. :P

-I am frustrated with my too-long bangs (and have 2 more weeks to endure them), I need to re-dye my hair, and I feel vain and somewhat petty and superficial about that right now. As part of the Cancer Society's fund- and awareness-raising, there were four people at work who shaved their heads today. The one guy had near-shorn hair already - and has done it before - and two of the women also had very short hair. Michelle, the only one I actually knew, had hair a few inches longer than mine, past her shoulders. A rather large group of us managed to gather out by where they did it and there was something visceral and humbling about watching these great clumps drop to the floor. And shaming, really. Because on the one hand, it really is just hair. But on the other... We teased my supervisor that we should have taken up a collection to get her to shave hers off, and she said that it was her best feature so without it she'd have nothing. In response, I came out with, "It's an outward expression of my identity." It just plopped itself out there but it's true. My hair is the one physical thing that is in my total, immediate control. Yes, I have a personal clothing style but that's partially dependent upon what I can find that fits and on my limited budget. Like most, I have body issues, and even when I am working on getting myself into better health, etc., it is nowhere near immediate. But I can always do *something* with my hair. For a very brief moment, I was tempted for that to be shaving it off. Except that as much as I appreciate the cause, it's not a personal one per se, and without there being a fund drive or something, it wouldn't be a meaningful enough gesture for me. And I despise having short hair, too. But it did cross my mind, and the fact that it just kept going left me feeling rather shallow. I'm still going to buy hair dye tomorrow, though. *rueful smile*

-A certain fic series has had me running the gamut of emotions lately. I am bound so tightly to this universe, in part because my half of its pair of inhabitants has wrested so much of me to flesh himself out. All characters have bits of me in them - it's those bits that allow me to find them and write about them in the first place; they provide me with windows and other access points to the fictional psyche. But Saints!Billie is just...I don't even know how to explain it. He's taught me so, so much.

-The eljay stuff has consumed a lot of my time this week but I do still plan to do a write-up of my vacation. Though it's not going to be all that fascinating, but I want to do it for my own memory-ability at the very least. :-)

It's very warm and very humid today (after a jacket-required week, wtf) and I can feel the weight of the air in my chest. Hopefully it DOES mean that we'll have thunderstorms tonight though - I love me a good storm. :D

I trained one of the newbies at work yesterday on the Tigger Project (long story; it's a running in-joke name). I hadn't trained anyone on this particular task before, and while it's mind-numbingly simple once you know how to do it, it's composed of a fairly convoluted series of steps so it's not nearly as easy to learn it. I'm pleased at how well it seemed to go, especially since I'd printed out the instruction sheet on the shared drive - which I did not write - and after reading it, proceeded to ignore it entirely and teach her an efficient way to do it. Good God, it had so many extra steps! Silly.

Gonna work on my trip recap this weekend, among other things. Like finishing unpacking, lol. All I wanted to do last Sunday was sleep and this week's not been much better; it's always exhausting when my seasonal allergies kick in, until my body adapts to the constant barrage, and everything here and in New England burst into bloom/bud in the last couple of weeks so that's been way fun *snerk*.

I was checking to see if certain configurations of my name had disappeared from Google after I asked someone to take down some stuff from early fandom days before I knew not to attach the birth name to the username, and just for the hell of it I also googled "Tas". Did you know it's a nick for Anastasios? *giggles* The funnier part is that Anastasios (Tas) Venetsanopoulos was the Dean of the Faculty of Applied Science and Engineering at UofT - y'know, from whence I graduated (school, not that faculty). Hee. There is also a little chain of Turkish Tas Restaurants in London! I am amused. Also amusing was the number of TA-related documents that popped up.

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Lastly, snagged from a variety of people on my f-list:

Name one character from any fandom I know and I will give you at least three facts about them from my personal canon.

It's sort of fic-related, but also not. If you name someone about whom I've written fic, though, please also mention which story as the characters are not necessarily the same nor do they have the same canon. Characters I haven't written but that I do actually know are fine, too. :-)