Twin Siblings of Different Parents

It's official. My clone has seen fit to claim kinship, even though we were born on different days, in different countries.
My lords and ladies, pray attend!
Mes dames et messieurs, votre attention s'il vous plait!
Mein Herren und Damen, ihre Aufmerksamkeit bitte!
No, i've never been mistaken for an SCA herald. No. Not me. Must be someone else. Well, not more than a few times, anyway. *attempts to look innocent and fails abysmally.*
May it be known to the assembled and virtual masses that lysana, a denizen of a place known roughly as "the Bay Area" in California, has been officially determined to be my clone and sister.
It is as yet unclear how this happened, but speculations are that it involved a mad scientist in Vladivostok (which is probably the closest town to the midpoint between where we were born), although rumours that his name was Лазарус Лонг are considered wildly without confirmation.

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Remember the useless file reports i was complaining about Monday? We started getting a new build yesterday afternoon, so that whole cycle started all over. I figured it out today. It takes roughly six hours to generate all the data in the report and compile it. Invariably my boss has something he wants added to it, or wants it done differently for the next release. So, it's about 4:30, and aside from time spent in meetings (themselves a waste of time, but that's an entirely different rant), i've been at this all day. Sure is a productive way for a software tester to "focus on finding top quality bugs," isn't it?
Bah!
I want a new job. Please?
Fortunately, it's almost time to escape across Lake Washington for non-work related conversation with adults. Yaaaay!

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Back from weekly coffee, and i'll be brief for once, mainly because i'm tired and have to deal with work again tomorrow.
The day dawned soft and grey as the underfeathers of a mourning dove, but, unfortunately, didn't stay that way too long. By noon the sun had burned off the clouds and it got hot. At six o'clock, it was still above eighty degrees. Fortunately, as the sun goes down, it cools off.
Some interesting conversations with they usual suspects- i'll mention them in chronological order of encountering them (well, the ones who are LJified, anyway)-Alan, Heather, Mike, Sarah (sarmonster), Victoria, Jason, Phil (who is becoming much less like the mist), Amber, Ivy, Sarah (mediavore), Julie and Martyn. Any night which features conversations running from Tisha b'Av to the Principia Discordia and to watching a majestic sunrise in a wheatfield while drinking merlot somewhere in Idaho is a truly wonderous thing. For those of you who weren't there, these were three separate conversations each with its own cast of participants
Seems like an inordinate number of people are going through some sort of tsuris presently, mostly emotional, largely centred around relationships. I've been listening to the Seven Nations album Big Dog for the last few days, and the chorus of oneof the songs on it seems fitting as a message to you all:
Our day will come...
To break these chains
And fly away...."
I think i'm going to share another piece of my poetry with you all shortly- probably "Sculpted." Consider yourselves warned.