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Aug. 29th, 2005 10:16 pmI am pleased and flattered to see that a few people have friended me recently - hello, nice to meet you! - and the anonymous love meme was another thing that was, um, love. I never knew I had so many friends.
Actually, I suppose I'm still a little bit stuck in the new-girl-at-school mindset; I didn't have many friends growing up and didn't notice the change because it happened so insiduously. So, in danger of sounding somewhat drunk (one glass of white wine, true, but it is not responsible for this), I'd just like to say I love you people. Really, honestly do.
Other than this, I have been a little bit blue. Rhiannon left on Saturday afternoon, and since then my mother has been cooking relentlessly for something or other she's hosting tomorrow, and Mani came and went. Mani is my oldest friend, the one with the dying and dead goldfish (they're dead; the family now have a border collie), and she was here less than twenty-four hours. Still, that gave us time to bitch about A-level Chemistry, run around like idiots on the beach trying to jump to the top of the signs, fight over my pillows, squee over![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
shoebox_project, tease Kartik - her younger brother; I have bullied him since the literal minute he was born - about the fact he is now six feet tall and apparently has a girlfriend, and finally promise to eat each other's food next year.
Ah, the delights of old friends. Her mother and mine are both sobbing quietly that as of next year, all five of the toddlers who went to the Unofficial Spital Playgroup will be university students. As I informed them earlier, it is sadly no longer 1990. I'm interested to note that I do remember 1990. At least, I remember being woken just before midnight on New Year's Eve and being taken out into Chittaranjan Park, and it being surprisingly cold for Delhi. I also remember my fourth birthday, which must have been three weeks later. Before that it all goes a bit fuzzy.
After that small aside, I'd rather talk about 2005 again, where I have decided to read more. My to-read list was getting silly, so I have finished Strange Poison and Gaudy Night. They were both good, but the latter particularly. As I was told by so many people, it's set in Oxford and the setting is richly described. Lord Peter Wimsey went to Balliol, which makes me happy, and it would appear that the fictitious college Shrewsbury is on top of Balliol's cricket ground.
But to be honest, I have only one thing to say concerning the novel, and that is this. If anyone ever proposes to me, they had better phrase it, "Placetne, magistra?"
[I will admit my inner Latin geek went into overdrive. It's not too difficult, thankfully.]
Next on the list is Tom Holt, as I still have one of Jane's books unread, and I want to reread the Targets. Particularly The Invasion of Time, partly because of the brilliance of the Time Lord Andred helping Leela decide what to wear, but mainly because of this:
"The Doctor smiled and seemed to relax. Suddenly, Borusa saw not a power-mad traitor, but the Doctor he had always known, the pupil whose impudent charm had so often brought an unwilling smile to his face."
I just think it's cute. It is cute. It summons up cute mental imagery. I want to re-read it and The Deadly Assassin for Gallifrey canon, just so's I can write university Doctor/Master/Rani. The problem is, of course, names. The Doctor is Theta Sigma, and I can probably get away with "Koschei" for the Master. But as far as I know, the Rani doesn't have any other name, and I find it hard to believe the trio were using their ostentatious titles when they were quite that young. Sigh. Dilemmas.
On that note, the fic-writing front is not that wonderful. All the fics I had on the go have keeled over and died. All I'm currently writing is a very brief girl!Doctor snippet, that is fun but not particularly meaty. Talking of which, other people have been writing her as well as me.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
doyle_sb4 wrote what happens when Four and Romana II meet girl!Doctor, and amchau wrote me this drabble, chronicling the inevitable problem facing a newly female Time Lord: ( hee! )
[amchau - if you want me to take this down, tell me and I will do so with pleasure.] I now really want to see what would happen if the Brigadier met girl!Doctor.
Anyway, blah blah blah I am boring. My next entry will probably have reviews of the next books I read, which are all Short Trips anthologies. They, too, are love.
I should go to bed.
Actually, I suppose I'm still a little bit stuck in the new-girl-at-school mindset; I didn't have many friends growing up and didn't notice the change because it happened so insiduously. So, in danger of sounding somewhat drunk (one glass of white wine, true, but it is not responsible for this), I'd just like to say I love you people. Really, honestly do.
Other than this, I have been a little bit blue. Rhiannon left on Saturday afternoon, and since then my mother has been cooking relentlessly for something or other she's hosting tomorrow, and Mani came and went. Mani is my oldest friend, the one with the dying and dead goldfish (they're dead; the family now have a border collie), and she was here less than twenty-four hours. Still, that gave us time to bitch about A-level Chemistry, run around like idiots on the beach trying to jump to the top of the signs, fight over my pillows, squee over
shoebox_project, tease Kartik - her younger brother; I have bullied him since the literal minute he was born - about the fact he is now six feet tall and apparently has a girlfriend, and finally promise to eat each other's food next year. Ah, the delights of old friends. Her mother and mine are both sobbing quietly that as of next year, all five of the toddlers who went to the Unofficial Spital Playgroup will be university students. As I informed them earlier, it is sadly no longer 1990. I'm interested to note that I do remember 1990. At least, I remember being woken just before midnight on New Year's Eve and being taken out into Chittaranjan Park, and it being surprisingly cold for Delhi. I also remember my fourth birthday, which must have been three weeks later. Before that it all goes a bit fuzzy.
After that small aside, I'd rather talk about 2005 again, where I have decided to read more. My to-read list was getting silly, so I have finished Strange Poison and Gaudy Night. They were both good, but the latter particularly. As I was told by so many people, it's set in Oxford and the setting is richly described. Lord Peter Wimsey went to Balliol, which makes me happy, and it would appear that the fictitious college Shrewsbury is on top of Balliol's cricket ground.
But to be honest, I have only one thing to say concerning the novel, and that is this. If anyone ever proposes to me, they had better phrase it, "Placetne, magistra?"
[I will admit my inner Latin geek went into overdrive. It's not too difficult, thankfully.]
Next on the list is Tom Holt, as I still have one of Jane's books unread, and I want to reread the Targets. Particularly The Invasion of Time, partly because of the brilliance of the Time Lord Andred helping Leela decide what to wear, but mainly because of this:
"The Doctor smiled and seemed to relax. Suddenly, Borusa saw not a power-mad traitor, but the Doctor he had always known, the pupil whose impudent charm had so often brought an unwilling smile to his face."
I just think it's cute. It is cute. It summons up cute mental imagery. I want to re-read it and The Deadly Assassin for Gallifrey canon, just so's I can write university Doctor/Master/Rani. The problem is, of course, names. The Doctor is Theta Sigma, and I can probably get away with "Koschei" for the Master. But as far as I know, the Rani doesn't have any other name, and I find it hard to believe the trio were using their ostentatious titles when they were quite that young. Sigh. Dilemmas.
On that note, the fic-writing front is not that wonderful. All the fics I had on the go have keeled over and died. All I'm currently writing is a very brief girl!Doctor snippet, that is fun but not particularly meaty. Talking of which, other people have been writing her as well as me.
doyle_sb4 wrote what happens when Four and Romana II meet girl!Doctor, and amchau wrote me this drabble, chronicling the inevitable problem facing a newly female Time Lord: ( hee! )[
amchau - if you want me to take this down, tell me and I will do so with pleasure.] I now really want to see what would happen if the Brigadier met girl!Doctor.Anyway, blah blah blah I am boring. My next entry will probably have reviews of the next books I read, which are all Short Trips anthologies. They, too, are love.
I should go to bed.
