Jan. 24th, 2006

raven: [hello my name is] and a silhouette image of a raven (firefly - kaylee and mal)
So much for an early night. It's one in the morning, again. Sigh. But it's been a long bloody day and maybe it is time for bed. But before I head thencewards, a few notes.

-Firstly, as [livejournal.com profile] foulds has already said, the General Philosophy lecturers Morison and Pooley* are getting prettier by the minute. From today's efforts, we have learned they went to see The Matrix together. Also, bizarrely, when they're together: "Sometimes we talk about trees. Sometimes we talk about other things." And as Sky said later, they keep on talking about the causal contact they have with each other, and the whole room bursts into giggles. It is not just us slashers; he's now telling everyone that they're a walking advertisement for civil partnerships.

-I did not get into The Vagina Monologues. I know I didn't expect to, but I'm still a little disappointed. I was informed there wasn't a part suitable for me, which offends me slightly; I'd rather be told I was crappy.

-[livejournal.com profile] amchau came to visit me over the weekend, bearing gifts, and we had a (very short) hour chatting and going round the Ashmolean, which I thoroughly enjoyed. She wasn't here long enough for proper squee, which was not much fun. But she was here, and while she was here, I did one thing that strikes me as normal but struck her as peculiar, so I'm soliciting opinions. When I want someone's attention but can't be bothered to phone them, or have no money to phone them, I wait till I happen to be passing, pick up bits of gravel and throw them at the window. And more often than not, the person in question comes to the window to see who it is. [livejournal.com profile] amchau claims she has never seen this done outside of books. Does anybody do this apart from me?

-Um, what else? Today I did work, and then I went to a Philosophy class that reduced me to tearful rage, and when I'd got over that, I went to the attic and sulked. And then I checked my email, only to find one that asked: "Did you ever get the urge to re-enact part six of Genesis of the Daleks with no props, costumes or scenery?"

Yes, I thought to myself. Yes, I get that urge all the time. So I took myself off to Christ Church, and there is now photographic evidence of me being threatened by a sink plunger whilst a Battenburg TARDIS lands in the background.

And I came back not in a rage at all, and the gang of Balliolites and I settled down to watch Firefly. Claire is so depressed that we only have one episode left that she has decided we must watch all the episodes again, with Sky, Pat and Liya, and then make an Event out of Objects In Space. I fully concur, and maintain that that boxset was the best £17.50 I ever spent.

-And lastly, there is a meme going round that I quite like the look of:

Leave a list of fictional characters in your journal that you would love to get a message from. It is your friend-list's mission, should they choose to accept it, to write you an in-character "letter" from a character on that list. Then they post their own list in their journal and the process continues!

my characters )

I have produced one letter for [livejournal.com profile] kuteki from a certain Anthony J. Crowley, which remains my sole effort, but I'm sure there will be more if you all gack the meme. It's far too much fun.

And so, to bed.



*Dear god, I hope they don't google themselves. :)

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