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Today's notes and queries. First of all, I have lost my phone, because I am an idiot. I lost it somewhere on Friday afternoon, panicked, panicked some more, realised, that, well, you know what don't exist any more? Pay phones. If I hadn't unexpectedly run straight into ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shimgray in Balliol lodge, I might have cried on the porters; as it was, I was very stoic (really), and ran around the city like a crazy person, and finally gave it up in time for a small baby dinner party that we were supposed to be having, and did have, complete with nine bottles of whisky and a vat of greenstuff risotto (recipe courtesy of foreverdirt; it was very nice indeed). luminometrice arrived fresh from her Kobayashi Maru[1] noting that she was supposed to have examined a man in a brest suit, and she was mentally prepared for a man in a breast suit, and talking to a headless torso with breasts had been very disconcerting.
(I was admitted to medical school, you know. There is a well-respected medical school in England who actually thought that I would have made a not entirely-awful doctor. Looking back, I am more astonished than ever.)
magic_doors also came to drink whisky, and dr_biscuit, and it was a very lovely evening, full of drink. I had wine, mostly, and fell asleep in a heap on top of Shim at some unrespectable hour. It was kind of marvellous; I forget what we talked about, but I'm sure Star Trek was involved.
My phone has now turned up again, thank goodness - I rang up the Brookes lost and found, who were delightfully... dizzy. To be absolutely sure it was mine, I suggested, maybe they should look to see what number was listed under "Home". "That's a good idea," said the woman, "but I've never used a mobile phone."
Nothing daunted, she flagged down a passing undergraduate ("You! Whatever your name is! Get over here!") and got him to read out my own phone number to me. So I am still incommunicado until the weekend, but will eventually be back in the land of the communicable. In the meantime email is best.
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remixredux09 assignments have gone out. I'm not doing a letter to my remixer, because to be honest, I don't really understand them - the fic my remixer writes (hi, if you're reading) isn't for me, it's for her. It's not a gift exchange, after all.
(That said, my remixee is a much better writer than me. Ouch. Also, all her stories are horribly taut and self-contained and right and good are they are. I despair of myself.)
3. Another heads-up - Trek Novel Fest of Awesome over on Dreamwidth. I just ordered Spock's World off Amazon yesterday, I am sold. Seriously, though, it looks great; I love the TOS novels because they're so... well, good. Gentle, and nuances, and full of love for the characters. There's lots that could be done with them in the reboot universe.
4.jacinthsong sent me Vulcan ears! More than that, ethnically appropriate Vulcan ears! But being a bit fail, I cannot get them on my own ears. When I have solved this problem there may be pictures. Possibly I am just not logical enough.
5. The Scotty 'n' McCoy Travellin' Show is at 6000 words. Oh, dear.
[1] Differing only from the real Kobayashi Maru in that she passed it.
shimgray in Balliol lodge, I might have cried on the porters; as it was, I was very stoic (really), and ran around the city like a crazy person, and finally gave it up in time for a small baby dinner party that we were supposed to be having, and did have, complete with nine bottles of whisky and a vat of greenstuff risotto (recipe courtesy of foreverdirt; it was very nice indeed). luminometrice arrived fresh from her Kobayashi Maru[1] noting that she was supposed to have examined a man in a brest suit, and she was mentally prepared for a man in a breast suit, and talking to a headless torso with breasts had been very disconcerting.(I was admitted to medical school, you know. There is a well-respected medical school in England who actually thought that I would have made a not entirely-awful doctor. Looking back, I am more astonished than ever.)
magic_doors also came to drink whisky, and dr_biscuit, and it was a very lovely evening, full of drink. I had wine, mostly, and fell asleep in a heap on top of Shim at some unrespectable hour. It was kind of marvellous; I forget what we talked about, but I'm sure Star Trek was involved.My phone has now turned up again, thank goodness - I rang up the Brookes lost and found, who were delightfully... dizzy. To be absolutely sure it was mine, I suggested, maybe they should look to see what number was listed under "Home". "That's a good idea," said the woman, "but I've never used a mobile phone."
Nothing daunted, she flagged down a passing undergraduate ("You! Whatever your name is! Get over here!") and got him to read out my own phone number to me. So I am still incommunicado until the weekend, but will eventually be back in the land of the communicable. In the meantime email is best.
2.
remixredux09 assignments have gone out. I'm not doing a letter to my remixer, because to be honest, I don't really understand them - the fic my remixer writes (hi, if you're reading) isn't for me, it's for her. It's not a gift exchange, after all. (That said, my remixee is a much better writer than me. Ouch. Also, all her stories are horribly taut and self-contained and right and good are they are. I despair of myself.)
3. Another heads-up - Trek Novel Fest of Awesome over on Dreamwidth. I just ordered Spock's World off Amazon yesterday, I am sold. Seriously, though, it looks great; I love the TOS novels because they're so... well, good. Gentle, and nuances, and full of love for the characters. There's lots that could be done with them in the reboot universe.
4.
jacinthsong sent me Vulcan ears! More than that, ethnically appropriate Vulcan ears! But being a bit fail, I cannot get them on my own ears. When I have solved this problem there may be pictures. Possibly I am just not logical enough.5. The Scotty 'n' McCoy Travellin' Show is at 6000 words. Oh, dear.
[1] Differing only from the real Kobayashi Maru in that she passed it.
