Selling the school governors
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ravenI am in a good and happy mood. The elephants will get out and forget to remember what you said!
Firstly, there is a snow warning for tomorrow. Of course, it will never happen. It hasn't happened for getting on for five years now. But the conditions are right. It's cold, so cold, and the cloud layer is well-defined, and maybe, just maybe...
And even if it doesn't happen, there are good things in the world. Case in point - I watched the Stargate season 7 episode Chimera last night.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
danvers piqued my interest, so I asked shipperkitten to bring it when she was here at the weekend. I duly copied it and watched it at midnight because I couldn't sleep. And, well... I loved it. I really loved it. I have no idea what's going on, incidentally - I stopped watching at Redemption part 2 back at the beginning of season 6, and oh, yeah, Daniel's back and no-one told me. Ignoring that, I really adored this episode - Chimera, that is. It was sweet and funny and Sam has a boyfriend, which can only be a good, good thing. After all the others - Narim (dead), Orlan (dead), Martouf (dead), what's his name, from 2010 (dead), Daniel (dead - oh, wait) - etc. And I've always liked Sarah as a character. I'm glad she finally made it. Poor, poor Daniel - being mind-probed on top of everything else. Some people had quibbles with the ending, Em included, and I'll admit that telling Pete everything is completely without precedent, but I'm ready to forgive that after such a simply good episode. There was even a gorgeous, gorgeous in-joke - Sam humming the Stargate theme tune in the elevator!
So, having watched it, I went online and chatted to Em at great length. It was just like old times, actually - we had our usual disagreements and a very good time was had by all. She's agreed to be very nice to me and burn some more season 6/7 episodes for me to watch, and then throw them into my birthday present parcel. I believe she's enlistinghathy_col's help in deciding exactly which episodes to burn. I am not getting back into the whole fandom scene, but it's just nice. And because Em is being so nice to me, I have agreed to write her fic. It will have to be Sam/Jack fic, but she has said she'll settle for UST, which is probably what will happen in mine. I started writing it this morning in my Utopia notebook. Besides, it's not such a terrible thing - talking of danvers, which I was some time ago, she has an equally shameful fandom track record. Shippiness, indeed(!)
So I was tired this morning, but in rather a good mood. It was bloody freezing, ice on the ground, and I spent most of the morning huddled on the radiator. I had a free, which made me very happy, and Becca and I went out into the village to get some lunch. She got a sandwich with brie in it - I now know what brie actually is - and I got a pasty from Sayers, along with a cookie, as they have stopped making the rather nice novelty gingerbread. They were so we could hold a Daisy Pulls It Off rehearsal, which did actually go off quite well. Unfortunately, the girl who's playing Trixie - I forget her name - fluffed one of her lines in such a way for me to go off into hysterics and giggle silently for the rest of the rehearsal. All very unprofessional of course, but what would you have done? The line is, "...losing more and more money every year, and they'll have to sell to the School Governors." She read it as "...they'll have to sell the School Governors," and I found this inexplicably hilarious and honestly couldn't stop laughing. It's Kryten and his "desire to strut my funky stuff" all over again. Writing this, I'm laughing. I'm hopeless.
Today was the day I got my DNA back. On Friday, we did a complex experiment involving proteases and liberal amounts of ethanol, which eventually resulted in a small amount of unravelled DNA in a clear glass vial. The technicians went at the samples with the glue, and I am now the proud owner of a small, heart-shaped glass bulb containing a few drops of ethanol and my own DNA, clearly visible as white strands, all carefully screwed down and hung off a thread. "Genes in a bottle", it's called. Rather bizarre. Made more bizarre by the fact Mrs Mills came in while we were doing it and was treated to a blow-by-blow explanation. Talking of Mrs Mills, she carefully explained to the entire school this morning that she is perfectly aware of the fact her suit does not match. Weird.
I went down to the library after that, got accosted by Mrs Barry who wanted to know if I'd heard from Patrick over the weekend - apparently he was supposed to have a driving lesson and she wanted to make sure he hadn't killed anyone - and then I toddled off to Chemistry, which involved much insanity, molecular models and lovely bendy double carbon bonds. For some reason, the entire class were in a very silly mood. We decided to applaud everyone who came through the door, and it's very unnerving to step through a door and be greeted with rapturous applause and cheering. And molecular models, as I have said. Mrs Miller is still calling me "iodo." Well, she isn't - but I handed in my homework nameless as usual and I have no doubt that's what she wrote on it, and Rola later confirmed this. In the meantime, Rola was creating torturously complex molecules out of her straws and beads and making us name them. She was also querying the fact that I was singing.
"Can I not sing?" I asked.
"No, no... only, it's not something I associate with you."
"Really?"
"It's just that everything you do has depressive undertones."
"Really," I said again, and resumed humming. It was the opening theme from Cabaret I was humming, and pretty soon everyone was humming it. Rola thinks she's never seen me in a good mood. Which is disappointing, as I never set out consciously to be depressing. It just happens.
Did I mention I'm in a good mood?
Firstly, there is a snow warning for tomorrow. Of course, it will never happen. It hasn't happened for getting on for five years now. But the conditions are right. It's cold, so cold, and the cloud layer is well-defined, and maybe, just maybe...
And even if it doesn't happen, there are good things in the world. Case in point - I watched the Stargate season 7 episode Chimera last night.
danvers piqued my interest, so I asked shipperkitten to bring it when she was here at the weekend. I duly copied it and watched it at midnight because I couldn't sleep. And, well... I loved it. I really loved it. I have no idea what's going on, incidentally - I stopped watching at Redemption part 2 back at the beginning of season 6, and oh, yeah, Daniel's back and no-one told me. Ignoring that, I really adored this episode - Chimera, that is. It was sweet and funny and Sam has a boyfriend, which can only be a good, good thing. After all the others - Narim (dead), Orlan (dead), Martouf (dead), what's his name, from 2010 (dead), Daniel (dead - oh, wait) - etc. And I've always liked Sarah as a character. I'm glad she finally made it. Poor, poor Daniel - being mind-probed on top of everything else. Some people had quibbles with the ending, Em included, and I'll admit that telling Pete everything is completely without precedent, but I'm ready to forgive that after such a simply good episode. There was even a gorgeous, gorgeous in-joke - Sam humming the Stargate theme tune in the elevator!So, having watched it, I went online and chatted to Em at great length. It was just like old times, actually - we had our usual disagreements and a very good time was had by all. She's agreed to be very nice to me and burn some more season 6/7 episodes for me to watch, and then throw them into my birthday present parcel. I believe she's enlisting
hathy_col's help in deciding exactly which episodes to burn. I am not getting back into the whole fandom scene, but it's just nice. And because Em is being so nice to me, I have agreed to write her fic. It will have to be Sam/Jack fic, but she has said she'll settle for UST, which is probably what will happen in mine. I started writing it this morning in my Utopia notebook. Besides, it's not such a terrible thing - talking of danvers, which I was some time ago, she has an equally shameful fandom track record. Shippiness, indeed(!)So I was tired this morning, but in rather a good mood. It was bloody freezing, ice on the ground, and I spent most of the morning huddled on the radiator. I had a free, which made me very happy, and Becca and I went out into the village to get some lunch. She got a sandwich with brie in it - I now know what brie actually is - and I got a pasty from Sayers, along with a cookie, as they have stopped making the rather nice novelty gingerbread. They were so we could hold a Daisy Pulls It Off rehearsal, which did actually go off quite well. Unfortunately, the girl who's playing Trixie - I forget her name - fluffed one of her lines in such a way for me to go off into hysterics and giggle silently for the rest of the rehearsal. All very unprofessional of course, but what would you have done? The line is, "...losing more and more money every year, and they'll have to sell to the School Governors." She read it as "...they'll have to sell the School Governors," and I found this inexplicably hilarious and honestly couldn't stop laughing. It's Kryten and his "desire to strut my funky stuff" all over again. Writing this, I'm laughing. I'm hopeless.
Today was the day I got my DNA back. On Friday, we did a complex experiment involving proteases and liberal amounts of ethanol, which eventually resulted in a small amount of unravelled DNA in a clear glass vial. The technicians went at the samples with the glue, and I am now the proud owner of a small, heart-shaped glass bulb containing a few drops of ethanol and my own DNA, clearly visible as white strands, all carefully screwed down and hung off a thread. "Genes in a bottle", it's called. Rather bizarre. Made more bizarre by the fact Mrs Mills came in while we were doing it and was treated to a blow-by-blow explanation. Talking of Mrs Mills, she carefully explained to the entire school this morning that she is perfectly aware of the fact her suit does not match. Weird.
I went down to the library after that, got accosted by Mrs Barry who wanted to know if I'd heard from Patrick over the weekend - apparently he was supposed to have a driving lesson and she wanted to make sure he hadn't killed anyone - and then I toddled off to Chemistry, which involved much insanity, molecular models and lovely bendy double carbon bonds. For some reason, the entire class were in a very silly mood. We decided to applaud everyone who came through the door, and it's very unnerving to step through a door and be greeted with rapturous applause and cheering. And molecular models, as I have said. Mrs Miller is still calling me "iodo." Well, she isn't - but I handed in my homework nameless as usual and I have no doubt that's what she wrote on it, and Rola later confirmed this. In the meantime, Rola was creating torturously complex molecules out of her straws and beads and making us name them. She was also querying the fact that I was singing.
"Can I not sing?" I asked.
"No, no... only, it's not something I associate with you."
"Really?"
"It's just that everything you do has depressive undertones."
"Really," I said again, and resumed humming. It was the opening theme from Cabaret I was humming, and pretty soon everyone was humming it. Rola thinks she's never seen me in a good mood. Which is disappointing, as I never set out consciously to be depressing. It just happens.
Did I mention I'm in a good mood?
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on 2004-01-27 12:20 pm (UTC)[laughs]
In drama today, Tracey kept forgetting her cues. So when I 'stabbed' her and she stabbed me, I fell over and died, and stood there looking really confused!
Everyone burst out laughing. Which made three 'dead' people on stage absolutely wetting themselves. So much so I was just paralysed with laughter, tears down my face; I couldn't even speak my lines!