Notes and queries

[raven]

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 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.

-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. 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!

Remus Lupin
Daniel Jackson
Hawkeye Pierce
Malcolm Reynolds
Rupert Giles
The Tenth Doctor
girl_doctor
Captain Jack Harkness

I have produced one letter for 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.

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

Comments

[kuteki.livejournal.com]

OMG when you google "Morison and Pooley" your lj is the first thing that comes up! *dead* Heh, they are so adorable omg, the trees and the Matrix and everything else.

I feel obliged to write YOU a letter but am off to bed now, will poribably do so later though. :D

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Oh, no. Really? I thought it was foulds and sebastienne! *runs to check*

Ah, well. Give it a week and I'll flock this. :)

[the-acrobat.livejournal.com]

1. Hee!
2. There isn't a part in the Vagina Monologues suitable for you because there isn't a part in the Vagina Monologues cool enough for you. Trust me, I know. I just about have that thing memorized. At least they didn't cast you as something completely inappropriate and then rave about how perfect it is for you (I was the Vagina Workshop woman).
3. When I was in highschool, people did that all the time. With the stones. Or, more frequently, bits of ice. I'd say it's normal, but only in certain environments.
4. *hug*!

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*schnooogle* I find it very, very hard to picture you as the workshop woman. And I'd argue that you could make a case for this being a certain environment. A certain environment where everyone is entirely crazy. *g*

[culturedgoat.livejournal.com]

Raven,

This is my boat, and we do things my way. If you don't want to live by my rule, you're welcome to jump ship when we get to Persephone. When I told you to shut off your livejournal transmission you came at me so gorram vicious I damn near thought we'd picked up a reever.

Despite the contrary opinions of absent friends, on Serenity, I can stop the signal. So could you stick to playing Windows solitaire when we're in the thick of alliance territory, and quit being such a hang-chun mei.

Your Captain

PS - Also, quit showing River those gorram perverted slash stories you're always writing about us. She's starting to get the wrong sort of ideas.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Sorry, sir. Won't happen again.

Much.

[culturedgoat.livejournal.com]

Although Mal would be much more likely to confront someone face-to-face with this sort of dressing-down, I couldn't really imagine him writing a "thanx 4 being on my crew :-)" type letter... or writing any sort of letter really. Hmmm.

xxx

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*g* It's a very good letter. Sounds exactly like him.

[gamesiplay.livejournal.com]

From today's efforts, we have learned they went to see The Matrix together.

Heeeeee. This reminded me of something I had nearly (and very sadly!) forgotten: we had two history teachers in high school who were like this. We saw them at the movies together and everything. Then again, most of our academic departments in high school were quasi-incestuous, because they spent so much time together. Sort of like the students themselves.

I don't know anyone here who communicates by window tintinnabulation; but then it would be difficult under current circumstances, since most of the people I know live several stories off the ground. (I live on the eighth floor. No one's got that kind of aim.) It sounds very... picturesque, though. :)

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*g* Academic slash! Maybe there's something in the water. :)

"Window tintinnabulation" is my new favourite phrase. You can call, text, email or window tintinnabulate me. I like that. I have to admit, most of my friends live one level up, so it's not that difficult. I don't get much of it in the attic, 'tis true.

[gamesiplay.livejournal.com]

My verbal fixation for the night is "tintinnabulation." I desperately want to use it the story I'm writing, because it's such a beautiful word, but I haven't found a way to shoehorn it in yet. It also does not fit well into Philosophy essays. Having exorcised it here, maybe now I can actually write something useful. *grins*

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't know. "Déscartes, having tintinnabulated his head against a wall, went on to postulate that the only certainties in a world with sensory inexactitude were his existence and his ability to doubt that existence and that Morison and Pooley are love. From this we may surmise at the nature of the modern sceptical argument."

[thiswaltz.livejournal.com]

I got Firefly boxed set recently too, since so many people on my flist are fans. (so totally glad i did) But I still haven't got up the courage to watch the last ep. I got to heart of gold, stoped started watching from the beginning and stopped again ^_^;;. So i have to know, is the last episode a cliff hanger? will i forever be tormented unresolvd-ness?

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

It's not a cliffhanger, but it's not an ending. You can tell they meant to make more episodes, so to speak. Regardless, it is very good. Screw thy courage to the sticking place!

[just-the-ash.livejournal.com]

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.

Casting directors are weird. I may have got the "Flood" part solely by being the only non-undergraduate who auditioned, and thus more convincing as a 72-year-old antiques dealer.

Do you know any of the people who did get cast? I'd hate to think of ethnicity presenting a barrier.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

I know one or two, and they are white. I actually didn't think of that; if my ethnicity was a barrier, that would suck beyond the telling of it. I think I'll make some discreet enquiries.

How is your production going? When's opening night?

[thunderemerald.livejournal.com]

Raven,

Pls find enclosed: one (1) brown coat. Don't tell anyone where you got it. Just wear it and be proud.

We'll rise again.

-Sgt Reynolds

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

*snuggles it* Thank you, captain.

[amchau.livejournal.com]

Dear Iona,

I know you are studying in Oxford at the moment, and I was wondering if you would like to meet me when I come over-- the Ashmolean has, ahem, certain artefacts which I need to examine in the course of my work. I have very much enjoyed reading some of your monographs in the area of team interaction theory, particularly "The Evidence for Historial Interactions: Team Theory from Egyptian Tomb Wall Paintings".

Yours,

Daniel Jackson.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Dear Dr. Jackson,

You flatter me. Of course, it will be a pleasure to meet you in the course of your work. Shall we say Sunday at three, below the Martyrs' Memorial? I look forward to it.

Yours sincerely,
~Iona

[amchau.livejournal.com]

In your pigeon hole, Monday evening:

Iona,

Thank you for the entertaining conversation yesterday afternoon. This afternoon I found time-- this morning the drawing of interaction diagrams for teams including one, ahem, foreign member quite engaged me; I think you may be correct about the possible improvements it creates when I reflect on my direct experience of such cultural exchanges-- anyway, this afternoon I found time to look into the question of the location of The Shadow Compendium. Your friend was not wrong to remember that it had fallen under the care of Dr Tarrant, but following his disappearance it seems to have also been lost; as we ascertained yesterday there is no key behind the hidden panel.

However, I inquired of Drs Rasberi and Yogoort (and there are a pair indeed; more people would describe them as an old married couple if they weren't both female), who are now taking joint care of the Special Collection (Western Manuscripts pre-1800 section), and they remember that he had a son. His son is a Fellow of Keble Collage and an expert in Medieval Graphology. I have his room number; given that this is not a suitable topic for discussion on a potentially tapped telephone line, would you care to accompany me in a window tintinnabulation exercise this evening, in the hopes of consulting him for further clues?

Yours,

Daniel.

[eternalwings.livejournal.com]

God I'd love to write a Daniel Jackson letter as I'm a) cookie addicted and b) paranoid and C) panicky but yeah I'm alas not the last part-
Clever sooo ^_^ firefly boxset=love.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Dear Sam,

I find that cookies solve most ills (obesity notwithstanding) and the eating of them is a worthy habit which should be cultivated. Paranoia is also a healthy expression of emotion (besides, they are all out to get you) and is to be encouraged.

I hope this advice has been of some benefit to you.

Yours sincerely,

Dr. Daniel Jackson

[pinkishmew.livejournal.com]

I'd generally ring people, but if gravel is the only thing around.. fair enough.

Also - why were you offended that they said there wasn't a suitable part for you? I would have read that as much more encouraging than, "You're utter crap". It suggests you could try for other things, if you were interested. But of course, I don't know the context or tone of voice, etc.

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

It is efficient use of available resources, is what it is. *nods*

Context was in email, and I'm a little dubious about it. I have a distinct feeling it may well be a generic blind-carbon-copy, which would not be fun. But in truth, I am not a good actress in the slightest (I had trouble playing a Dalek last night). Probably best I didn't get anything.

[pinkishmew.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, carbon copy email replies are particularly heartless and evil, so I sympathise. [hugs] Of course you couldn't be a dalek - you're not pure evil. You're lovely.

[rhipowered.livejournal.com]

Dear Raven--

How are you? To be perfectly honest, I've not been well, myself, but I'm improving. Tea solves everything. Rose has started to complain that the TARDIS is starting to reek of Orange Pekoe, but she doesn't know what she's talking about. The TARDIS smells fine to me.

...Though we haven't been drinking Orange Pekoe, we've been drinking Earl Grey...interesting. Should look into that.

Right. Anyhow, I hope that you're having a lovely time at Balliol, and that you're keeping yourself out of trouble. From what I've been seeing in your journal, you already know that I thought uni was pish. But that doesn't give you any excuse to not go to lectures. Besides, if you don't, you'll end up like me, and who would want that?

Rose sends her regards, and so would everyone else we've ran into (literally and figuratively) recently, if they knew you, which they don't. (Their own fault, eh?) We'll try to pick you up after this term, maybe go on holiday? If all goes well, we could have you back in an instant, wouldn't have to worry your mum and dad at all.

Best,
the Doctor xx

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Dear Doctor,

I don't know how you do it, but you never cease to amaze. I hadn't skipped a lecture all term until this very morning. I'll try and do better from tomorrow. I'm staying out of trouble, I promise. I never got locked out of college at all last term!

Turning out like you wouldn't be all bad, you know. You can argue with me when you pick me up. Post-Hilary-pre-Trinity opposite the Ashmolean; the TARDIS will know when and where I mean.

My regards to Rose.

love,
~Raven

PS - Sorry to drag it up again, but I know you've fairly convinved you're the last Time Lord. Next time you're here I'll introduce you to some of the dons here, and I think you'll reach the same conclusion as I did.

[rhipowered.livejournal.com]

Raven--

Of course I know when you've been skiving off. I'm the Doctor. You know this, you're smart, for a human.

By the way...one of your dons doesn't happen to look like this (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Borusa.jpg), does he?

the Doctor xx

[casirafics.livejournal.com]

Dear Raven,

I'm quite, quite pleased to hear your tales of Oxford thus far. It's truly reminding me of the old days, as it were. (I confess I wasn't involved in quite so much... er... plunger-waving, but to each their own.)

If you don't mind, I'd also like to ask you a favor. I'm embroiled in an issue regarding several peculiar demons that I am certain were referenced in The Shadow Compendium, but I'll be damned if I can find a copy here. Would you be willing to talk to old Tarrant (if the poor fool's still there -- I'd wonder, after that episode with the Polsanik demons and the pitchfork) about unearthing their first edition? Bring a lantern, and tell him the key's hidden behind a panel amongst the books about the Napoleonic Wars -- he always forgets. And don't mention cheese. Old traumas, you understand.

Do take care, and I hope to hear from you soon.

Yours,
- R. Giles

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Dear Mr. Giles,

It's good to hear the old place hasn't changed that much. If you should ever want to come back and visit, there's a Balliol Blue with your name on it.

If you mean old Dr Tarrant back in the Department of Special Collections and Western Manuscripts, I've got bad news: he hasn't been seen since that flamethrower accident in the old Bod stacks. I'll have a dig round myself, if you'd like; I wouldn't have his expertise but I'll do my best. I hear they even allow women into the Lower Reading Room nowadays.

Yours sincerely,

~Raven

[hathy-col.livejournal.com]

Does anybody do this apart from me?

Um, sort of. We chuck gravel at windows when we get back REEEEAAAALLLLLLYYYYYY late and don't have a key, don't want to wake up up the Weird Housemate to let us in, so gravel in flung at the windows of anyone who is home.

I suspect this may be slightly different. Also we normally miss the window and hit next door. Fortunately they have adapted to this.