Things Wot Are Of Note, numbered for ease of persual:

[raven]

1. It is Easter Monday. Apparently. My mother wanted to know, "What do they do on Easter?" Who's "they", I wanted to know. She said, "You know, them."

Long experience has taught me that "them" means the natives. And I have to say I have no idea. I have some idea about Christmas - turkey and tinsel and good things on television - but very little about Easter. Well, what I don't know is the secular significance; I know the religious and historical part, of course.

2. As well as being Easter Monday, it's also Monday of noughth week. This is just terrifying. I don't want it to be noughth week already. Where have the last five weeks gone? Where has the academic year gone? And unlike most, I don't want to go back. I like it here. And I know I like it in Oxford too. It's just that noughth week is going to be hideous and awful, as I've got three collections to revise for on Fridcay and Saturday, and an assignment and essay to do for next week. Hideous.

3. And as well as that, I had a bit of a revelation. Saturday night featured the first episode of the second twenty-eighth somethingth season of Doctor Who. Just like last year, it is the first of a thirteen-episode run, and I'm sure we all remember last year. It was a lovely slice of open-canon fandom, and there was fic and general review squee and some criticism and lots of fun. But the feature of it that inevitably stands out is how quickly it disappeared. There was Rose, and then there was the The Parting of the Ways, and precious little time in between.

But here is the revelation. By the time episode number thirteen, Doomsday, rolls around, not only will I have got through all my remaining teaching-time, written all my essays and done all my assignments, I will have sat my prelims and said a final goodbye to my attic. In fact, I will be home for the summer - well, home for July; I will be various other places in August and September - by the last week of June. It goes quickly. It goes far too quickly. Where is the year disappearing off to?

Anyway. I have decided that I will be home, post-term, post-exams, with a month of total laziness and, possibly, working in the bookshop, and there will be two episodes of Doctor Who to go, and it will be the perfect time for the much-talked-about Tenth Doctor ficathon. I threatened to do it a year ago when I was wrapping up the Ninth Doctor ficathon, and when I was making discreet enquiries as to fandom's interest in a re-run, it seems people want to do it when we've got a good chunk of canon behind us. Also, if I do sign-ups two weeks before the series ends, it means the due date will be something to look forward to after the season finale.

So there we go. That is what I have to look forward to. If, of course, people are interested this year as they were last year, but let's hope. And hathy_col and I have been idly chewing over a re-run of Mauve and Dangerous, too.

4. I am hoping to finish the Remus/Tonks epic story before I go back up and lose all desire to write. Unfortunately, the story that was a 1500-word snippet at the end of March is now 14,000 words long. Sigh.

5. And finally, and a little randomly, does anyone know anything about Ani DiFranco? Pandora keeps telling me that I'd like her, presumably because I like the Indigo Girls, and I have managed to acquire one song by her, this one, Both Hands. It is absolutely lovely, and I'd love to hear more; however, it seems as though she's the most prolific artist in the history of the world. I am confused. Anyone who is a fan of her and can rec my her best stuff would be much appreciated.

6. I had the most peculiar dream last night. It involved going shoe-shopping with tau_sigma. Terribly odd.

7. Back to revision. Siiiiiigh.

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