calling occupants of interplanetary craft

[freckles_and_doubt]

I've been thinking of this as a four-day headache, except that actually it's in day 6, so obviously I can't count. To be perfectly fair, it's only the initial migraine and the last two days which have been horrible, although today is making interested noises about forming a club with its predecessors, it wishes to subscribe to their newsletter. The bugger is that the Warfarin Regimen, TM, means I can't take anti-inflammatories, so I'm driven to tramadol, which doesn't work and won't let me sleep, or codeine, which makes me sleep so I can't work. Since I have the traditional, annual 2cm-thick pile of board schedules to annotate today, this is less than optimal.

Please consider this paragraph to include the also traditional, annual rant about board schedule checking, how a computer should do it, redundant waste of ill-suited personpower, insult to my academic training, etc etc. Thank you. I feel better now. Also, if aliens are going to abduct me any time soon, please do it now, so I don't have to finish checking the bloody thing. Thxbai.

By way of not being absolutely boring, here is a lovely article about the fact that contemporary Hollywood is basically in the demographic-pandering fanfic business. It's true. Fanfic is everywhere. Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated.

I go to meet my doom. Excelsior.