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Wanderer Fantasy still exists, my friends! It does!

But I... I have accidentally started a new longer fic. Y HALO THAR UNEXPECTED EPIC THREE AND JO. Oh, fiddle.

The difference being, of course, that I have a definite end in sight for this fic - can't see it being over 20,000 words, and I've got the first 2,500-word chapter written already. It's a mystery/adventure-type, with Jo as the companion, and features UNIT and lots of strange goings-on. It's fun and dramatic (the plot spawned during an Avengers/X-Files marathon, which makes sense), takes place between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil, and I think I should be able to finish it up well before Big Bang deadlines start coming into play. Right? Right. Yes.

(Reading Week doth approacheth. When I'm not teaching sixth-graders about the Coriolis effect and/or how to blow things up in a university lab, all I'll really have to do is write. Huzzah!)

Awesome find at Costco today: all nine seasons of the X-Files for $19.99 (CDN) each!  Ooh.  Didn't buy any, alas.  But it's there!

First wacky sleep-deprived dream of the week:

I'm in my hotel room, reading a book or something, and the doorbell rings.  Surprise!  It's Robert Sean Leonard.  Alas, it doesn't look like he's here to play doctor (*rimshot*), so it's not that sort of a dream.  No, he just stands there, crosses his arms, and says: "You know, you still haven't watched the third season of "House" yet.  That's very disappointing."  And what can I say but: "Oh.  Sorry about that."  And then he leaves.

So I bought the third season this afternoon.  W00t!

Second wacky sleep-deprived dream of the week:

I'm a secret agent of some sort, delivering a violent criminal/thief and his accomplice to somewhere-or-other on a train, for reasons that aren't adequately explained.  Since I'm apparently a really, really lousy secret agent, I tell a random guy on the bus to keep an eye on these violent criminals while I rush out to the washrooms, passing a random mumbling guy en route.  For some reason, while I'm there I run into a friend from school, who becomes quite engrossed in telling me about her job as a "fountain attendant", which I'm sure is fairly interesting, but this is the point where I realise that I left violent criminals on a bus with some guy.  And, since this thing seems to have taken a distinctly sci-fi turn, I run off, shouting: "The phrase "fate of the world" was created for exactly this sort of situation!"  Which is kind of a cool comeback, but makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.  Oh, well.   So I'm running up to the bus, nearly 100% sure that these people have escaped by now, and I almost crash into crazy mumbling guy.  And then I realize that he's repeating "Adrian" over and over again, which is the name of one of the criminals.  He notices I'm listening and points to the bus, saying: "Adrian!" again, then points towards a convenient copse of trees.  Of course, this is the point where the accomplice, on the other side of the bus, makes a run for it.  I run and tackle her, and notice that crazy guy has started after this Adrian guy, who's also made a run for it.  And then we catch the bad guys and there's a parade.  Or something.