Meanderings: December 11, 1999

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December 11, 1999

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If y'all don't mind, I think I'll stop giving a precis of each completed section -- it'll just confuse people who don't know the background of the story.

So, a smaller average than normal, true -- I've been cleaning up and noodling again (bad Mellie, bad bad Mellie -- make new output, not edits), and reading Colin Dexter's THE WENCH IS DEAD (an Inspector Morse mystery) that not only includes Radcliffe Infirmary, but also details a murder committed back in 1860 Oxford. If I remember correctly, this is one of the stories that was made into an Inspector Morse episode, so I have to see if I can get this on tape.

All of this research led to a VERY strange exchange on my newsgroup at SFF.Net when I started talking about Morse's terminal case of Unresolved Sexual Tension and posited that maybe he just wanted Lewis but couldn't admit it to himself. That led to the thought of Morse/Lewis slash stores (ewwww), to which my friend Julia replied, "NOOOO! DON'T GO THERE!"

Never say something like that to me -- it just makes my fevered imagination more fertile. When we last left them, Lewis had just covered his body in Newcastle Brown ale for Morse's delectation, to which the Chrief Inspector crabbily replied, "Don't be an idiot, Lewis -- you know I'm a Boddingtons man."

I'm a sick, sick woman.

In WebRats news:

Marti finally finished her semester with a 4.0 average -- go Marti! Iron Writer Woman!
Happy Belated 29th to Jennifer -- trust me, the best is yet to come.
Jack and Vera have been hit by a bad back and the flu, respectively -- take it easy and recover, you guys!

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