Fortran is Deader Than Latin
If you know what the subject line is talking about, pat yourself on the back and call yourself a nerd with a twinge of pride. :D
A Brief Update(!):
The Good: No longer the de facto boss of my business. Which is good, because I don't know anything about construction...and I was just confidently making stuff up! Also I had chocolate milk today.
The Bad: Substitute teaching a class that openly foments revolution against the lesson plan you've been given. And then getting an excellent rating that assures you'll get to do it again!
The Ugly: Having to mark all the lovely unemployed buttons in the follow up survey on whether you have a teaching job or not. :(
And now for a fanfic meme brought to you by duck_or_rabbit. Instructions are as follows: Post a paragraph or a scene from as many of your fics or WIPS as you want, with no explanation attached. Ally/Ali way optional. Here be weird stuff and something that will make Mils upset with me.
1."The planet Alicroxis Majimicus Prolix Prolunk Bok Ptaop," he announced, flinging out an arm and tugging on the sleeve of his heavy coat.
"It's affectionately known, however," another arm pulled through the sleeve followed by a quick fire hunching of the shoulders to make sure the coat hung comfortably on his lanky frame, "as the Planet Bob because….well," a long pause during which he adjusted a nub, cranked a lever, and drawing himself up again cracked his neck from side to side. Hand poised above another lever he paused and frowned.
"Well, best not to ask really."
The frown deepened as if he was remembering something particularly unpleasant.
"Best really…really not to ask, actually."
But, his countenance brightening once more, he hurtled towards the door with a renewed sense of purpose, and was on the point of flinging it open with a look of triumph.
"Best hot dogs in the galaxy!"
2. As they wandered into the kitchen, a bright, cheerful voice burbled, "Ten-thirty, Doctor, will you be having a cup of tea before bed?"
He looked up and responded pleasantly, "I don't take my tea from strange, illusory houses, thank you."
3. A rather placid looking girl, not immediately part of the story at hand, unexpectantly quipped, "I don't think such things are in the spirit of poverty, senpai, nor are they very Victorian."
Tama Cratchet, distracted from his icy fate, blinked at this unexpected addition to the story and, in a voice colored with lavish empathy, declared, "Ah, my dearest Haruhi! You find an admirable kinship with the plight of the poor commoner who-"
"No. You just aren't sticking to the story, senpai."
Kyouya Scrooge, true to character, merely continued working through this exchange, already aware that his hired help did not contribute to productivity of his business venture in any
And, further departing from the already sad state of the canon of one of the source materials, two identical looking boys appeared at the elbows of the anomalous girl and intoned in unison, "Haru~hi! You're not even supposed to be in this part of the story."
Her response was nonplussed. "Neither are you two."
Having had enough of this extreme digression (and perhaps thinking it cemented a trend already gaining momentum within his labor force), Kyouya Scrooge stood up. And, somehow managing to look both completely nonchalant and rather menacing at the same time, propelled his glasses up his nose with his index figure. Regarding the girl who had found her way into the scene at hand, he simply said, in a pleasant tone, "Haruhi, if you have specific grievances as to how this plot arc is developing, I would be happy to hold a private consultation regarding this at the…expense of my own time."
4. The wedge of light from Clef's study intruded out into the hallway and, purposefully, Umi drew herself up and walked right past again, throwing only the barest glance into the depths of the room. She could see her consort, his coronet and elaborate robes gone, leaning his head upon his elbow, jerking his head almost imperceptibly from the charts sprawled over his massive desk at the sound of her footsteps on the tiled floor.
And, knowing Clef as she did, Umi was certain that he wasn't actually doing much with those charts. He probably intended that she find him like that - feigning looking miserable and sad so that she would just give in.
Not this time. He had embarrassed her in front of the council, insulted a friend, and - most grave of all his offenses that evening! - she had upset Aria. And Umi was so angry by this point that she had no problem whatsoever avoiding his ploy.
Rather, giving herself over to the cold fury that she had more or less controlled since taking Aria away from the council chamber, she marched swiftly to her bedroom and firmly shut the door. After changing into her nightgown she sat on the bed and eyed the door for a moment, before rolling into it and laying so that her back was to the door.
Clef wanted drag out that old argument again tonight she was in the trenches waiting for it.
5. "Your innocence was a cherished thought of Miss Pennington's until the day she died. I dare say she could not have bestowed such sentiments on a more unworthy human being. Now, tell Miss Eleanor.""
"Harry," came one breathless word. Eleanor wasn't sure what to do about this. "The foul gits the Dursleys," he said, looking straight at Eleanor, "Find them."
"You're not going to - murder them, are you?"
The prisoner looked rather morbidly amused by this and let out a short, crackling and mirthless laugh.
"I only intend to commit one murder. And it will be my first."
"Come along, I'll look it up on the computer - mind you, I'm doing this because of my sister. And no magic - Catherine almost always blew the circuit breakers at our old home when she did…just…sit there. Maybe help yourself to something in the kitchen."
Sitting down and looking at the dismaying result that came of searching for the Dursleys, she asked for more halting information, wondering why she was doing this.
But she already knew the answers.
Because my sister told me stories about a fantastically sarcastic git who could change himself into a dog. Because my sister died sitting on that windowsill looking out to the sea, as if she might be able to see that same git. Because she said that her life wasn't the only one destroyed, nor would it be the last.
6. Ella had no idea of the state of upheaval of the outside world. Avalanche, Cloud, Jenova, and Sephiroth were merely names she heard in whispered voices from scientists barely within her earshot. They were not the main components of her daily life. Even the threat of Meteor did not make a dent in her world: if she was to die in this hole, there wasn’t a thing she could do about it. She still heard rumors of a girl who had escaped the clutches of the scientists some years before that the Turks still were looking for. It was because of her she was down here, otherwise she could have come up with an escape plan and lived a somewhat normal life.
Damn that girl.
Oh well, she supposed that she could never have had a normal life anyways. She looked down out her hands again, marked by their gloves. Yep, normality was certainly out of the question for her. In fact, it hardly even seemed strange that she was climbing up a small pipe with a 12 story drop beneath her. The top world, a distant memory of childhood, was all the more alien. Meteors crash had littered debris and pockets of flame everywhere. The ground was littered with those who either did not have the sense to evacuate, or never had the monetary means to do so.
7. Nick, examining the rug, called from behind them, “I got some brown hairs here.”
Warrick walked back in and leaning on the doorpost said, casually, “The good news is we got two witnesses to our crime.”
Catherine looked up in disbelief, “You’ve got to be kidding.”
Warrick cracked a half smile, “And here comes the bad news….they’re a cat and a parrot.”
Kelcie rolled her eyes, “Great, we can go ask it, ‘Polly, want a murder?’ ”
8. They looked down at the course description: “The Psychology of Serial Killers,” wondering what this was, in fact a euphemism for. Dr. Yamazaki was a well known rogue within the college department - whatever his course descriptions stated could almost always be counted as a clever ruse to put a much more controversial topic past the university administrators. Some students signed up for his courses just to see how audacious he would be next.
Dr. Yamazaki stood up, causing the room to take on a tense, expectant silence.
“I see,” he said rather easily, sweeping his gaze over the packed auditorium and the students sitting in the aisles, “That my reputation is very much intact.”
There was a murmur of humorous agreement.
“So, I suppose you are wondering what indeed I have in store for you this time…you, I hope, shall not be disappointed. And yes, the course description given to you by the academic department has been completely revised, probably much to your satisfaction.”
He shuffled his notes again and turned on the digital projector. As the blue screen behind him counted down as the device warmed up, he continued, “Please disregard most of the texts noted - doubtless those who have taken courses from me prior to this will not have purchased any of them yet.
“From here,” when the screen indicated it was ready, he clicked a button, “We shall jump firmly into the land of conjecture.”
The emblazoned word behind him alternatively caused gasps and shudders in the assembled students.
In fifty foot tall letters, written in a stylized and untidy scrawl was only one word: Kira.
Yeah...I should really play guess the fandom on some of these...
A Brief Update(!):
The Good: No longer the de facto boss of my business. Which is good, because I don't know anything about construction...and I was just confidently making stuff up! Also I had chocolate milk today.
The Bad: Substitute teaching a class that openly foments revolution against the lesson plan you've been given. And then getting an excellent rating that assures you'll get to do it again!
The Ugly: Having to mark all the lovely unemployed buttons in the follow up survey on whether you have a teaching job or not. :(
And now for a fanfic meme brought to you by duck_or_rabbit. Instructions are as follows: Post a paragraph or a scene from as many of your fics or WIPS as you want, with no explanation attached. Ally/Ali way optional. Here be weird stuff and something that will make Mils upset with me.
1."The planet Alicroxis Majimicus Prolix Prolunk Bok Ptaop," he announced, flinging out an arm and tugging on the sleeve of his heavy coat.
"It's affectionately known, however," another arm pulled through the sleeve followed by a quick fire hunching of the shoulders to make sure the coat hung comfortably on his lanky frame, "as the Planet Bob because….well," a long pause during which he adjusted a nub, cranked a lever, and drawing himself up again cracked his neck from side to side. Hand poised above another lever he paused and frowned.
"Well, best not to ask really."
The frown deepened as if he was remembering something particularly unpleasant.
"Best really…really not to ask, actually."
But, his countenance brightening once more, he hurtled towards the door with a renewed sense of purpose, and was on the point of flinging it open with a look of triumph.
"Best hot dogs in the galaxy!"
2. As they wandered into the kitchen, a bright, cheerful voice burbled, "Ten-thirty, Doctor, will you be having a cup of tea before bed?"
He looked up and responded pleasantly, "I don't take my tea from strange, illusory houses, thank you."
3. A rather placid looking girl, not immediately part of the story at hand, unexpectantly quipped, "I don't think such things are in the spirit of poverty, senpai, nor are they very Victorian."
Tama Cratchet, distracted from his icy fate, blinked at this unexpected addition to the story and, in a voice colored with lavish empathy, declared, "Ah, my dearest Haruhi! You find an admirable kinship with the plight of the poor commoner who-"
"No. You just aren't sticking to the story, senpai."
Kyouya Scrooge, true to character, merely continued working through this exchange, already aware that his hired help did not contribute to productivity of his business venture in any
And, further departing from the already sad state of the canon of one of the source materials, two identical looking boys appeared at the elbows of the anomalous girl and intoned in unison, "Haru~hi! You're not even supposed to be in this part of the story."
Her response was nonplussed. "Neither are you two."
Having had enough of this extreme digression (and perhaps thinking it cemented a trend already gaining momentum within his labor force), Kyouya Scrooge stood up. And, somehow managing to look both completely nonchalant and rather menacing at the same time, propelled his glasses up his nose with his index figure. Regarding the girl who had found her way into the scene at hand, he simply said, in a pleasant tone, "Haruhi, if you have specific grievances as to how this plot arc is developing, I would be happy to hold a private consultation regarding this at the…expense of my own time."
4. The wedge of light from Clef's study intruded out into the hallway and, purposefully, Umi drew herself up and walked right past again, throwing only the barest glance into the depths of the room. She could see her consort, his coronet and elaborate robes gone, leaning his head upon his elbow, jerking his head almost imperceptibly from the charts sprawled over his massive desk at the sound of her footsteps on the tiled floor.
And, knowing Clef as she did, Umi was certain that he wasn't actually doing much with those charts. He probably intended that she find him like that - feigning looking miserable and sad so that she would just give in.
Not this time. He had embarrassed her in front of the council, insulted a friend, and - most grave of all his offenses that evening! - she had upset Aria. And Umi was so angry by this point that she had no problem whatsoever avoiding his ploy.
Rather, giving herself over to the cold fury that she had more or less controlled since taking Aria away from the council chamber, she marched swiftly to her bedroom and firmly shut the door. After changing into her nightgown she sat on the bed and eyed the door for a moment, before rolling into it and laying so that her back was to the door.
Clef wanted drag out that old argument again tonight she was in the trenches waiting for it.
5. "Your innocence was a cherished thought of Miss Pennington's until the day she died. I dare say she could not have bestowed such sentiments on a more unworthy human being. Now, tell Miss Eleanor.""
"Harry," came one breathless word. Eleanor wasn't sure what to do about this. "The foul gits the Dursleys," he said, looking straight at Eleanor, "Find them."
"You're not going to - murder them, are you?"
The prisoner looked rather morbidly amused by this and let out a short, crackling and mirthless laugh.
"I only intend to commit one murder. And it will be my first."
"Come along, I'll look it up on the computer - mind you, I'm doing this because of my sister. And no magic - Catherine almost always blew the circuit breakers at our old home when she did…just…sit there. Maybe help yourself to something in the kitchen."
Sitting down and looking at the dismaying result that came of searching for the Dursleys, she asked for more halting information, wondering why she was doing this.
But she already knew the answers.
Because my sister told me stories about a fantastically sarcastic git who could change himself into a dog. Because my sister died sitting on that windowsill looking out to the sea, as if she might be able to see that same git. Because she said that her life wasn't the only one destroyed, nor would it be the last.
6. Ella had no idea of the state of upheaval of the outside world. Avalanche, Cloud, Jenova, and Sephiroth were merely names she heard in whispered voices from scientists barely within her earshot. They were not the main components of her daily life. Even the threat of Meteor did not make a dent in her world: if she was to die in this hole, there wasn’t a thing she could do about it. She still heard rumors of a girl who had escaped the clutches of the scientists some years before that the Turks still were looking for. It was because of her she was down here, otherwise she could have come up with an escape plan and lived a somewhat normal life.
Damn that girl.
Oh well, she supposed that she could never have had a normal life anyways. She looked down out her hands again, marked by their gloves. Yep, normality was certainly out of the question for her. In fact, it hardly even seemed strange that she was climbing up a small pipe with a 12 story drop beneath her. The top world, a distant memory of childhood, was all the more alien. Meteors crash had littered debris and pockets of flame everywhere. The ground was littered with those who either did not have the sense to evacuate, or never had the monetary means to do so.
7. Nick, examining the rug, called from behind them, “I got some brown hairs here.”
Warrick walked back in and leaning on the doorpost said, casually, “The good news is we got two witnesses to our crime.”
Catherine looked up in disbelief, “You’ve got to be kidding.”
Warrick cracked a half smile, “And here comes the bad news….they’re a cat and a parrot.”
Kelcie rolled her eyes, “Great, we can go ask it, ‘Polly, want a murder?’ ”
8. They looked down at the course description: “The Psychology of Serial Killers,” wondering what this was, in fact a euphemism for. Dr. Yamazaki was a well known rogue within the college department - whatever his course descriptions stated could almost always be counted as a clever ruse to put a much more controversial topic past the university administrators. Some students signed up for his courses just to see how audacious he would be next.
Dr. Yamazaki stood up, causing the room to take on a tense, expectant silence.
“I see,” he said rather easily, sweeping his gaze over the packed auditorium and the students sitting in the aisles, “That my reputation is very much intact.”
There was a murmur of humorous agreement.
“So, I suppose you are wondering what indeed I have in store for you this time…you, I hope, shall not be disappointed. And yes, the course description given to you by the academic department has been completely revised, probably much to your satisfaction.”
He shuffled his notes again and turned on the digital projector. As the blue screen behind him counted down as the device warmed up, he continued, “Please disregard most of the texts noted - doubtless those who have taken courses from me prior to this will not have purchased any of them yet.
“From here,” when the screen indicated it was ready, he clicked a button, “We shall jump firmly into the land of conjecture.”
The emblazoned word behind him alternatively caused gasps and shudders in the assembled students.
In fifty foot tall letters, written in a stylized and untidy scrawl was only one word: Kira.
Yeah...I should really play guess the fandom on some of these...