'Gateverse remix challenge
Since I see that Remix/Redux signups are going on, I might have left this too long :)
But -- I still wanna do a Gateverse-specific remix challenge, and I've got The Minion (who is very agreeable to this sort of thing) writing me a signup-and-matching-people routine, and so if people are still interested, more details soon.
Also: to those of you who asked for "ten years after Freedom's Just Another Word" in the timestamp meme? I hate you. I'm just saying. I spent hours with Wikipedia open in the background last night, dammit, and the tone for that story is so hard to recapture. On the other hand, it's letting me explicitly throw in some of the things about the "missing years" that I thought of and never got a chance to put, so.
Working title, which will get that song stuck in the heads of any Fruvous fan, is "and the band's playing 'hail to the chief'", and since it's going to take me longer than I thought it would, here, have the opening three paragraphs:
Fifteen years after Rodney begins teaching at The Little State University That Could, Dr. Vail announces his retirement, and -- for his sins, Rodney says mournfully, and Katherine, who is the only person who has managed to learn not to take him seriously, laughs -- Rodney is appointed chairman of the Physics department. It's a foregone conclusion; he's been assistant chair for longer than he cares to think about, and despite a perpetual inability to ever remember a name for more than five minutes and a blatant disregard for playing by the rules, he has always been more than adequate at administrivia.
He drops from teaching three courses a semester (and researching, and mentoring, and lobbying for grant money) to teaching two courses a semester (and researching, and mentoring, and lobbying for grant money, and filling out paperwork, and complaining to everyone who will listen and some people who will not how much he hates filling out paperwork). The remainder of the department rolls their eyes -- they've figured out that much about how to deal with him in a snit -- and starts bringing their paperwork to Katherine, the new assistant chair, instead. Rodney carefully does not smile about this where anyone can see him, but one dismal October morning Katherine threatens to set it on fire in his trash basket anyway.
He has settled on a four-semester cycle for his section of PHYS441. The official registration website calls them "Sociology of Scientific Discovery", "Current Problems in Science", "Practical Crisis Problemsolving", and "Scientific Ethics", but he still calls them "How People Have Fucked Up The World Recently", "How People Are Fucking Up The World Right Now", "How You Too Can Avoid Fucking Up The World", and "Why Not Fucking Up The World Really Matters". Kim, the departmental administrative assistant who is still the only person who knows everything about everybody, has learned his shorthand; his syllabi are filed under what he considers the courses' real titles.
But -- I still wanna do a Gateverse-specific remix challenge, and I've got The Minion (who is very agreeable to this sort of thing) writing me a signup-and-matching-people routine, and so if people are still interested, more details soon.
Also: to those of you who asked for "ten years after Freedom's Just Another Word" in the timestamp meme? I hate you. I'm just saying. I spent hours with Wikipedia open in the background last night, dammit, and the tone for that story is so hard to recapture. On the other hand, it's letting me explicitly throw in some of the things about the "missing years" that I thought of and never got a chance to put, so.
Working title, which will get that song stuck in the heads of any Fruvous fan, is "and the band's playing 'hail to the chief'", and since it's going to take me longer than I thought it would, here, have the opening three paragraphs:
Fifteen years after Rodney begins teaching at The Little State University That Could, Dr. Vail announces his retirement, and -- for his sins, Rodney says mournfully, and Katherine, who is the only person who has managed to learn not to take him seriously, laughs -- Rodney is appointed chairman of the Physics department. It's a foregone conclusion; he's been assistant chair for longer than he cares to think about, and despite a perpetual inability to ever remember a name for more than five minutes and a blatant disregard for playing by the rules, he has always been more than adequate at administrivia.
He drops from teaching three courses a semester (and researching, and mentoring, and lobbying for grant money) to teaching two courses a semester (and researching, and mentoring, and lobbying for grant money, and filling out paperwork, and complaining to everyone who will listen and some people who will not how much he hates filling out paperwork). The remainder of the department rolls their eyes -- they've figured out that much about how to deal with him in a snit -- and starts bringing their paperwork to Katherine, the new assistant chair, instead. Rodney carefully does not smile about this where anyone can see him, but one dismal October morning Katherine threatens to set it on fire in his trash basket anyway.
He has settled on a four-semester cycle for his section of PHYS441. The official registration website calls them "Sociology of Scientific Discovery", "Current Problems in Science", "Practical Crisis Problemsolving", and "Scientific Ethics", but he still calls them "How People Have Fucked Up The World Recently", "How People Are Fucking Up The World Right Now", "How You Too Can Avoid Fucking Up The World", and "Why Not Fucking Up The World Really Matters". Kim, the departmental administrative assistant who is still the only person who knows everything about everybody, has learned his shorthand; his syllabi are filed under what he considers the courses' real titles.