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[victormakesart]

Turned twenty-two today.

Not a big deal, but my age is symmetrical now, which is pretty neat. That only happens once every eleven years.

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[not_an_icebeam]

Happy birthday! We've got a present for you.

[victormakesart]

That's so sweet of you! I don't want you guys to go out of your way, though.

[not_an_icebeam]

Nah, it's no biggie. There's only so much science you can cram into one 24-hour period, anyway. (24 hours' worth, to be exact. A depressingly small amount.) We were looking for a break.

Also, the Doctor wants to know if you'd rather have birthday dinner with Tolkein, Taliesin, or some other British-y writer whose name starts with T.

[victormakesart]

(I'm so excited!) Yeah, science/time ratios are always pretty sad. Like art/time ratios. Not at all like coffee/blood ratios. If only it were that simple.

...oh gosh. He can surprise me, but I'm leaning toward Tolkien! Because, in plain English, and to quote the great Mister Keanu Reeves: woah.

[not_an_icebeam]

Sadly, caffeine isn't an appropriate substitute for blood platelets. Yet. Science, and by science, I mean me, is still working at it, and by still working at it, I mean drawing little caffeine molecules and tracing them on microscopes.

Great! I'll let him know. Everything's set up for when whenever you want to go.

[victormakesart]

If it were, I'd be about four times healthier than I am right now, and since I am practically a posterchild for good health and bzzzzzzttt-- hey, I am-- I think the Master installed something on my computer that won't let me lie. Give me a second.

Thank you! I am the tallest person e--bzzzzzztttt. I am well-informed in matters of roman--bzzzzzzzztttt.

Darn it.

[not_an_icebeam]

Insert appropriately schadenfreude-laden laugh..... here.

[victormakesart]

You punk and your sassafrassing... laughter!

[not_an_icebeam]

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You old folks don't understand the true paradigms of the new generation. While you're whining about sassafrass, I'm going to brush up on my Elvish.

(Fact: I do not in fact have Elvish to bush up on. It just sounds impressive if I say otherwise.)

[victormakesart]

I don't understand modern youth. Oh, the mysteries of you debauched youngsters, with your scooters and your hair gel. Oh, the questions that you bring up, with your fancy shoes with the wheels in them, and the sideways baseball cap. Golly, sir. Golly.

(That is impressive-sounding.)

[not_an_icebeam]

Just let me say, you are going to be a fantastic old person in the old person's home and I appreciate all the practice you're putting into it now.

[victormakesart]

Thank you! At least someone notices! I'm on a practice schedule.

[not_an_icebeam]

How's that working out for you? Put the fear of God into any middleschoolers lately?

[victormakesart]

Twice a week, thirty-minutes a day, because I'm too gosh darn old to practice for much longer. No deity fear, but fear of sugary drinks. (Part of my diabolical plan to drink all of the soda.)

[not_an_icebeam]

Thank God someone is limiting kids' access to sugary, caffeinated drinks. If not you, Victor, then who? (Then whom?)

[victormakesart]

No one, if not me. I'm performing a super important service.