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The End of Gallifrey

( Logs )

( private to the Master || unhackable and written in high Gallifreyan for extra... unhackability? )

So I popped back to Earth to see the upgrade of the Large Hadron Collider. CERN is surprisingly tetchy about people poking about, you know. Who wouldn've guessed? Anyhow - as soon as I found a way into the tunnel, I found a loose dipole magnet. As soon as I aligned that, they uh... fired up the Collider. Luckily it didn't work, so I didn't get ( Read more... )

I took a little trip to clear my head and met a few old friends this evening. That's always by turns lovely and frightening. Lovely because you see how they've changed and grown, but frightening because we're all aging and will never again be the people we met the first time. This might not seem such a big a deal to most of you, but when you're ( Read more... )

These past few days have been... not what I expected. First, the MDEA is... well, not lying, but definitely not telling the full truth about its genesis. Then, an old enemy friend nemesis colleague ... er, someone I once knew showed up rather inexplicably. And now Rose is nine years old, so I can't even properly warn her or explain ( Read more... )

So I was lecturing on medieval European history yesterday, when I got a very good (and seemingly obvious) request that I prepare a lecture on the history of Desai. Unfortunately, when I went to the library at Olympus' library, I found nothing more than fifty years' worth of travel brochures, even though a very charming librarian helped me. My own ( Read more... )

Well, New Years Eve went exceedingly well, I think. My thanks to Mr Wayne for throwing the party. I've hardly left home over the last few days. I've been... busy, you know ( Read more... )

Christmas, this year, has been brilliant. I haven't had to fight one enemy. I've had sleighrides, snow, and presents - oh, presents! For Claire, I got a music box that played Le Mal du Pays, for Matt, a pearPod quadro to sync with his motorbike, for Martha, a plush version of the Epstein-Barr virus, and for Rose, a nebula encased in a crystalline ( Read more... )

So the city is still swept up in Zombie Madness (not to be confused with Mall Madness, Space Madness, or Mad Cow... Madness), I see. Personally, I've been ensconced in my own little bubble of Christmas cheer (and mulled wine), so no plague-ridden bite victims here. Buuuuut I've hit a snag. You see, Christmas isn't a tradition I hold near and dear ( Read more... )

Oh, Matt, I'm sorry I missed your zombie hunt! I hope it was fun. I was busy trying to make Christmas happen in the TARDIS, and I accidentally set my kitchen on fire. Stop by when you have time (unless you're undead - in which case, er, call first).