Quantum Physics 123: Monday 28 November

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor has sourdough bread, jam, and cream cheese out this morning. He looks happy but tired.]

Morning. I hope you all had a brilliant holiday, as I did. [He does not look at Cally or Crichton, because he'll start laughing.] And since I'm merciful, we'll work our way back into the swing of things with something relatively easy. We're going to watch part of Somewhere in Time, which, I should warn you, is ridiculously sappy...and find the fallacies in it.

After that, you may ask me questions about your final projects. ONLY about your final projects. And no, I didn't bring the pictures--as I said, I need a good reason to do so. [He smirks.] Also, if you'd be interested in taking a class with me next semester, do let me know. This one might actually involve practical work, if I can get it passed by the dean.


((That website, by the way, is ace. I highly recommend it if you want to poke around.))

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack leans over. "Give. And why did you guys wait until I was out of town to do strip poker, huh?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"The Dean is making us put on a holiday pageant and I'm playing Little Drummer Boy. Callisto, Bridge, Cally and Anders also got parts," John says but doesn't uncover his face. "And it just...turned into strip triad. We were bored and tipsy and wanted to have fun. And the gremlins stole our clothes and we were naked and the Dean saw us."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack groans. "All the fun stuff happens when I'm somewhere else. And I cannot *wait* to see the holiday pageant. Is the little drummer boy anything like the little wooden boy and should we keep Lockheed away?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure it'll happen again, Jack," John tells him and can't believe he just said that. "And yeah, you and the whole school. We might have to sing. I can't sing. I can't even walk without tripping. And god, I hope not. I don't want to burn!"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam tried to give John a sympathetic look, but probably failed miserably. "I didn't know you were a drummer, Crichton."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"I don't drum," John exclaims. "I don't act! I don't sing. Oh god, I'm a Little Drummer Boy."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Okay, calm down, Crichton. There have been many Little Drummer Boys throughout history, and they've all made it through their pageants unharmed."

"I'm sure Janet would be able to tell you if embarrassment was fatal, if you asked her."

She shrugged. "Maybe Professor Ted would be able to point you in the direction of someone who might actually know how to play the drums?"