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I felt this needed it's own post.

Pete Wisdom, if you don't start putting on a pair of trousers before leaving your apartment, I will remove your balls with a nail file.

Right. Looks like it's time for another lesson in keyboard usage.

Okay, if you want to make a capital letter, or use the top symbol on a key with two symbols? You're going to want to use the rectangular key with the little arrow pointing up and the word 'Shift' on it. There are two of them on a keyboard. You have to hold it down while you type the letter, not just press it beforehand. If you want to make several letters in a row capital, use the rectangular button that says 'Caps Lock'. That one you just press, not hold, but please remember to turn it off after. Spaces are made using the really long rectangular bar with no words on it. If you make a mistake and want to get rid of it, use the rectangular key with the left-pointing arrow that says 'Backspace'. I'm pretty sure that's it, but if you have any more questions, just ask. I'm not even thinking about going to go into coding right now.

I suppose this place isn't so bad. I mean - I could do a lot better, and I have and will. But for a quick move after my previous flat mysteriously burned down?** I'd say these are nice digs.





**That had nothing to do with me, by the way. Hence the mystery.

Seems like more and more people from my universe are showing up. This is kind of cool. At least most of them are used to people coming back and don't freak out.

I feel massively geeky for saying this, nothing new there, but do I really have to wait a whole month for classes to start up again? I'm really looking forward to finishing up my graduate work.

Dr. McKay, do you have anything I can help with before I get bored and start testing what electrical equipment my power does and does not short circuit again? So far the does is everything. And the does not is nothing.

Right. I know New York when I look out the window but I also know this ain't the school dorm I went to sleep in. I know that mostly in part because the school isn't in New York City but sits all nice and cozy in Salem Center. There is no Ole One Eye strolling around glaring behind his specs and the Professor sure as hell ain't rolling around this place either. I am sure as anything going to get blamed for it all too. They always pick on me because I make the smallest amount of trouble on occasion. I don't even see any sign of Wolvsie either. This is drumming up to suck cause they sure aren't answering the phone at home the school.

With my luck this is some crack job alternate reality the team is always talking about when they think none of us are listening. So anyone care to tell me where the hell I actually am?

I'm Jubilee by the way. If you make fun of my name you will reep the consequences and they aren't pretty.

This is totally not my damn room! Who the hell is messing with me?! I swear to the glory of the mall when I find you I am shooting fireworks down your pants!

...I'm alive and in another time... another city. How did I--?

I thought it was over.

So, Zach, I was thinking.

You want to go out with me?

So um not good at this.

What's the best way to actually ask...someone....out?

I figure getting ideas is good.

Well slap my ass and call me Daddy. Where the hell did I turn up now?

what is this thing? and where AM I? THIS PLACE IS


WHY IS THE DEMON-BOX SHOUTING?

Finals are over and I just have a mountain of marking to do. The upside of this is that I no longer have to teach idiotic hormonal late teens that didn't even know what Newton's laws of motion were before they entered my classroom.

Thank god I don't have to deal with them for an entire summer. I'm trying to negotiate my timetable so that I no longer have to teach undergraduates and that I most definitely do not have to teach freshmen. Ever again.

I do have something to take up my time over the summer so at least I won't be bored.

Okay...so, I'm bored. Which is kinda funny considering I blew up my toaster this morning. Yes, you read that right...long story. Okay, maybe blew up is a little strong for what happened, but there were sparks and stuff and it was kind of crazy and now the toaster is dead. RIP toaster. But that's not the point. The point is, I'm bored. That's the one frustrating part of break. No school means too much free time.

And I'm back. ANyone miss me even a little?

Why, why, why are undergraduate students so stupid that they cannot grasp the basic facts of physics? These are people who want to major in the subject and yet they are far too stupid to grasp the basics! How my students managed to get into an Ivy League college is beyond me.

I think I should get a PhD student to teach these idiots and hope that by the time I teach them again that they can at least manage basic mathematics and know the simplest laws of physics!

Honestly. Idiots, the lot of them!

Hm.

Well, at least this apartment is a damn sight better than my old digs.

So bored right now, it isn't even funny. Seriously, it's so not fair that Johnny had to go back to the Baxter Building.

Where might one venture in order to procure some sort of Christmas ... sustenance?

I feel that I should continue to perpetuate the holiday season despite the lack of anything remotely festive about my mood or temporary living quarters.

Putting a star on the largest tree in the world rocks. It just does.