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*koff* *hack* *thpht* *sniff* *sneeze* *snorkle* *drip* *noseblow* *NOSEBLOW*

...I has a pleege.

(I'm always the last one to get it.)

Never mind, one thing to raise my spirits was a random encounter with a previously unknown Who fan outside the office building as I was headed out. Random person with a Seal of Rassilon tattoo who was complaining that most of her friends don't know what it means. And I diiiiid.

...Well, I missed my chance to meet Shaun that particular night, but wasn't particularly bothered. (I had plenty of other opportunities.)

Instead, took some time out to get to know the nabe a bit better, and ended up taking the Big Blue Bus (line 3, which stops just outside the hotel parking lot) to Santa Monica. A public bus. The concierge was almost apologetic about the fact it cost a princely 75 cents one-way. Heck, if it only covered more of the city I'd willingly have paid more! Never mind.
First impressions: like someone'd taken a butter knife to a metropolis the size of NYC and spread it, and spread it, and spread it. (Though, actually, considering the population stats, it's more like someone stapled a couple of NYCs together before spreading.) And then added far too many auto-shops, or auto-friendly bars and restaurants.

Haven't had time to 'liveblog' as I hoped. Updates will be forthcoming.

Meanwhile a little link of use to a forthcoming AladdinFic:

Hey, I'm the Doctor. I can save the universe using a kettle and some string! And look at me, I'm wearing a vegetable!

(was Angus MacGyver really another renegade Time Lord working undercover on Earth?)

I promise not to load this place with memes (it's a fiction repository), but I couldn't resist this one gakked from assorted LiveJournallers in the Who fandom, especially since the responses to the questionnaire have shown just how diverse the fandom is.
Warning: long.

...yikes.

Type 40, Interrupted
by Brewster North
for JR-B for the “Aladdin Fiction” festival, launched Xmas 2007
Three Wishes (Doctor Who fandom): The Doctor's TARDIS, The Master's TARDIS, not the Master
Length: 522 words
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: strongish language and, er, toilet humour.
Spoilers: a hint at the first (2005) season only (the rest is strictly old-school Who; a 'missing scene' from the last episode of Season Eighteen)
Disclaimer: this is a work of non-commercial fan fiction based upon and inspired by the works of more experienced and talented persons than the author. Doctor Who and TARDIS are © the BBC. Thanks also due to the excellent T. Pratchett, OBE, for a certain neologism.

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... I decided that I would get this site going with some all-new fiction written just for some friends of mine. (Most of them are Doctor Who fans, so the fic will reflect that.)

Each person was asked, round about last Christmas, if they wanted to contribute three "wishes" for a fic they'd like written (hence my name for this one-orfuh-ficathon, "AladdinFic").

I'll be posting these little by little in the order I get them done: one is already complete at time of writing and will be posted soon.

Gallifrey Nineteen minus 27 days.

Must get that wig in order...