Salutations!
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xp_journalFabulous, fabulous! Glad to see you're all getting along with the project so well.
My silence and absence may indicate that I've been a bit, shall we say, occupied lately? Preoccupied? Postoccupied? No matter. Don't get any ideas; it's nothing fun, unless careful gene splicing for hours at a time in a tiny white room before teleconferencing with men in starched ties is your idea of a sally picnic. But as much as it pains me to be away from all you little bundles of joy -- and the staff too -- duty calls. I'll post whenever I can, and return as soon as I can get away.
If any of you should need something with regards to the project (or anything at all, really) and find yourself completely and utterly incapable of dealing with it on your own -- which is, of course, a purely hypothetical situation, as you all -- even the staff -- are fine and capable beings -- don't hesitate to drop me a line here. I'd suggest email, but I see the problem of 'spam' (dreadful thing) has already been discussed, and I have questions about the security of my mail server, as they won't let me near its more delicate components after the last little techie and I had a bit of a falling-out (artistic differences, of course; I had a sense of art, and he didn't). But as long as I can keep an eye on this, near, far, wherever I ... er ... am, I'll be satisfied with its brick-wall ability to keep out the big bad wolves of the world.
As for me, well, I've obviously been spending most of my time with my new image editor. Such fun! And to think I was worried about not having a current photograph of myself.
I think it's a striking likeness.
My silence and absence may indicate that I've been a bit, shall we say, occupied lately? Preoccupied? Postoccupied? No matter. Don't get any ideas; it's nothing fun, unless careful gene splicing for hours at a time in a tiny white room before teleconferencing with men in starched ties is your idea of a sally picnic. But as much as it pains me to be away from all you little bundles of joy -- and the staff too -- duty calls. I'll post whenever I can, and return as soon as I can get away.
If any of you should need something with regards to the project (or anything at all, really) and find yourself completely and utterly incapable of dealing with it on your own -- which is, of course, a purely hypothetical situation, as you all -- even the staff -- are fine and capable beings -- don't hesitate to drop me a line here. I'd suggest email, but I see the problem of 'spam' (dreadful thing) has already been discussed, and I have questions about the security of my mail server, as they won't let me near its more delicate components after the last little techie and I had a bit of a falling-out (artistic differences, of course; I had a sense of art, and he didn't). But as long as I can keep an eye on this, near, far, wherever I ... er ... am, I'll be satisfied with its brick-wall ability to keep out the big bad wolves of the world.
As for me, well, I've obviously been spending most of my time with my new image editor. Such fun! And to think I was worried about not having a current photograph of myself.
I think it's a striking likeness.
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Date: 2003-05-12 10:18 pm (UTC)Can't imagine why they wouldn't want your shining face keeping the children in line, but if you'd like to grace me with it, I could hardly refuse the pleasure of your company. You may be relegated to the status of beaker boy, but I can't imagine that being a position with which you're too unfamiliar.
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Date: 2003-05-12 10:42 pm (UTC)Perhaps the staff is afraid my shining face, as you so aptly put it, will be a distraction to the learning process. Or maybe Jean is just reminding me to replace Ororo's coffee, which I have already done. I think I'd prefer to be your beaker boy, though. As long as you don't ask me to man the burners again; you might not have nerve endings in your fur, but singed wings do hurt a little.
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Date: 2003-05-12 11:38 pm (UTC)No burners this time, so your pretty feathers have little to fear -- so long as goo washes out of wings as easily as it washes out of fur. I have a very good soap I can recommend. It smells a bit of cranberries, which has always pleased me indescribably.
Of course, you can't come visit me tomorrow if I've made the mistake of staying up late again and have fallen asleep face-down in the petri dishes. This would be the sound of my hauling my furry blue carcass bedward.