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.MS active logs (Nanao4 Fisher4 Aizen2) need to post by 04-03-08
FisherZaraki (The Maggots Crawl In, The Maggots Crawl Out), NanaoShunsuiJyuushirou (Coming Home), FisherGin (New, Used, Abused), FisherShinji (Freedom Is Another Word), NanaoKiyone (Dressed For Success), AizenGin (Short An Assistant), NanaoKuukaku (Liquid Fire), NanaoFisherCirucci (Burning Down The House), AizenUlquiorra (Spare the Rod);
.MS logs (Nanao1Fisher0 Aizen1 ) to be edited and posted
AizenStark (PHB), NanaoNemu (A Boy Like That)
.MS planned logs, no particular order (Nanao2 Fisher2 Aizen7)
NanaoRetsu (Running Away), FisherJyuushirou (Mentor), FisherJyuushirouShunsui (Lost and Found), NanaoShunsui (You Did What), AizenMenori (Oh, Aizen-sama!), AizenGin (Winter Wars), AizenGin (Listening In), AizenFisherGin? (Changing Hands), AizenTousenGin ( This Will Be The Day That I Die), AizenGinKira (Big Boss On Top), AizenRetsu (Band Aid)
.MS fic
.TtS active logs (Nanao1)
NanaoUnohanaIchigo (Poke Me!)
.TtS planned logs, no particular order (Nanao1)
NanaoRenjiRangiku (Rukongai Reports)
NanaoChad (If I say Jump, You Say How High
.post_host active logs (Haruhi1)
HaruhiTamaki (Ladies Who Lunch
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. life So I got the consultant job and am now installed as science writer at a certain pharmacological company, yay. The commute is between 1.5 and 2.5 hours each direction, which decreases the yay somewhat, but I'll live. In the meantime, someone else has to do the housework. 
.rpg Tags might be slow and weekendly. Mail, PM still good to get in touch with me.
.fic I've finished ten pieces of shortfic that should have been done years ago, but weren't. Also, remember the Quatre for President 2004 Challenge? Yep, working on that one again. Tags: family, fic, gw, life, pantheon, pmk, selma
Current Mood:  accomplished
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I am such a doofus. Have I told you about the phone interview? Of course I have. I told everyone in the whole world about it, some of them today. And yet, it comes as a surprise to me, when I'm in the shower. To get off to a bad start, they open with: tell us, what do you want do do? what would you do with 1,000,000 dollar for research? Which by the way are two different questions. So I babble. I tell them about everything I'd like to do, some of which isn't physically possible yet, and I make, not a fool, but a doofus of myself. I pace back and forth in the hallway and I tell them about my past research and what we did and thought and why in greater detail than anyone ever would want to know. They are five nice old gentlemen, all professors and they want me to succeed and I just, argh. It gets worse. I get to ask questions and at the very last minute, I blurt out: Are there any daycares in Cambridge? Because honestly, the website says there aren't. and you have to get nannies Okay. I ask five British gentlemen with a combined age of about 350 years, so of course they have no clue. One mentions that he drives by something called so-and-so, surely that's a daycare center. Another thinks that place is a toy store. The third promises to find out. I thank them profusely for their time, hang up and collapse under the weight of my own dorkitude. Also? Selma Bentell HATES YOU. .  ETA: No, I didn't get the job. They didn't think my vision agreed with theirs and that's fair. For example, I did tell them that I didn't think stem cells would be helpful with Alzheimer's disease -- there are lot of reasons why I don't think so. But I'm not sad, since I'd probably would have turned down the job anyway. If anything, I'm a bit relieved. And to show you that Selma can be cute, too, I give you this:  (Both pics by ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) d_benway)
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London was dreary rain in Camden, Starbucks coffee near Trafalgar Square and an interview for science editor. at Middlesex House The last included a test (spelling, grammar, task prioritizing, abstracts review) which I may or may not have flunked due to sprinting for the Channel train. However, they agreed to a higher salary than normal, so it looks like they do want me or someone like me. Then I was off to Vienna, where I met up with S, A and H. Lunch was Tunisian, dinner Nepalese and in-between, we had apfelstrudel, topfelstrudel and did a great deal of frivolous shopping. We considered going to the opera (Tosca), but decided against it in favour of flopping on S's bed with some white wine and snacks and just catch up with each other. We don't do that enough. As usual, when going out with S, we got at least one complimentary dish; she's that beautiful and charming. The day after, we went to an exhibition of Lippizaner horses, in the Spanish Riding School. The skill of riders and horses was amazing. Then we drove out to a vineyard in Krems by the Rhen, shopped around for local wines, jams and beauty products and thought of climbing the hill to an old monastery, but didn't have time for it. Pumpkin soup and schnitzel at a very Austrian eatery, before we went to the airport and back to where we came from. The flight to Sweden was something of an ordeal, as the air pressure changes hurt Selma's ears and the surrounding passengers were uncharitable. The second night, she threw up all over my father's room. But things got better. I met up with C and taught her how to make mayonnaise for paella, then A&A and E for a family evening and lemon chicken with baked veggies. E, who is 2 years old ate more than twenty olives and pestered Selma endlessly. We also visited my aunt and were visited by her. I bought monster boots and pink shiny shoes for Selma. We went to Hagelby and Torekallberget to see sheep, goats, rabbits, cows, pigs, horses and hens. Also a cat. Then we flew back to Belgium. Selma slept in my lap the whole way. J was at the airport and everything was as it should be. No further job news. Just more interviews and writing of writing samples. I've pretty much decided against the monastery lab as well as the largely belief-based bioengineering. Science editing seems like the best bet. While in Sweden, I lost internet access as my parents had been fiddling with their wireless to the point where it all got hopelessly muddled. I only had brief bursts of connection -- my apologies to everyone, especially people who tried to IM me! I do not mean to be a jerk. Tags: austria, family, friends, london, selma, sweden, uk, vienna
Current Mood:  calm
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Haven't done a personal update since last year, so it's about time. Everyone new, please be welcome! Also, a very happy birthday to ajremix ! Prompt me for drabble if you like and I'll see what I can do. .work: I finished up my Marie Curie Fellowship in July and submitted the report despite CORDIS Helpdesk's best efforts to the contrary. Now I'm looking for something completely different and am pretty sure I'll find it. I've interviewed for science editor, biochip R&D engineer as well as classical post-doc jobs (one in a 15th century monastery!). In the meantime, I faff around doing nothing and being housewifely. .health: Has been rotten since I put Selma in daycare a year ago. It'll get better eventually. .travels: Went to Sweden to see family and friends in July. Six places in ten days, we're not doing that again, but it was fun while it lasted. Will be going to Vienna with friends next week and back to Stockholm after that. London for interviews, but I don't know when. .writing: Um. I wrote MS! drabbles for Tsuki, Ikkaku and Nanao variety. That's about it. Regarding the RPs I'm part of, I regret having so little time for chat, but I'm always open for logging and only ever an IM, PM or email away. .other things of notice: Belgium doesn't currently have a government, and Pakistani protesters get our colours wrong (not that it matters much, since the flag is burning anyway). .family: I love having a family. Here is my big girl on a horse. She yelled "cow" at it, but it didn't take offense.
 Tags: 2nd_postdoc, belgium, selma, sweden, travels
Current Mood:  chipper
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