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I want everyone to know I have the best boyfriend in the world. I'm sorry to anyone else who was under the impression their SO was the best; I'm afraid that's just not accurate.

I am also going to cave and buy a DVD plugin for WMP because frankly, downloading AVS DVD is not practical at the connection speeds available to me right now. And I feel like I need David Tennant in my life right now, I really do.

What I don't need to do is look up the Wikipedia article on arbalests or the etymology of "faculty," but I'll probably be doing that in the city tomorrow anyway.

To plumb the depths of my geekitude, allow me to reconstruct a conversation MA and I had while attempting to give her moral support for a meeting with her director. (I'd give you the exact IMs but I had to delete some of theme.)

me: My role model is Daniel Jackson. So I might die, but I'll always be back—it just might take a season or so.
MA: I want to be Zoe. I'm afraid I'm a redshirt.
MA: Actually, I feel like Scotty. "I cannae change the laws of funding!" Or, to continue the theme, Bones. "Dammit, Daria, I'm a volunteer, not an advertising campaign!"
me: As long as you're not River, I think you're good. Just try not to kill anyone with your brain.
MA: What about blunt objects?
No, you can't be Jayne, either.

Earlier in the week:

MA: …that would require a series of conversations with my counterpart. Want to borrow her?
me: Only for a series of ethically dubious experiments at combining her with Oleg to create the perfect counterpart.
MA: We need a dark tower and a series of apparati to harness the power of lighting. How are you at splicing?
me: Not so hot, but I can cackle and sew.
MA: Hey, my mom's a doctor and my brother writes science fiction. I feel like I've got enough background to figure this sucker out as we go. And I've got a "they all said I was mad" speech ready to go.

This is why we get along, kids.

On the less positive side, though, I got a text out of the blue from Э the other day; remember how badly she was getting along with her counterpart? Well, that counterpart is now out of the picture—she's pregnant, and in this country pregnant women are treated as the most fragile things in the world. (If I'm not allowed to lift heavy objects now because I might become sterile…well, you get the picture.) But her final parting gift was to tell the other school in their village that Ashley had gone back to America so that they wouldn't ask her to help with their summer camp. No, really.

Peace Corps curse: may you work with interesting people.