Second Verse, Same as the First
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tanarillI am tired of walking. Really tired of it. I must have walked miles yesterday in the factory. And then I walked miles again today. But first things first.
I spend a happy hour discovering that HP writes good instructions. Actually, they don't use instructions at all, just pictures. But getting all the stuff set up and hooked together was Not Impossible. It wasn't even vaguely confusing. Then I turned it on and spent some time figuring out how to use the without having duplicate screens. Once I feel more comfortable with the system, I'll set it up to dual screen, but in the meantime . . . Anyway, the computer is a real sweety, even if the software has already forced an emergency shutdown. She didn't let it affect her at all, even though I had to have the help of an IT person to get to my email. She needs a name, obviously. Suggestions?
Then I went on the campus tour. Unlike the factory tour, the campus tour was just for us interns. For the most part, it was meh. We visited Teardown, though, which is cool because watching people rip cars apart to see how they were put together is never not-cool. And then we went to the wind tunnel.
It is massive. Really huge. We walked around the other side to see the fan. The fan is forty-three feet in diameter. The max wind speed is a hundred and thirty mph. They were setting up for a run, but sadly we did not get to see it. We did go underneath to see the balance system that tracks how the car behaves in the wind. It can carry something like wight metric tons and register a ten gram weight change. Impressive stuff.
Then I went back to my desk and read email. Being out for three months ensures that I always have a lot of email to read when I get back. Big Sis has already started the four-hundred page epic that will be our correspondence this term :P After email, I began research on biodiesel. They're all methyl esters, which is one of the things on the "ignore these" list -_- But I think I've found a patent that's talking about hydrogenating, which is a first step. Tomorrow I meet my librarian and get access to interesting thing like the Journal of Biodiesels, which should help.
So I have gone on two tours in as many days and am vaguely dreading the research part of this research project. And also wondering if they really think it is going to take me three months.
Title: Maru-Raba
Fandom: Taming of the Shrew
Rating: PG
Warnings: Kissing. Still chaste.
Katharina had often wondered what it was, exactly, that made men who so feared her tongue delighted to see others at it's mercy. Of course Petruchio was hers and allowed to cheer her on. But then Hortensio egged his wife on as well! Bianca, for once, did the sensible thing and got all three of them away with nearly no fuss. Maybe married life had given her the common sense of a tree.
And then again, listening to her talk about how wonderful Lucentio was while she exchanged a knowing glance with Horetensio's wife, maybe not.
Then Biondello started coming in asking that they rejoin the men. The former widow flatly refused, and Bianca was going to go until Katharina gripped her hand and shook her head. This was, after all, her play. And Bianca really ought to learn sense sometime.
Once they had reconvened in the Great Hall, and Katharina was delighted to know that Petruchio had found a way to make money from it - even as she delightedly trampled the second cap produced for her by Petruchio's tailor, who ought to be deported to Germany. The rest of the company was suitably shocked, before she gave The Speech.
They were speechless afterward.
So was Katharina, for probably the first time in years. While she was, Petruchio asked a kiss, which was good because it was less earth-shaking and more a rock for her. And then, while her lips were still tingling, he congratulated them on their loss. Then again, he would when he could get away with it.
As they left, she clearly heard Lucentio express amazement at her apparent change in spirit.
Petruchio had the same thought, because he leaned over and said, "Are you feeling at all tamed, Kate?"
She smirked at him, and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Tame like a cat."
"I thought so. But you did say you owe me like a subject owes a prince," he teased.
"Headaches and constant warring between families and politics, you mean?" asked Katharina archly.
"I was thinking . . . tribute. My lady and twenty thousand two hundred gold crowns are no mean tribute."
"There is that," Kate admitted thoughtfully, as he led her up the narrow stairs to the room that was theirs for the night. "What do you think we should spend it on?"
"Fine cloth, precious spices, ivory from far-off lands . . . " Petruchio began listing what they could buy with twenty thousand crowns.
"I was thinking land, actually," said Katharina, stepping into their room.
"Oh."
"And some clothing. Did you know your tailor is atrocious?"
"What's wrong with his clothing?" asked Petruchio, sitting on the bed and pulling her down next to him.
"Everything," said Katharina, and he looked so stunned for a moment that she gave him a peck on the cheek. "Don't worry, it's not incurable. And we do have quite a sum."
"I thought you wanted to buy land," said Petruchio.
"We'll do both," said Katharina firmly. "When we get home. And tomorrow, you can start teaching me how to use a stiletto."
" . . . why would I do that, fairest Kate? You have fang enough already."
"Because, darling Juliano, all of your men can and they'll never respect me if I can't."
He looked at her. She looked at him. He smiled, but only with his eyes. She laughed. And then, slowly at first, they gravitated into each other for a long, sweet kiss.
And that's it. Wow, I think that' the first time I've ever actually finished a multi-part project. It makes me happy. I may do a DVD commentary extra, if anyone wants one. And all you lurkers can come out and tell me what you thought, now that it is finished. Please. Comment whore here.
I spend a happy hour discovering that HP writes good instructions. Actually, they don't use instructions at all, just pictures. But getting all the stuff set up and hooked together was Not Impossible. It wasn't even vaguely confusing. Then I turned it on and spent some time figuring out how to use the without having duplicate screens. Once I feel more comfortable with the system, I'll set it up to dual screen, but in the meantime . . . Anyway, the computer is a real sweety, even if the software has already forced an emergency shutdown. She didn't let it affect her at all, even though I had to have the help of an IT person to get to my email. She needs a name, obviously. Suggestions?
Then I went on the campus tour. Unlike the factory tour, the campus tour was just for us interns. For the most part, it was meh. We visited Teardown, though, which is cool because watching people rip cars apart to see how they were put together is never not-cool. And then we went to the wind tunnel.
It is massive. Really huge. We walked around the other side to see the fan. The fan is forty-three feet in diameter. The max wind speed is a hundred and thirty mph. They were setting up for a run, but sadly we did not get to see it. We did go underneath to see the balance system that tracks how the car behaves in the wind. It can carry something like wight metric tons and register a ten gram weight change. Impressive stuff.
Then I went back to my desk and read email. Being out for three months ensures that I always have a lot of email to read when I get back. Big Sis has already started the four-hundred page epic that will be our correspondence this term :P After email, I began research on biodiesel. They're all methyl esters, which is one of the things on the "ignore these" list -_- But I think I've found a patent that's talking about hydrogenating, which is a first step. Tomorrow I meet my librarian and get access to interesting thing like the Journal of Biodiesels, which should help.
So I have gone on two tours in as many days and am vaguely dreading the research part of this research project. And also wondering if they really think it is going to take me three months.
Title: Maru-Raba
Fandom: Taming of the Shrew
Rating: PG
Warnings: Kissing. Still chaste.
Katharina had often wondered what it was, exactly, that made men who so feared her tongue delighted to see others at it's mercy. Of course Petruchio was hers and allowed to cheer her on. But then Hortensio egged his wife on as well! Bianca, for once, did the sensible thing and got all three of them away with nearly no fuss. Maybe married life had given her the common sense of a tree.
And then again, listening to her talk about how wonderful Lucentio was while she exchanged a knowing glance with Horetensio's wife, maybe not.
Then Biondello started coming in asking that they rejoin the men. The former widow flatly refused, and Bianca was going to go until Katharina gripped her hand and shook her head. This was, after all, her play. And Bianca really ought to learn sense sometime.
Once they had reconvened in the Great Hall, and Katharina was delighted to know that Petruchio had found a way to make money from it - even as she delightedly trampled the second cap produced for her by Petruchio's tailor, who ought to be deported to Germany. The rest of the company was suitably shocked, before she gave The Speech.
They were speechless afterward.
So was Katharina, for probably the first time in years. While she was, Petruchio asked a kiss, which was good because it was less earth-shaking and more a rock for her. And then, while her lips were still tingling, he congratulated them on their loss. Then again, he would when he could get away with it.
As they left, she clearly heard Lucentio express amazement at her apparent change in spirit.
Petruchio had the same thought, because he leaned over and said, "Are you feeling at all tamed, Kate?"
She smirked at him, and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Tame like a cat."
"I thought so. But you did say you owe me like a subject owes a prince," he teased.
"Headaches and constant warring between families and politics, you mean?" asked Katharina archly.
"I was thinking . . . tribute. My lady and twenty thousand two hundred gold crowns are no mean tribute."
"There is that," Kate admitted thoughtfully, as he led her up the narrow stairs to the room that was theirs for the night. "What do you think we should spend it on?"
"Fine cloth, precious spices, ivory from far-off lands . . . " Petruchio began listing what they could buy with twenty thousand crowns.
"I was thinking land, actually," said Katharina, stepping into their room.
"Oh."
"And some clothing. Did you know your tailor is atrocious?"
"What's wrong with his clothing?" asked Petruchio, sitting on the bed and pulling her down next to him.
"Everything," said Katharina, and he looked so stunned for a moment that she gave him a peck on the cheek. "Don't worry, it's not incurable. And we do have quite a sum."
"I thought you wanted to buy land," said Petruchio.
"We'll do both," said Katharina firmly. "When we get home. And tomorrow, you can start teaching me how to use a stiletto."
" . . . why would I do that, fairest Kate? You have fang enough already."
"Because, darling Juliano, all of your men can and they'll never respect me if I can't."
He looked at her. She looked at him. He smiled, but only with his eyes. She laughed. And then, slowly at first, they gravitated into each other for a long, sweet kiss.
And that's it. Wow, I think that' the first time I've ever actually finished a multi-part project. It makes me happy. I may do a DVD commentary extra, if anyone wants one. And all you lurkers can come out and tell me what you thought, now that it is finished. Please. Comment whore here.
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Date: 2008-07-21 03:08 am (UTC)I guess I should have, because your series was a completely different take on it than my highschool self's. Instead of being the brunt of everyone's jokes and stereotypes during the entire wedding fiasco, your Kate actually organized most of it! The extra details really helped expand the original play, even if I don't exactly remember most of it. :D