Category Archives: Jane Austen

Time and Prejudice

As Jane Austen stood beside her desk one afternoon,

jane austen

She heard a strange whirring, and then the squeaky door opened.

the doctor enters

“I’ve got just the thing for that door,” said the Doctor as he entered the room. He took aim at the hinges and whipped out his sonic screwdriver.

“No, wait you mustn’t …” Jane exclaimed but her words were drowned out by the loud cry of another being.

“EXTERMINATE!”

dalek attacks

“Exterminate Mr. Darcy?” cried Miss Austen. “Inconceivable. You cannot begin to fathom the power of my fiction. Mr. Darcy is not for you nor even I, his creator, to exterminate. His life extends beyond the pages and into the very fabric of the universe. You cannot destroy that which eludes you so completely.

Now if you would be so kind as to leave my sitting room I shall refrain from rendering you ridiculous for all eternity.”

the dalek flees

What could the Dalek do, but flee from such a lashing?

The Doctor turned to Miss Austen with a look of pure admiration, and their conversation became to intimate for this blogger to report…

an intimate conversation

No Surprise Here


You scored as Elinor Dashwood.As Marianne’s older sister, Elinor lives at the other end of the emotional spectrum. She rarely reveals her intense feelings and is more concerned with being honest and loyal than having what she deserves. Even though her intentions are pure, she sets herself up for loss by constantly placing other people before her own needs. Overall, Elinor is gentle and rational but is just as capable of radical emotions (despite her withholding them) as her sister.

Elizabeth Bennet
 
69%
Jane Bennet
 
59%
Charlotte Lucas
 
47%
Emma Woodhouse
 
38%
Lady Catherine
 
34%
Marianne Dashwood
 
34%

Which Jane Austen Heroine are You?

Stateside Once More with Feeling

I’m back from England. Back from Scotland. Tired and still on London time. So give me a few days to organize and some pictures will be uploaded. Otherwise, back to work for me.

Unless someone is willing to pay me to travel around the UK taking pictures, visiting National Trust properties, savoring Devon clotted cream with strawberry jam on scones, and generally enjoying the company of my friends and sister. If you have such a position open, I would be most happy to apply!

24 Hours and Counting

I can’t believe my first flight leaves tomorrow morning at 11:30am.

I am all afluttter with anticipation and excitement. Surely my company shall be unbearable for my nearest and dearest. I shall attempt to curtail my enthusiasm, but please forgive me if I fail.

I do not have a laptop (though if I did, I wouldn’t be taking it with me), but I may pop into a cyber cafe or two and post an update and/or some pictures. Still, don’t expect too many posts for the next 27 days.

Oh, and just so you know, I’ve modified the comments requirements to cut down on spammers and phishers. One of the easiest tricks? Don’t allow links in comments. If the bad guys can’t get folks to click a link, then there’s no point in bothering them. So any comment with a link will be deleted automatically.

Hurry Up and Wait

I’ve seen my doctor and have all my medications. I’ve got airline tickets, train tickets, and hotel reservations. I’ve got a new journal, new clothes, and a new hat. I’ve got Mom’s digital camera, Dad’s 1 gig memory chip, and 3 sets of rechargable batteries.

The stirling pounds I ordered will arrive at the bank tomorrow, and I’ve called my credit card company to inform them of my travels. I’ve left signed checks with my father to mail when my bills come in. I’ve given my landlady August’s rent check.

Mom and Dad have emergency contact info for me. I’ve registered my trip with the state department. I’ve printed out the contact info for the US embassies in London and Edinburgh.

I’ve laundered the clothes for my trip and started packing them in the suitcase I borrowed. I even gave up shopping for pants locally and ordered 8 pair (4 different styles in 2 sizes each) from an online site with rush delivery. Come Monday, I’ll decide which 4 fit best and send the other 4 back.

Work is caught up. I’ve beat some deadlines by nearly a full month. I’ve left clear, detailed instructions on how to handle all my tasks while I’m gone.

I’ve had my legs waxed, my hair trimmed, and my eyebrows shaped.

Unless I’m missing something, I’ve got nothing left to do but hurry up and wait (and pack that overnight bag Wednesday morning). I rather hope I have overlooked something. How else shall I occupy the next 6 days? July 26th seems so far away now.