Week in review: Week to 18 April
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pedanther. One of the great things about AO3's subscription feature is that you can be promptly notified when an author adds a new chapter to a fic you really liked that last got a new chapter nearly twelve years ago.
The fic in question is based on the animated series Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century, but instead of the original Sherlock Holmes it's the Sherlock from Elementary. (Excuse me a moment as I process the realisation that this means Elementary is already more than twelve years old.) There's a meta twist where someone Sherlock knew wrote a series of historical mystery novels inspired by him, so he's famous in the 22nd century but only as a fictional Victorian detective with a male sidekick. Which makes the whole situation with Robot Watson even more fraught than it already was...
It is still incomplete, but there are hopeful signs that it won't be another twelve years before the next chapter.
. Quite some time ago, I took my car in for a check-up and was notified, among other things, that at least one of the tyres needed to be replaced. I said I would get right on that, and then proceeded not to, because I'd never dealt with a tyre shop before and I'm very bad at inserting myself into unfamiliar situations even when the situation should just involve saying "Hello, I would like to pay you to do the thing that you advertise that you do."
After several months of procrastination, the front driver's side tyre decided to give me a nudge by going completely flat while I was out for a drive, leaving me on the side of the highway trying to puzzle out the instructions of the emergency tyre change kit and testing my strength against the lug nuts with no apparent success. In a way, I think it was fortunate it happened on the highway instead of in town, despite the obvious disadvantages (made worse by the fact that I hadn't a hat and had left my phone at home), because people who drive the highway regularly are more likely to be prepared and carry serious tyre-changing tools that they know how to use, and one such person kindly stopped and offered to change my tyre for me.
All of this, along with the note in the car manual that the spare tyre was not designed for protracted use, managed to activate the deadline pressure part of my brain, and within twenty-four hours I'd made an appointment with one of the local tyre places, and my car now has four new tyres, it having been determined when I took it in that the other three tyres were also on the tyre equivalent of their last legs. The car has suddenly become significantly nicer to drive, in ways both expected and unanticipated: I'd guessed that the recently-developed problem with tight corners was down to the state of the tyres, but I'd assumed a completely different cause for the intermittent squealing noise and was surprised when it completely disappeared after the worn-out front tyre came off.
. We had a weekend gaming session in which we played a couple of games of Raptor and then a couple of games of Ticket to Ride: Legacy. We've unlocked the entire map now, and should be finished with the whole campaign in one more session.
. At the usual weekly gaming session, we played Feed the Kraken. We played two games, because some of the new players didn't quite have the idea the first time around. Both games ended with the loyal sailors winning, in both cases (I got the impression) partly thanks to failures of co-ordination or forward planning by the cultists. One game ended with the cult leader being in charge of the ship as it sailed safely into port, and quite annoyed that despite this and despite having another cultist involved in the steering of the ship they'd somehow failed to point it in the direction they wanted to go. The other game featured a protracted stand-off where the loyal sailors figured out who the undercover cultists and pirates were and then the ship stayed becalmed for quite a while as everybody started fomenting mutinies and using character abilities to try and make sure none of their opponents got in control of the steering.
. I went to the doctor for a check-up, for the first time in rather longer than I was supposed to; as I was preparing for the appointment, I found a note I'd written to myself reminding me that my next check-up was due in October, which I apparently lost before I transferred it to my phone reminders and had forgotten about by the time October rolled around. I'd been going along, vaguely assuming it couldn't have been too long since my last appointment or the clinic would have sent a reminder (which they have done in the past, but if they did this time I didn't receive it), and then I had to make an appointment because I'd run out of repeats on my medication. It used to be that a set of repeats would last about the same amount of time as between check-ups, so that was a useful way to keep track, but then the system was reformed and now a set of repeats lasts twice as long (and costs significantly less), which is a good thing on the whole but does mean that if I wait until my repeats run out now I've waited too long.
. Another set of out-of-town relatives visited, which was nice.
. It occurs to me, as I adjust the height of the monitor, that I don't think I got around to mentioning it when I bought one of those spring-loaded monitor arms that allow you to move the screen to any height and angle and it will stay there. I originally decided to get it to simplify repositioning the monitor when I had friends over and we wanted to watch a show from the sofa (I don't have a TV, and watch all my shows via DVD or online streaming), but it's also so good for the basic task of setting the screen to a comfortable height that it's become one of those bits of technology that, now I have it, I wonder how I ever managed without.
The fic in question is based on the animated series Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century, but instead of the original Sherlock Holmes it's the Sherlock from Elementary. (Excuse me a moment as I process the realisation that this means Elementary is already more than twelve years old.) There's a meta twist where someone Sherlock knew wrote a series of historical mystery novels inspired by him, so he's famous in the 22nd century but only as a fictional Victorian detective with a male sidekick. Which makes the whole situation with Robot Watson even more fraught than it already was...
It is still incomplete, but there are hopeful signs that it won't be another twelve years before the next chapter.
. Quite some time ago, I took my car in for a check-up and was notified, among other things, that at least one of the tyres needed to be replaced. I said I would get right on that, and then proceeded not to, because I'd never dealt with a tyre shop before and I'm very bad at inserting myself into unfamiliar situations even when the situation should just involve saying "Hello, I would like to pay you to do the thing that you advertise that you do."
After several months of procrastination, the front driver's side tyre decided to give me a nudge by going completely flat while I was out for a drive, leaving me on the side of the highway trying to puzzle out the instructions of the emergency tyre change kit and testing my strength against the lug nuts with no apparent success. In a way, I think it was fortunate it happened on the highway instead of in town, despite the obvious disadvantages (made worse by the fact that I hadn't a hat and had left my phone at home), because people who drive the highway regularly are more likely to be prepared and carry serious tyre-changing tools that they know how to use, and one such person kindly stopped and offered to change my tyre for me.
All of this, along with the note in the car manual that the spare tyre was not designed for protracted use, managed to activate the deadline pressure part of my brain, and within twenty-four hours I'd made an appointment with one of the local tyre places, and my car now has four new tyres, it having been determined when I took it in that the other three tyres were also on the tyre equivalent of their last legs. The car has suddenly become significantly nicer to drive, in ways both expected and unanticipated: I'd guessed that the recently-developed problem with tight corners was down to the state of the tyres, but I'd assumed a completely different cause for the intermittent squealing noise and was surprised when it completely disappeared after the worn-out front tyre came off.
. We had a weekend gaming session in which we played a couple of games of Raptor and then a couple of games of Ticket to Ride: Legacy. We've unlocked the entire map now, and should be finished with the whole campaign in one more session.
. At the usual weekly gaming session, we played Feed the Kraken. We played two games, because some of the new players didn't quite have the idea the first time around. Both games ended with the loyal sailors winning, in both cases (I got the impression) partly thanks to failures of co-ordination or forward planning by the cultists. One game ended with the cult leader being in charge of the ship as it sailed safely into port, and quite annoyed that despite this and despite having another cultist involved in the steering of the ship they'd somehow failed to point it in the direction they wanted to go. The other game featured a protracted stand-off where the loyal sailors figured out who the undercover cultists and pirates were and then the ship stayed becalmed for quite a while as everybody started fomenting mutinies and using character abilities to try and make sure none of their opponents got in control of the steering.
. I went to the doctor for a check-up, for the first time in rather longer than I was supposed to; as I was preparing for the appointment, I found a note I'd written to myself reminding me that my next check-up was due in October, which I apparently lost before I transferred it to my phone reminders and had forgotten about by the time October rolled around. I'd been going along, vaguely assuming it couldn't have been too long since my last appointment or the clinic would have sent a reminder (which they have done in the past, but if they did this time I didn't receive it), and then I had to make an appointment because I'd run out of repeats on my medication. It used to be that a set of repeats would last about the same amount of time as between check-ups, so that was a useful way to keep track, but then the system was reformed and now a set of repeats lasts twice as long (and costs significantly less), which is a good thing on the whole but does mean that if I wait until my repeats run out now I've waited too long.
. Another set of out-of-town relatives visited, which was nice.
. It occurs to me, as I adjust the height of the monitor, that I don't think I got around to mentioning it when I bought one of those spring-loaded monitor arms that allow you to move the screen to any height and angle and it will stay there. I originally decided to get it to simplify repositioning the monitor when I had friends over and we wanted to watch a show from the sofa (I don't have a TV, and watch all my shows via DVD or online streaming), but it's also so good for the basic task of setting the screen to a comfortable height that it's become one of those bits of technology that, now I have it, I wonder how I ever managed without.
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