December 7th, 2006



I've put my tree up with the now traditional glass planets and various spaceships. I now have seven: Liberator, Red Dwarf, Starbug, and assorted Babylon 5 ships. I can't find the camera charger (and suspect I'll have to buy a new one) but if you want pics, it looks pretty much the same as last year's.

And yay, this year I get to go to a staff Christmas lunch; it's tomorrow. Pity it's the day I'm also trying to get a magazine ready to be printed, but hey, I once wrote a program after a boozy and riotous IT Christmas lunch and it worked first time.

Oh and I suppose it's time to roll out the seasonal red hat icon.


Dead tree spam

I have addresses for a surprising number of you and tomorrow will be sending out the B7 card I designed last night in a frantic late-night session. If it doesn't get to people in time for whatever they celebrate, consider it a New Year card. :-)

If I haven't got your address and you'd like a card, please leave your addy in the screened comments. snowgrouse, this includes you since I assume you'll be leaving the flat of doom. :-)

And I must say that LJ have gone the subtle route with their seasonal banner this year. Very nice. Northern lights, I assume?

tarrant ace

Ficlet: Deadly Relations

This was for the b7friday challenge where you had to use the title of the nearest book. It was Deadly Relations by J Gregory Keyes, an excellent Babylon 5 novel about Bester.

Deadly Relations

He was badly outnumbered, so he'd have to think up a winning strategy. He preferred the direct approach: attack, fire, peel away, go in again, but that didn't work when one was effectively trapped with the enemy, and this lot were about the worst you could come across in Federated space, and out of it.

He'd have to be sneaky, and that reminded him of his uncle, who'd often boasted of joining the other side, lulling them into acceptance, then stabbing them in the back. He and Deeta had always rather despised Uncle Dev, but perhaps he had a point. Tarrant grinned. And a very sharp one too, he hoped. He patted the mercenary's knife in his pocket, then strode out to greet the death squad.

"Ah, Section Leader. Good to see that we've secured the prize. I'll take over now, shall I?"