Fever dreams

I'm not really feverish, no matter the cold, but I do think my brain is broken.

I drifted off last night while Immortalizing the spare Hogwarts faculty. Methos tripped Aidan and shoved her into the DADA position when I tried to suggest him instead, arm-wrestled Duncan for Muggle Studies (and lost, the scheming bastard) and finally got bored, scared Binns off and is now teaching History of Everything with Magic on the Side. The Slytherins can't decide whether to adore him or fear him. Or both.

I have this early doctor's appointment, and lacking the ability to actually trust my alarm, I started waking at intervals starting at 3am. I finally gave up on sleep around 5, but in the interim, I tried designing an ideal company in my head to get me back to sleep. It didn't work. So now I've got California Biodiesel, which produces biodiesel out of desert algae ponds in California and Arizona. (The triggering idea was an article on slashdot earlier this week.) No executive makes more than 8x the lowest paid worker, 4 weeks paid vacation a year to start, company-sponsored gyms, child-care and higher education. That sort of thing.

Come to think, what do y'all think an ideal company would do for its workers and community?

Bunnies!

Right, so we all agree that while Methos is particularly well-suited to the DADA job, he'll take one look at the former teachers and start sprinting for New Zealand. Sheesh, characters get so uppity when you try to wedge them into a crossover.

I took one look at Te's Cliche Challenge Page and started thinking up first lines. Dammit.

( Um - you don't want to see these, right? )

Just so you know - I'm never going to finish any of these. LIke I never finish anything, which is another whine for another day.