Anyway -- we had a great time in London. Here's a quick summary:
Wednesday:
Shakespeare's Globe
St. Paul's (tifah climbed... me, not so much)
Trafalgar Square
Lunch in the crypt of St. Martin in the Fields
London Eye
Joseph & The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat
Late dinner in Covent Garden
Thursday:
Quick trip to Leicester Square to visit TKTS
The Tower of London
Lunch with tifah's friend at the V&A
Wellington's house (Apsley House)
City bus tour
Spamalot with Peter Davison
Late dinner in the West End
Friday:
Westminster Abbey
Aladdin with John Barrowman (in Birmingham)
Dinner with
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absolutedestiny and walking tour of OxfordIt was a great trip! Now if only I could get my body to believe it's back in California...
absolutedestiny in Oxford.It's late, we're leaving tomorrow and there's still packing to do -- so all I will say for now is that John Barrowman is as indecently beautiful on stage as he is on TV.
Oh, and last night we saw Peter Davison in Spamalot.
I'll try to post more about London when I get home.
On Monday morning we took the train from Cardiff to Bath, a very short journey. I have to admit my first impression of Bath wasn't that great -- right next to the train station a huge redevelopment project is going on, and the entire site is a mess of cranes and very noisy.
We took a taxi to our B&B, where we were greeted by one of the owners. Our room wasn't ready (and we didn't expect it would be at 10:30 am), but we were invited to leave our bags and have a cup of tea. He gave us directions for walking back down the hill to the city. My feelings about Bath quickly started to change as we left the construction zone. It's a beautiful city, almost uniformly built in a pale limestone. It still has the feel of a city where Celts, Romans, Georgians and Victorians might have walked, and it didn't take me long to appreciate its charms. If I won the lottery tomorrow, I'd buy a house in Bath.
After a somewhat drizzly walk, we found tifah's first priority, the Jane Austen Centre. The Centre is really a converted house not far from one of Jane's residences in the city. We attended a very informative orientation by a knowledgable and enthusiastic guide before viewing the exhibitions. After about an hour in the Centre (and its shop) we headed back down the hill toward Bath Abbey. This is a beautiful, ancient church, and we spent some time exploring its many small chapels and enjoying the architecture. We also walked through the Abbey's vaults, which date back to ancient times. And, of course, we visited the shop.
We left the Abbey and jumped on the hop-on, hop-off city tour bus. We did no hopping, however, and just took the 50-minute tour around the city. Arriving back at the city centre, we paid a visit to the Pump Room, then took the tour of the Roman baths. The baths themselves were quite impressive, but the exhibits themselves were a little Discovery Channel for my taste. The baths and springs, however, defintiely make the place worth visiting.
It was after 3 by then and we hadn't had lunch, plus we had spa appointments in the evening, so we'd decided ahead of time to have tea instead of dinner. We went to Sally Lunn's, a Bath institution famous for the buns. These kind of look like giant, extra poofy hamburger buns, and they have a slightly sweet taste, not unlike challah. We both ordered a set meal, with soup and a sandwich, which was really delicious.
We then headed to the Thermae Bath Spa, aka Disneyland for grownup girls. All I want to know is why this place is 6000 miles from my house! It makes me sad! Anyway, its waters come from Bath's famous natural springs. We first tried the rooftop pool, which is just like it says on the tin -- a pool on the rooftop in Bath in January! The water was quite warm, and the views were gorgeous -- the Abbey lit up on one side, and the lights in the hills on the other. (It was 5 pm and dark.) It was, however, a bit chilly, so we went down to the Minerva Spa instead, which is a huge indoor current pool. The temperature was perfect, and you could just lie back and float around.
Tifah and I had both booked the same treatments, so we went one after the other. I went first and headed over, really having no idea what exactly I was going to have done! It was called a "Vichy shower with a soothing wrap" and it was the best spa treatment I've ever had. The Vichy shower is a contraption the French invented -- only the French could have invented it -- it's basically a raised bed in a basin with 8 shower heads above it that provide a massage through water pressure. My therapist, Liz, was terrific -- a lovely woman who grew up on Malta (I wish I was playing Obscure Country Travel Bingo -- between Lichtenstein and Malta, I'd surely be on my way to victory). The treatment started with a scrub, followed by a wrap, then a head massage, then the Vichy Shower. It was really just pretty terrific.
After my treatment, I had some time on my own while tifah went to her appointment. I went upstairs and briefly checked out the aromatherapy in the different steam rooms, then went back and enjoyed the pool until, sadly, it was time to leave.
As part of our spa package, a cab took us back from the spa to the hotel, and we were shown to our room. It couldn't have been more different from our determinedly modern hotel in Cardiff, and it was really quite charming. We went downstairs to the living room for awhile, checked our email, and had a chat with another guest before heading up to bed.
The alarm went off at 7:30 this morning and woke me, but not tifah. It was still dark outside, and getting up wasn't easy, but I managed it. The view outside the window was almost worth it, though -- the moon was stll up, nearly full with just a bit of cloud in front of it, hovering above the lights of the city below. It really was spectacular. Tifah was sleeping so soundly that I didn't want to wake her, but I finally did around 8. We had breakfast downstairs, and it was as lovely as everything else at the hotel.
We got all our stuff together, which the B&B kindly agreed to keep for us, and headed back down to the city. It was cold but dry and clear, even a bit sunny! We hopped back onto our tour bus (another advantage of traveling during winter -- the tickets are good for 48 hours instead of 24) and took the bus back up the hill. We walked around the Royal Crescent (a collection of townhouses shaped like, well, a crescent) and the Circus (a collection of townhouses shaped like a circle).
The next part of the Jane Austen experience was our next destination: the Assembly Rooms and the Fashion Museum. The Assembly rooms were (and apparently still are) used for gatherings of all types, most notably the balls of Austen's novels. The fashion museum was interesting -- tifah had fun trying on a corset. The exhibits featured everything from bathing costumes from 1900 to James I/VI's gloves.
We walked back downhill toward the city centre, and on the way we decided to take the second tour the bus company offered, fortunately included on the same ticket, which went into the hills above the city. It was about a 40 minute drive, and really quite lovely. (Sekrit to
astolat: we drove past Solisbury Hill! The guide said Peter Gabriel still keeps a house in Bath.) We walked back past the abbey and to the pump room, where we had a nice late lunch. Tifah had a sampler menu, and I had a delicious bowl of the local beef stew with ale, and local bread. There was a piano player, too, all quite lovely, and it didn't take much to imagine the room back in Jane Austen's time.
After lunch, tifah took a short detour to get a photo of Jane's house, then we caught a cab back to the hotel, and from there to the station. (We'll skip over the part about our Welsh and Scots-hating cab driver!) I'm writing this from the train en route from Bath to London. Have I mentioned how much I love the trains? It's Tuesday at about 4:30 pm here, and hopefully I'll get this posted once we arrive at our London hotel.
I'm not sure how much I'll post from London -- I'll try, but it will just depend on how motivated I'm feeling in the evening! We have a few things planned -- we have tickets to Joseph tomorrow night, and on Friday we go to Birmingham to see Aladdin with John Barrowman.
So, when I last posted we were on the train from Edinburgh to Cardiff. I have to say that I really enjoy train travel -- it's so much more laissez-faire than flying. Nobody tells you "eat now! watch movie now! put your seat up now! stay still now! no laptop for you now! put on your seat belt now!" Hell, there aren't even any seatbelts. The trip from Edinburgh took us mostly down the west coast of the UK, through Carlisle and the Lake Country. We switched at Birmingham for the service to Wales.
We arrived after dark, at about 5:30, and took a cab to the hotel. We stayed at the Park Plaza, which is a very modern place on Greyfriars Road. The decor was post-modern, with funky artwork and sculpture. If you are looking for tweed and chintz, this is not the place! It is, however, lovely and very comfortable. I have a feeling that more hotels will be redoing their rooms to look like the ones here now that they no longer need huge armoires to hold tube TV's.
As most of you know, part of my plan in Cardiff was to spot Torchwood and Doctor Who locations, and we found two on the same street as our hotel very readily. Tiger Tiger was the bar where Owen got into the fight in Combat, and the Fat Cat Bar was where Tosh met Mary in Greeks Bearing Gifts. Intrepid travelers that we are, we ventured out and found the Queen Street shopping area (where Tosh hears peoples' thoughts in GBG). Even though it wasn't much after 6 on a Saturday night, most places (except restaurants) were closed, and we marveled to each other at how horrified American retailers would be.
One place I really wanted to find was the bar where Jack and Gwen talk in Everything Changes, and tifah the eagle-eyed found the place, called the Buffalo Bar. The lighting inside was much less bright than when they filmed, and there were no stools at the bar, but it was definitely the right place! We had a pub dinner there. We're still getting used to the concept, but for what you get, pub dinners are quite a bargain for us poor Americans and our crappy dollars.
After dinner, we walked around a bit more before going back to the hotel. We watched a bit of local TV on the cool flat-screen and had an early night. Tifah, poor thing, hasn't been sleeping well, and was up again quite early. I was awake for about an hour in the middle of the night but eventually went back to sleep until tifah poked me at about 8:30. It felt earlier, probably because the sky was just starting to lighten at that hour.
We had breakfast at the hotel and then made our way over to Cardiff Castle. There were only a few other visitors -- it was drizzling lightly, which was to be a theme of the day, unfortunately (though we are fortunate it wasn't pouring!) Cardiff Castle is an interesting place. It's not really one castle, but a collection of buildings from different periods, built around a central green. We took a tour of the "newest" building, the home where the Bute family actually lived until they gave the property to the people of Cardiff. The Butes were interesting people, Scots owners of Welsh landholds, and after coal was discovered in the region they had LOTS and lots of money. The decoration in some of the rooms was really amazing, ornate enough to rival Hearst Castle.
On the tour, we met some girls travelling together, one of whom was from Liechtenstein. She was a German speaker, but spoke excellent English. She didn't think her country was much worth visiting, though. Other people on our tour were from France, Japan and different parts of the UK. Our guide was a native of Cardiff, but his accent sounded quite RP to my ears, not especially Welsh, which I admit was slightly disappointing!
After the tour we went over to the medieval keep and climbed to the top. There are pictures! They will be posted... later.
Before leaving, we walked through the museum of the Welsh (or Welch, using the old English spelling) regiments. We went across the street and literally stumbled on one of the arcades on my location list -- this is the one that held Bilis's shop, which is really a cheese shop. Then we did a little shopping!
We'd hoped to take a water taxi down to the Bay, but unfortunately they don't run in the winter, so we settled for the city bus. While waiting, I asked for directions and ended up speaking to two traffic surveyors from Penarth, who were quite friendly. It was about a 15 minute ride, during which we passed the Altolusso building (which Jack stands on top of in EC). The bus dropped us off right next to the Wales Millenium Centre, and I was practically bouncing at that point. We walked as sedately as I could manage over to "Torchwood tower," where I posed for the obligatory pictures on the invisible lift/perception filter. Because they've shot the plass from so many different angles on the show (and who wouldn't -- anywhere you point the camera, there's something interesting) I've had a hard time getting a real sense of what's where, so it was great to be there see for myself how everything was oriented.
Besides the tower, the most important location for me to find was Ianto's door, aka the surface entry to the Tourist Information Centre. This took a bit of time, as, frankly, all the directions posted were rubbish. The real directions: from the plass, face the bay (with the Millenium Centre on your left) and walk toward Mermaid Quay, bearing right. When you see the booth for the water taxi/sightseeing boats, go down the stairs to the lower boardwalk and turn right. Straight ahead, you'll see Ianto's door. It was covered by a gate when we were there, but the door is quite visible. There are newspapers in the windows, including the one with Margaret Blaine (from DW's Boom Town) on the front page. Turn around and you can see the x-shape on the left, covering the beams, and the chains on the right, both visible in the scene where Gwen walks toward the door with the pizza. Also yaaaaaay! We found Ianto's door! I was quite pleased. (Also, the Hub is huge! That's quite a ways from the tower to the door.)
Plenty of other location spotting to be done in Mermaid Quay. Right above the lower boardwalk, on the first floor, you can see the sign for the Glee Club on the left of one of the side streets. This is where Tosh and Gwen chase Carys in Day One. A little farther out on the left, right over the water, is the Bosphorous, a Turkish restaurant where Jack, Rose, Mickey and the Doctor had lunch and tall tales in Boom Town.
We were ready for lunch ourselves, and soup sounded promising, so we went to a Chinese restaurant, the Pearl of the Orient, which is another location -- where Owen and Diane have their first date in Out of Time. I swear (and tifah will bear witness) that I did not ask, but we ended up sitting at Owen and Diane's very table. And we had some good soup and appetizers. Just the thing on a chilly, drizzly day.
We were hoping to take a boat tour, but had some time to spare, so we walked out of the Quay toward the Pierpoint Building, the Welsh Senedd (Assembly) and the Norweigan Church. Unfortunately, upon coming back, the tour boat was nowhere to be found -- apparently they'd decided to call it a day early. Truthfully, we wouldn't have seen much anyway, given the drizzle. The drizzle was a bit wearing so we were happy to be going inside for awhile, over to the Red Dragon Centre and the Doctor Who Up Close exhibition.
The exhibition was fun -- it was 5 pounds and featured a lot of costumes, including very recent ones from Voyage of the Damned. There were also displays about each of the classic-series doctors and a bunch of Who monsters. Quite fun.
It was still rainy and we were about done with the Bay, so we hopped a bus back to Queen Street, made a quick sundry stop at Boots, then walked back to our hotel. We spent a nice hour down at the pool and hot tub, then relaxed in the room awhile before venturing out for dinner. We decided to duck into the Fat Cat, and walking past the bar, who turned toward me but Kai Owen, who plays Gwen's boyfriend Rhys. He was doing panto just down the street, and appeared to be with a group of cast and/or crew. I sort of double-taked when I saw him, but did the LA cool thing and didn't bug him :) Unfortunately, the Fat Cat stops serving food early, so we didn't stay, finding a sports bar type place down the street instead. We each had a burger, chips and glass of wine for 5 pounds, quite a bargain.
We walked about a bit more after dinner, and then had a drink in the hotel bar. We learned from our bartender that mojitos are currently the happening drink in the UK, and there are several variations of them. We went up to our room around 10, and since tifah hadn't seen it, we watched Boom Town on my laptop, seeing all the places we'd seen that day. Too bad we didn't have the same sunny weather. but a little rain wasn't enough to dampen my spirits.
I really enjoyed Cardiff -- not just for the locations, but for its impression as an up-and-coming city. The people were uniformly friendly, and I've no doubt we could have spent another day or two. Another time :)
As I write this, we're on the train heading to Bath. It's tifah's turn for a day in fangirl heaven -- Jane Austen this time.
Hwyl fawr (goodbye) for now!
We went through the other rooms in the highest part of the castle, including the rooms where Mary gave birth to James VI/I. From there we went into a great hall room that still had its medieval timbered roof. It reminded me of a somewhat more tapestried version of the high hall in Edoras :) There were swords and armor all over the walls, and a minstrel's gallery opposite a huge fireplace. We next went into the rooms that used to be the prisons, where plenty of Americans (still considered "rebels") were held as prisoners after the Revolution. (The Revolutionary War, btw, is referred to by the Scots at least as the American War of Independence. Which is quite magnanimous of them, or perhaps just reflects their own history of rebelliousness.)
We walked back around into the war memorial, which I found beautiful and profoundly sad. The memorial not only includes statues and heraldry of the Scots units that served in its wars, but also honor books, listing the names of the casualties. Something on the order of 140,000 Scots were killed in World War I, which was just devastating, given the country's relatively small population. There were also memorials to other wars, large and small -- Crimea, World War II, the Falklands. It's sort of amazing that a country that has spent so much of its history rebelling against English rule has served so bravely and steadfastly in its foreign wars.
We found an exhibit in St. David's tower about dungeons, and some of the palace intrigue that had occured there over the centuries. We also ran into a gaggle of Argentinian teenagers, which was quite amusing. We walked over to St. Margaret's, which is a tiny little chapel dedicated to one of Scotland's queens. By "tiny" I mean tiny -- only 20 people can fit inside, and the door is so small even I could hit my head if I wasn't careful.
We stopped by the military history museum, which features exhibits on the history of Scots in wars, from ancient times to the present. There's a gallery of recruiting posters from different eras, some of which we found very funny. The word "homoerotic" pops to mind! There is a whole exhibit dedicated to the Highland regiments. I really liked the hats :)
We walked back down to the bottom, listening to bits of the audio guide as we went. It was after 12 by then, and there were more people about, though it still wasn't what you could call crowded. I was glad we'd come early, though -- the chance to walk about the castle when it was practically deserted is probably a fairly precious opportunity.
From the castle, we walked back down the Royal Mile, stopping at a pub called Deacon Brodie's (I think? He was the real Dr. Jekyll) for a light lunch. They had tomato soup that was really delicious. From there, we walked down to the bus tours on Waverly Bridge, down a flight of 70+ steps -- Edinburgh really lots of elevation changes -- and got on one of the hop on, hop off buses. We took the first half of the tour, through part of the New Town ("New" = 18-19th centuries). We got off at the Palace, which is right across from the Scottish Parliament, where we'd started our day. There were very few people around as we took the audio tour -- it was really lovely, to spend as much or as little time as we wanted in each room and then move on. No mobs, no screaming kids -- it was a great way to see a sight like this one. The Palace, which is still the Queen's residence in Scotland, has quite a fascinating history. There's a whole room dedicated to Mary, and the spot where Rizzio's body was taken after his death is marked (which is kind of creepy!) We also walked through the Queen's Gallery, which was featuring an exhibiton of Dutch painters. Outside, we took a look at the ruined abbey, which has fantastic gothic architecture. (tIt reminded me a little bit of Rebecca's castle in France.)
We were wearing down a bit, but decided to do the second half of the bus tour. Luckily we only waited about 5 minutes for the bus. We took it back round to the stop nearest our hotel and went to our room for a bit before dinner. It had been a long day and we weren't feeling too adventurous, so we went to an Italian restaurant fairly close by. Back at the hotel, we spent some time at the pool, which was very refreshing and helped the muscles relax after a long day. (I admit I'd have loved a hot tub, but they didn't have one.)
We went back to the room and puttered about for a bit -- tifah was really exhausted and crashed earlier than I did. I finally watched Torchwood 2x01, which made me very very happy :) I fell asleep easily this time, but woke about 3 am again. It took me about an hour to fall back to sleep, but I did eventually, and slept all the way to 8:30. I feel a bit tired from the walking yesterday (lots, including hills) but overall a bit more human.
As I write this, it's Saturday morning, and we're on the train that will take us to Birmingham and from there to Cardiff. Tifah's writing in her journal and I'm on the laptop. It's nice to be travelling through the countryside in the morning -- it was dark as we arrived Thursday -- we actually get to see it! It's all green rolling hills and tall trees, dotted here and there by clusters of houses. We just went past a pasture of sheep, looking like little cotton balls in the distance. My overriding impression of Edinburgh as we leave is one of very friendly people, fiercely proud of their country, heritage and history, and deservedly so. My other impression is of a ridiculously absurd number of hot men. (Still considering moving.)
That's all for now -- today is a travel day and our last long train ride, so I plan to relax and enjoy anticipating Cardiff.
Greetings from Scotland!
As I write this, it's 4:45 on Friday evening. We arrived in Scotland at about 6 pm yesterday after an uneventful train ride from King's Cross in London. We had some nice chat with two business people sitting across the aisle from us -- among other things, they agree with us that George Bush is an idiot. I mused that perhaps we should have come to the UK wearing t-shirts that said "We didn't vote for him." Or perhaps: "We're from California, the idiot lost our state by two million votes (twice)." Or maybe simply: "We're sorry." Anyway... we also learned the proper pronunciation of Edinburgh. After some discussion about our friends in Pennsylvania, our new Scottish friends reasoned that their city should be pronounced PITTS-burra.
We arrived at Edinburgh Waverly, and took a cab to the hotel, which is very nice. (They have an indoor pool which we plan to visit tonight.) We made the decision that if we sat down for too long, our chances of getting up again would shrink proportionally. By the time we arrived in Edinburgh, we'd been traveling for 18 hours, and neither one of us had really slept on the plane.
But it was early and we knew it would be better to stay awake, so we decided to go looking for a pub that had been recommended by the Edinburgh forum on Trip Advisor, and with our trusty map, we ventured out. Edinburgh is quite hilly, at least in the area we're in. We had to check for directions at one point, but eventually found the place, where we had a very nice and not overly pricey dinner. Our increasing levels of fatigue, however, were starting to show. Our meals were priced almost identically, so we just split the bill -- we needed to leave a total of 24 pounds, 12 each. Tifah had a 20 and I had change, so it should have been simple enough... but for the life of us, doing the simple calculation of how much I needed to put on the table and how much I needed to give to tifah was more difficult than trigonometry. We decided to wander back to the hotel. Probably a good call -- two women of (temporarily) highly questionable intelligence wandering the streets of a strange city at night was probably not especially wise.
It was, however, only 8 pm (here) so we decided to try to tough it out a bit longer. We went down to the hotel bar and ordered decaf Irish coffees, which were unquestionably the best I've ever tasted -- strong but very, very smooth. We also saw what must have been the third or fourth Very Hot Scot of the day -- a trend that was to continue. I don't think you can turn around in this city without running into a Gerard Butler lookalike. I'm considering moving.
Anyway, we declared ourselves valiant in the effort to remain conscious until about 9, when we went back to our room. I probably conked out about 10, tifah somewhat later. Unfortunately... we were both awake by 4:30 am or so, and completely unable to go back to sleep. We finally gave up around 6 and got an early start to the day. We had breakfast here in the hotel which was very nice, and included in our room rate. Some of the strongest coffee I've ever tasted -- they seem to do everything with gusto here in Scotland -- whiskey. coffee and hot men are no exception.
We knew that the Castle, our first stop for the day, wasn't open until 9:30, but intrepid travelers that we are (shush), we left the hotel around 8 anyway. We walked up the Royal Mile, stopping in St. Giles Cathedral, which is a beautiful church. The altar wasn't at the front of the nave, but in the middle, with room for congregants on both sides. Hardly anyone else was in the church, except for the oranist, and we were able to explore all of the little side chapels. I'm not much into stained glass, but I really loved the Gothic architecture.
It was after 9:15 by this point, and we continued up the hill... but I need to crash for awhile before dinner, so I think that story will wait for a bit!
Sekrit to Homer: Not a uniformed guard to be seen *anywhere* today. We looked!
Sekrit to Ellen: Two of my favorite words in the English language? "File complete." Thank you so much! I haven't watched yet -- maybe on the train tomorrow. To Cardiff :)
We made it through the airport fairly easily, and made our way to Kings' Cross, where we got on board a train that will take us to Edinburgh. We're on the train now, and its a good feeling to be settled, knowing we'll be in Scotland in a few hours!
The weather in London was a tad drizzly but not especially cold -- about 50 or so.
More later!
What makes it different from most travel planners is that it can automatically organize for you. You forward the confirmation email you get from the airline, hotel, Travelocity or whatever to plans@tripit.com, and it places it into a trip planner. There's also collaboration and sharing, etc., say, with your con roommates, and you can also add your own maps, notes, directions, etc. (If you use a system that isn't compatible yet, you can manually input plans too.)
Fun for anal-retentive organization freaks everywhere!
(If you join, let me know, or if you want an invite.)
naominovik on winning the Campbell Award for Best New Writer at WorldCon :)Amazing and fantastic and I can't wait for the new book.
:: dies ::
Unlike so many in "Hollywood," he had a degree of respect for fans and what fans could accomplish when they set their minds to it. Bill was utterly instrumental in making ReunionCon happen back in 2001. Without his steadfast support, it might not have happened at all, and it certainly wouldn't have been the event that it was. He supported our ambition to make it a *great* event, and helped in any way he could, using his connections to open doors that would otherwise have been closed to us. At the darkest moments of planning that event, he was there for us with advice ("stick to your guns, kid") and a kind word. (And then he sent 700 big red Highlander bags to my house, which I understand are still turning up at HL events to this day.)
We may all have our quibbles with the way the franchise has been handled over the years -- and personally, Bill could certainly have his moments! But we shouldn't forget that without Bill, there might not ever have been a Highlander TV series. He nurtured a lot of talent, both in front of and behind the cameras, many of whom have gone on to bright careers.
He will be missed.
(zomg is he stupid)
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We've started up a wiki for Temeraire at: http://www.temeraire.org/wiki
A few of us (okay, mostly me and
strangerface) have been poking away at it for awhile now, trying to get a basic structure and some articles in place. We hope you'll be interested in contributing -- we'd like to see it become the best resource for Temeraire on the web. Please don't think you need to be an "expert" on the books -- you absolutely don't -- just willing to do a bit of research if it's needed. We also need people to do things other than write articles, such as find public domain maps and art we can use, develop the help system, etc. Pretty much -- if you want to participate, we can definitely find something for you to do.
A good place to begin is on the Getting Started page. Leave a note for me on my userpage if you need help! Hope to see you around the Wiki :)
(Zomg, I never thought I'd feel a moment's pity for Dick Casablancas...)
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