Morning.

[x_banshee]

So I'm told I should use this thing to introduce myself.  Got in a day or so later than I'd planned to thanks to some monkey business with airline that I still don't understand, so I'm still not quite at myself, but I'm sure I'll get into the swing of things soon enough.

I'm Sean Cassidy, and just to save you all the asking, yes, as much as she might not like it, I'm Theresa's Dad.

I'll be teaching History come next term, and once I've worked out what exactly that means in the way of a course, I'm sure I'll let you all know.  Right now, I need to get a mug of tea, and finish unpacking, so the heavy thinking can wait a wee bit.

Comments

You Old Bastard...

[x-mactaggart.livejournal.com]

You owe me a new keyboard because of all the people that I thought would wind up here...

(Guess it's my own fault for not realizing you were Terry's dad, I've been slipping.)

You know me well enough to figure out where to find me once you've settled in. (Good Lord, I'm starting a collection, I swear.)

Re: You Old Bastard...

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Wait, you know Mr. Cassidy already? Is this where I pipe up like an annoying Disneyland attraction?

Re: You Old Bastard...

[x-mactaggart.livejournal.com]

You realize I could have your very own set of medical instruments put in the freezer, right? With your name ingraved on them.

But yes, Sean and I do go way, way...oh, I feel old.

Re: You Old Bastard...

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Wow, all for me? I'm honored.

Re: You Old Bastard...

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

No pipes. pipes bad. loud.

Re: You Old Bastard...

[x-cassidy.livejournal.com]

Ah, Charles didn't tell you I was on me way, then? I'll stop by as soon as I get the chance.