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The good news: two possible jobs to choose from.

The bad news: Plans to see Blades of Glory put on hold, as I had a doctor's visit to make yesterday. ( TMI(ish) concernting my stupid body )

In other news, I might--might--have some photos for you guys to check out, soon. Maybe. If he gets his shit together and I think they're actually worth sharing. We'll see. Hopefully.

Dodgeball was on last night, and I laughed like a loon. Then I got to watch Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip which is a rather cool show, actually. Thursday nights are becoming my late nights, it seems.

Fin.

Now, there are some pretty damn funny macros out there. But sometimes, a cute picture is a cute picture without adding words.

pandoras_closet linked to "When March of the Penguins Attacks". There are no words. *watches and cackles*

Last night I could not seem to sleep for more than a couple of hours before waking myself up. I'd be happily in dreamland, or in that state of flowing consciousness where I think I'm still awake until I wake up and lose track of what I was thinking, and then suddenly I'd be wide awake. No bad dreams or loud noises to wake me up. Just... awake. But then I managed to sleep in this morning anyway.

Um, anyway, I was an idiot when I went out, found this awesome page of fanfic recs, and promptly lost it again. In fact, there were two that I haven't the slightest clue where to find them again, and it sucks because there was some shiny links there. Still, I got a few more that I've been meaning to link to...

A Beautiful Lifetime Event -astolat/shalott
John stared in horror: the thing was growing. Every one of the blobs swelling up, and then slowly and inevitably splitting in two, and then those both started getting bigger -- "Look, isn't there -- can't you turn it off?"

"Excuse me?" Beckett turned and glared at him.

John glared right back, furious, wanting to shake Beckett -- "This is an accident with Ancient technology, not a beautiful lifetime event! I want a goddamn morning-after pill!"

John and Rodney accidentally make a baby. No mpreg, thank goodness. I forget where I first found the link to this. And damn was I leery, what with it being a kid!fic and McShep, neither of which I really care for, and yet I find myself drawn in anyway. It's really quite sweet, especially since John and Rodney don't really "get together" until late in the story, when they've already made the kid and all sorts of things have happened.

Life Lessons Learned From Aliens -eleveninches
When he left by himself a few minutes later, it was in outrage. He'd been hoping for something funny, or at least something he could use against them, but everyone -- literally everyone -- in the control room was in love with the same person: Elizabeth. That was so predictable. Zelenka loved Ronon, Ronon loved pancakes, he loved (supposedly loved) Sheppard, but everyone else had a thing for the boss.

An Ancient device which reveals a person's One True Love. Rodney is sure it's broken. Also, another device is discovered to see what other people see as their One True Love. It's funny, because the boys are in denial, and Ronon's true love is pancakes, and for once it wasn't Sheppard who touched something he shouldn't have.

Missed the Saturday Dance -zoetrope

This, this is an amazing piece of work. It's an AU, where John Sheppard is a test pilot in WWII and Rodney McKay is a genius engineer of said test planes... and it's a mix of medias. There's two audio clips, a movie trailer, as well as the fic which comes to us as pictures, an exchange of letters as well as scenes from their lives together. Amazing work. Really.

The Numbers -trinityofone
For a second he's completely convinced that they're writing to apologize. Dear John Sheppard, we have made a grievous mistake. Our doctor was a moron and you are not, in fact, colorblind. We would like to take you on as soon as possible and in fact have several F-16s specially picked out. Would a starting rank of Colonel be agreeable to you? Sincerely, the U.S. Air Force. Then he realizes how ridiculous this is and has to take several deep breaths to keep from being sick.

MENSA 'verse. That is, the 'verse with "Rod" from "McKay and Mrs. Miller" only this is about the John Sheppard there, and his part in Atlantis without being in the Air Force.

The Roads Never Lead Where They're Supposed to Go -eleveninches
"Zelenka," Rodney demanded, "why are there botanists in my lab?"

"Dr Sheppard was the one to discover the transporters, completely by accident," Zelenka said, like that was supposed to mean something. He clasped Sheppard's shoulder, and Sheppard smirked at Rodney again.

Rodney waited for more of an explanation. When it didn't come, he asked, "So? Is that supposed to impress me? What the hell are transporters?" Both Zelenka and Sheppard looked at him in surprise. "What? I'm not allowed to leave this floor, except to eat and occasionally sleep. Personally, I think Sumner feels threatened by me. You blow up one star, and suddenly everyone thinks you're a loose cannon."

-Another AU where Shappard is a civillian, and a botanist at that, and McKay isn't in charge... and a retake on a B-Grade sci-fi with much amusement for all.

Stargate Atlantis Slash Index
An index set on cataloging fics by cliches. We like 'em because they're cliches anf they're cliches because we like 'em.

A few things, in no particular order:

1.) The menstrual cycle is a curse: you curse it if it comes, and your curse it if it doesn't. Currently cursing it for coming, although I'm also grateful that everything is in working order, and I haven't gone and got myself knocked up. That would lead to all sorts of unpleasant business we don't need.

2.) He says I have a sexy tummy. It makes me laugh. But then I love it when he runs his hands across my belly and along my lower back. Tickling--or trying to--is so not on, however.

3.) I possibly drink too much coffee.

4.) I ate a tuna sandwich yesterday, and it didn't kill me. I still don't really like tuna, though. I'd say it's on the same level of distaste as mushrooms, but not as much as beetroot or eggplant/aubergine. Or absolute loathing like for sheep's kindeys.

5.) Danny Messer/Carmine Giovinazzo is all sorts of pretty:
( See what I mean? )

6.) I have a mini moro bar sitting next to me, and I am too full to eat it. Le shock, horror!

7.) I've been really comment happy lately, having something to say, or sometimes not having something to say, but commenting anyway, particularly because of...

8.) nest_of_spiders, a new comm pimped to me by such_heights. They post prompts daily for the month of April. "The community is open to all characters and pairings (slash, het, gen) from the First War/Marauders' Era of Harry Potter (approximately 1970-1981)." The reponse to prompts has been simply amazing, and I've felt inclined to leave comments as I've yet to be inspired to write fic myself.

9.) I'm much too prideful for the teensy little bit of help I gave ashinae on her Nathan/Peter fic, Nothing So Complicated. It's all sorts of wrongness, but I still love it. Hee.

10.) Have a Happy Easter everyone! (Whether you celebrate it or not. Hope your weekend is grand, anyhow.)

Fin.

What Be Your Nerd Type? Your Result: Gamer/Computer Nerd   You enjoy the visual stimulants of a video game, chatting on AIM, or reading online comics. Most of these types of nerds are considered dirty who lack hygeine, of course they always end up being the ones who make a crapload of money. And don't worry, that's just a stereotype; I'm not calling you dirty. ^_~
Science/Math Nerd
Literature Nerd
Drama Nerd
Social Nerd
Artistic Nerd
Musician
Anime Nerd
What Be Your Nerd Type? Quizzes for MySpace

Seriously, is there something about Easter and Jesus' Undead Shindig, or what, that brings out End-of-the-World vibes? I mean, firstly, there's Black Sheep coming out, uhh, tomorrow, and don't make me repeat the Multi-Fandom challenge I mentioned in my last post, and, oh, someone on my f-list chose to point out World War Z right about now... And also, May bring us 28 Weeks Later 'cause Lord knows that movie needs a sequel with, like, none of the original characters... Yeah.

Completely unrelated, although the Red Eyes might deceive you, pandoras_evil_t posted a handful of pictures from her 21st, including a couple of me (and thus, the only important ones :P) so I figured I'd share. Hopefully she'll get a hold of more and we can sit back and admire them, too. We don't actually have any pictures of being out on the town, just ones from dinner... but hey. It was a grand time. *snerk* Photographic evidence of selling my panties would have been hilarious, now that I think about it.

( Lookit! All prettified )

...Andrea makes me look tanned. *laughs*

In a bid for more linkage... I decided to go looking for CSI: NY fanfic that was Danny-centric, but non-shippy. I found a few, before I got overwhelmed and beat a hasty retreat. But there's one I read, about Danny and Flack set between Seasons 2 & 3, called Brothers and Sisters (Everything I Can't Remember). There's a second, third, & fourth part, as well. And man... I try not to cry over fics. Sometimes I can't stop tears welling up and letting one or two loose. *shakes head* This fic had me damn near bawling by the end. I liked it a lot, though.

...and now I'll get back to betaing a fic for ashinae.

Fin.

So I just had to look up screencaps for the episode "Consequences" when I caught this glimpse of Flack making this oh-so-sweet smile... and then I discovered some other expressions he made that left me giggling. 'Cause I'm a loon.

( Hi, my name is Flack, and I make funny faces )

Fin.

There was this billboard for Waikato draft, the one by the Wharehouse in Hilcrest, and it was really strange when I took a moment to actually read it. One side says: "Honking the horn," and in smaller text, "Our courting." It took me a little thinking to get it, but, sadly, it is true. I go for walks often, and, particularly when I'm dressed nice, but even when I'm not, there is many a time when I get honked at by some passing car. Because our boys don't seem to have ever seen women before, or something.

Anyway, I just got emailed this in a fwd from my mum:

*snicker* Good beer, that.

Fin.

So, since about...Christmas? Or slightly before mebbe, anyway, pandoras_evil_t & the_chief_80 have been slowly buying up each season of Stargate SG-1. They own up to Season 6 now. And we've been watching them, and enjoying them immensely. For whatever reason, though, our watching of Season 6 seems to have passed so much more quickly than previous seasons. Not sure how/why this is. Time is relative, I guess.

Anywho, watching some of the special features included "The Lowdown" which was the Sci-Fi channel special type thing that came out just before Season 7 started up. It was quite fun to watch. Ange and I both "oooh"ed when we saw Amanda Tapping has her bellybutton pierced. That is just all kinds of hotness.

Need to find myself a couple fic links I may have lost. Shit.

Ah, well.

( Meow )

Wesley Crusher: [to Riker] What should I say? How do I act? What do I do?
Commander William T. Riker: Guinan, I need your help. Could you step over here a minute?
Guinan: Sounds simple enough.
Riker: [to Wesley] Now, first words out of your mouth are the most important. You may want to start with something like this.
[to Guinan]
Riker: You are the most beautiful woman in the galaxy...
[to Wesley]
Riker: But that might not work.
Guinan: Yes! Yes, it would.
Riker: [to Guinan] You don't know how long I've wanted to tell you that.
Guinan: But you were afraid.
Riker: Yes.
Guinan: Of me?
Riker: Of us. Of what we might become...
[Wesley tries to interrupt]
Riker: ...or that you might think that was a line.
Guinan: Maybe I do think it's a line.
Riker: Then you think I'm not sincere.
Guinan: I didn't say that. There's nothing wrong with a line. It's like a knock at the door.
Riker: Then you're inviting me in.
Guinan: I'm not sending you away.
Riker: That's more than I expected.
Guinan: Is it as much as you hoped?
Riker: To hope is to recognize the possibility; I had only dreams.
Guinan: Dreams can be dangerous.
Riker: Not these dreams. I dream of a galaxy where your eyes are the stars and the universe worships the night.
Guinan: Careful. Putting me on a pedestal so high, you may not be able to reach me.
Riker: Then I'll learn how to fly. You are the heart in my day and the soul in my night.
Wesley Crusher: [interrupting] I don't think this is my style.
Guinan: Shut up, kid!
[to Riker, saucily]
Guinan: Tell me more about my eyes.

Star Trek TNG, The Dauphin

Fin.

Way back when I was a kid, Iain and Dad went off on some special Boy Scout trip away for the weekend. So, Mum and I went on a special girls only trip to Steamboat Springs, Colorado, and there were llamas and hot air balloons and the whatsit cablecars that got up the mountain...I really liked them.

( Llamas )

But I look back on my childhood and cringe...
-I had really big horrible glasses
-Hermione hair
-fussy eater
-demanding (although I didn't always get it, but man could I kick up a fuss) and whiny
-useless at making friends (and I got picked on a lot, although I've blocked most of it)

...to name a few not so pleasant parts about it all. Not to mention, I can't ever remember myself as a kid being nearl as charismatic as I am these days. Or pretty. I definitely got prettier once I got older. I wasn't even a cute kid. Not really.

Fin.