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Saturday, May 2nd, 2009
5:32 pm	Oh Hai Internets Ah, look - it's only been like 4 months since my last post. Sweet. That's no time at all in internet land, is it? I've been lurking once in a while, reading a bit of Merlin fic (to which I mostly say "eh", although any show starring Giles will always be close to my heart, and the behind the scenes videos which reveal the actor playing Arthur as a total dork desperate to be friends with the guy playing Merlin warmed me up a bit.) I'm just not ready to let go of Space Gays on Crack, I guess. Not ready to let go of Live Journal either, although it seems that the actual diaspora is now upon us in the form of Dreamwidth. (Not that I have anything against Dreamwidth - it's really just that change is bad and different is wrong.) I guess I'll just sit here in my rocking chair on the porch as the town dries up an all the young 'uns move to the big city. I don't really see moving until/unless I find something new to be fannish about, and there aren't really any hot prospects at the moment. Merlin really is a little too teenaged for me, and although Stargate 90210 has the potential of familiarity at least, it seems unlikely that those clowns who are writing it will strike a JohnShepperdesque goldmine twice. I watched Kings for a bit, but got bored pretty quick with how dumb the princess is, and how wildly pretentious the whole universe looked. I still love Bones, but they don't need fic... I do recommend a show on USA called "In Plain Sight" Winning on many counts, with its strong female lead, snarky and bizarre dialog, and partnership without the 'ship between the lead gal and the dude US Marshal (who is hilariously actually named "Marshall") I guess that once I catch up on LJ, I'll have to start in on some more focused TV watching, and find someone new to love. oh - and - to pick up where I least left off - I did leave the black dude with the criminal parts he wanted, and solved the problem by giving him a couple more small shots - so as to hopefully dilute the bad-black-man vibe. I'm not sure it worked, but when it comes down to it, I am a people-before-principles kind of gal - and I just couldn't break his heart. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 18th, 2009
10:04 pm	Race So - one of the projects I am working on now has 10 people in it - all people who were involved before I was hired. Almost everyone is playing multiple roles. It's a story being told by people in the "future", about the past (early 30's Eastern Europe.) There is one black guy in the cast. He has 3 roles. One of them is a political protester, who becomes a suicide bomber and kills (accidentally) the heroine's one true love. The second is a child molester, struggling to deal with his "unnatural urges" (that one is small - just a page or so.) The last is an "Adam" character, who eventually, from a place of total innocence, becomes the father of the next human race ("Eve" is white.) The cast is set, but I do have both the power and authority to shift around some of the smaller roles. I talked to him about shifting him from the child molester monologue to a monologue (a little shorter, and less complex) by a guy who owns a mine. He was heartbroken. I told him I thought it was shady the way the only black guy in the cast was playing the two overt criminals (suicide bomber and child molester.) He pointed out that there is certainly a lot of morally questionable and even possibly genocidal behavior on the part of a bunch of the white characters, which is true - although all of those characters are presented in some way as tragic heroes. I said I thought it was important that when people watch this thing (or anything,ever, actually), they don't get one more piece of the black-men-are-criminals narrative put in their face. He argued passionately and articulately about the work he had done building those two characters, and about his performance of them as a work of art that he had created. I told about how I've spent the last decade of my life actively working to usurp the presumptive narrative's positioning of p.o.c.s in every single story-telling event and work of art that I have created. I made a decision about what to do, but I wonder what you guys think. (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 30th, 2008
1:59 pm	AT LAST MY LOVE HAS COME ALONG! Last night I dreamed I had sex with Joe Flanigan! Or possibly John Sheppard for part of the time, but mostly Joe Flanigan. DEAR SUBCONSCIOUS: Y u take so long to give me love? It was awesome - and only made more so by the way at the end of the dream there was a bit of red-hot making out with the scorchingly sexy German lawyer who has been subletting my old apartment for the past year and a half. (Not - please note - monanotlisa, who is a scorchingly hot German lawyer, but continues to refuse steadfastly to live near by.) Oh the details are slipping away, but there was definitely a bit where I was showing him (Joe? John? Who cares!) where he could get a sandwich (a strangely classy white-linen-tablecloth type place, which may have been supposed to be craft services - although really only on its finest day) and I was standing in front of the table looking out the window, and he came up behind me, and sort of stood with his body a millimeter away from mine, and I kept trying to talk about sandwiches, but it got sort of hard to breathe, and then he very very delicately started gathering my hair up in one hand, slowly slowly, one curl at a time, until my neck was all bare and shivery, and then he bent forward and just sort of whispered his stubble against my skin, and the second my knees went (UNDERSTANDABLY!) weak, he caught me around the waist with his other arm, and pulled me back against him, and we were both naked, and there was a table right there to bend over, so, well, WOOO WHOO! Good job subconscious! In other news, I have a lot of work to do today, so I am procrastinating by moving computer files around instead, and I discovered all the Big Bangs that I downloaded to read while I was traveling and never got around to. There like 5 or 6 files all between 600 and 800 KB, and then there is auburnnothenna's, which is TWO THOUSAND AND THIRTEEN kb. Way to go Auburn! (I admit I am still a little afraid to start reading it, because I am worried that I will get hurt - even though I sort of like that kind of hurt. But it's coming baby, it's coming.) (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 5th, 2008
5:51 pm	tomorrow and tomorrow So - I got myself re-enfranchised. I left the polling place incensed, after tearing up the "affidavit ballot" (which I assume a vote-counter would have torn up anyway later.) Then I hauled ass to a computer to check my registration - printed it out, and stuck it in my pocket, so I could seethe all day until I could go back to the polls. I went back, and it turned out they had told me the wrong district in the morning (Not the wrong polling place - around here, you go to your polling place, and then you tell them your address, and they send you to a table that's specific for your district, and they look you up in the district book and off you go to the little cubby.) I told myself that the problem was they were just overwhelmed in the morning with how ludicrously many more people were there than there usually are - but when I was back in the afternoon, arguing my case, it was basically deserted, and I saw the same thing happen to someone else! (I ended up chasing her down, and showing her the website to check and whatnot.) Anyway - I voted! And we won! And of course we won my district (I assume unanimously) but man oh man, am I glad I am one of the numbers next to his name. I cried some, when they called it, and I am still more moved than I can say. I can't believe this happened in my lifetime. I can't believe how it feels to be hopeful again. I almost cried again when I saw what happened in California. So heartbreaking. I can't imagine my friends and neighbors turning around and telling me that my marriage doesn't get to exist. But...we saw last night what some might consider the culmination of the last great civil rights battle. In spite of yesterday's defeat, I have hope that the next one won't take as long. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 4th, 2008
8:26 am	Holy Fucking Shit! DISENFRANCHISED! My name wasn't on the list at my polling place! Where I voted! 8 months ago! In the primary for THIS RACE! And during every piddly little dog catcher election in the last 6 years! And they were like, "Use the affadavidt ballot." and I was like "WTF!" And the little old lady running the thing said "Oh, don't worry about it, sometimes the computer just drops people. It will be ok" And I was like "OMG! WTF! NOT OK!" I am so angry I almost started crying. If my neighborhood goes for McCain, I will cut someone! Possibly the little old lady! Because when democracy fails, so does civilization! God Dammit! (9 Comments |Comment on this)
7:22 am	no day but today I'm up early and in line. This place is a madhouse. I've been voting here for 6 years and its never looked like this. (Comment on this)
Saturday, November 1st, 2008
1:22 pm	Non-Sga Media Related Issues 1) Why isn't there more Bones fic? I just mainlined all of Bones while I was traveling, and it's totally fucking fantastic! There's smart people interacting with wit and science talk! There's acknowledged sexual tension! Also, it turns out I really like David Borreanez (however it's spelled. I'm pretty sure it ends with a Z.) My friends and I used to like to play a game where we would watch the credits for late season Buffy and Angel eps, and shout out "Thin Angel!" or "Fat Angel!" when shots of Broody McBroodster appeared. I got the feeling that by the end of the run, David B. was pretty resentful of being stuck playing Angel, and was depressed and eating a lot of pop-tarts. Or else Angel was secretly gorging on the blood of innocents with high cholesterol. I mean, for an undead immortal dude, his weight was fluctuating like a 13 year-old girl with a cheerleading habit. He seems much happier now! He's Well Muscled Angel and it's fun to watch him act! 2) You guys, this Zac Effron character, who all the actual 13 year-old girls like, is pretty cute. I accompanied some gentlemen of the Musical Theater Persuasion (his other target demographic) to a showing of High School Musical 3 last week, and was struck by his pretty pretty mouth, flat, doll-like eyes, and perfectly muscled back. Plus, he can waltz. "Come here little boy!" I thought, "Do you want some candy?" The actress playing his mom clearly thought the same thing. There's a scene where she pats his cheek, leans in a leetle too close, and licks her lips at the same time...it's all at once disturbing and totally understandable. I may even watch High School Musicals 1 and 2 someday! I hear we see his nipples in one of those movies! 2a) I loved the scene when he was playing basketball in the dark, and his Dad confronted him about the kinky porno mag he had found under Zach's mattress. "Why can't you steal my Playboys like a normal kid!" Dad cried, brandishing the Juilliard* course catalog. "My god! There are pictures of men wearing tights in here!" 2b) If you are going to a popular movie in Manhattan, and are not interested in the hand-to-hand combat involved in getting several seats together at a midtown theater, you should know that there is a theater in Battery Park City (which I like to refer to as NEW JERSEY) that is quite a hike from the subway, but usually deserted. For your convenience, there's a crappy mexican restaurant which serves pretty strong margaritas right next door, and a DSW shoe warehouse in the building. SO you can get ripped, buy yourself some trashy purple boots, and then go ogle the ripe teenage flesh in relative comfort and privacy. If that's your thing, I mean (as it so so very much is mine.) 3) I need some boots. Elegant, waterproof, flat, comfortable, and not likely to pop my messed up knee. Not purple. Any suggestions? * I told Orville, and I told Wilbur, and now I'm telling you - there are 2 "i"s in the word Juilliard. LJ's spellcheck disagrees. But then, it also says that fanfic is not a word, so there you have it. (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 20th, 2008
10:08 pm	Stargate: SG-GAY I am traveling for work with very little internet and no cable - and all I have seen of the latest SGA was a 30 second preview of John and Rodney having a chat. It was very very very gay. And jealous. And also gay. So very gay that I thought - "what? really?" As Peter Gabriel says, my heart went "boom, boom, boom!", and I also thought, "wow. well, maybe they got canceled and figured 'fuck it' and now every episode is going to have 1000% of the recommended daily allowance of gay, leading up to the final, glorious, musical episode, in which the gateroom stairs finally come into their own, and John's history as a gay robot is revealed, and Elizabeth comes back to life (as, possibly a heterosexual robot, interested in a three-way with Lorne and Zelenka)and Ronon hooks it up with Keller, and Teyla is put in charge, and Todd brings universal peace and vegetarian wraithism to the universe, and is possibly gay with Michael, and all is well with the world." *sigh* a girl can dream, right? Also - while absent from cyberland, I missed saying happy birthday to my dear Glenda, and to the lovely Mona. It's not lack of affection ladies - it was merely substandard connectivity that prevented me from offering up good wishes and porn. (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, August 22nd, 2008
7:38 pm	Say it ain't so! I'm in an AIRPORT on my way to a job, and I get one second of connectivity, and I think, "I wonder if I would go blind if I tried to read Auburn's Big Bang on my phone (answer: yes) - so I take a look at my flist - and its the END OF THE WORLD!! Awww, man! All I can say is: I started watching this show AFTER reading a ton of fic- most memorably a bit of enzyme porn in Helenish's journal that made me wonder why none of those Wraith dudes got to nail this John Sheppard character (answer: he was saving himself for Todd) - so.... Although I will be sad to run out of new screen caps of Rodney's ass, or Teyla's wig, or Ronon's Velvet Elvis - I think we'll do ok on our own. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 7th, 2008
10:33 am	Gold Standard I was just reading an article about Michael Phelps (champion olympic swimmer/questionable mustache owner) and stumbled across this brilliant tidbit of information: The United States Olympic Training Center occupies a former military installation not far from the center of Colorado Springs "!!!", is all I have to say. No, wait, that's not true. I've had an obsessive love of the winter olympics forever - one of my earliest memories is of watching the bobsled competition in the 1976 winter olympics; the visceral visuals of twists and turns eventually propelled me towards a passion for waterslides (similar action but WARMER. And less falling down involved.) And the skaters! Figure skating has got lots of sparkly costumes and sometimes fantastic drama (if you can't guess that I own a copy of this book, well, then, you will never ever ever know me.) Neither of those fascinations ever competed with my gigantic crush on Dan Jansen though. I grew up not far from him, so he was a home-town hero, as well as a figure of Tragedy! and Drama! - and then, brilliantly, with better story structure than real life usually has the simple decency to provide - Olympic Victory! The summer olympics have never been as exciting for me, but I suspect that is all about to change, now that I know that the swimmers actually train in the pool at Stargate Command. Who will be the athlete? McKay (with his instinctive genius grasp of fluid dynamics and skimpy speedo the same color as his eyes) or John (with the full-body swim-glove he insists he needs to keep his chest hair from slowing him down, but which is clearly all about his deep-seated fear of being naked around other men.) I could really go either way. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 4th, 2008
8:32 am	back in the saddle 1) Transition back to posting after sad hiatus = difficult. 2) SGA = awesome - I am loving the new season so far. 3) The Dark Knight = entertaining, but, really...Heath Ledger was very good, and A+ to him for working hard and whatnot, but...this is what he tragically destroyed himself over? It's a comic book, dude! Dial it back a notch. If you can't achieve a performance of the Joker without locking yourself in your hotel room and driving yourself actually crazy until you're too strung out to come down afterwords, UR DOIN' IT WRONG. Or, in the words of Sir Laurence Olivier, "Dear boy, it's called acting" In other news, can we talk about prime / not prime for a second? I am not a math person, so I didn't really think about it much before I started writing it into a story, but... Is it actually a dorky memory game? I used to think, "eh, I guess I'll suspend my disbelief" about Mckay and Zelenka doing the math in their heads - it takes computers years to calculate new primes - but whatevs, I hear that McKay at least is a genius...and then I started thinking that it was a pattern recognition thing, like on an IQ test where they give you a series of numbers and you're supposed to figure out the next one in the sequence...I think real math people can just "feel" what's right, the way a great jazz musician can feel the right notes to play. But now I am starting to think that it's really just that they know a lot of prime numbers - that it's the equivalent of Mckay discussing the trivia of Batman episodes (see - ha - this entire post does have an underlying theme) with Sheppard. Yes? No? Prime? Not-Prime? It's important, because it changes the game from a conscious display of mad math genius, to an unconscious display of an intensely dorkitudenous hobby (defeating people by memorizing special numbers.) Oh Rodney. I love you anyway. (21 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 20th, 2008
7:16 pm	I Am The (S)hero of The Story Dissenter said this: Slash: Workin' for The Man Every Night And Day I said: I don't buy your equation of homosocial and homosexual behavior, nor the conclusions that you draw from it. The Patriarchy regularly gags on homosexual identity - the repeated (institutionalized!) criminalization of gay behavior all over the world makes that clear. Even if you base your argument on a subconscious or subsocial link between the two, you'd have to grant the that by willfully ignoring vast swaths of negative cultural presentation on the subject, slash writers have seized (and colonized) ground that the Patriarchy labeled taboo. In what way is that not feminist, and, indeed, radical? Is it because slash is - as you say - so phallocentric? But why is the appropriation of male sexual identity in the service of female pleasure not - at least - an upending of the Patriarchy's dominance over the erotic sphere? The source material itself is often witlessly misogynist - granted. And maybe there is a thread to be pursued here re: why and how slash/fanfic writers identify the source texts that interest them... But I believe that by co-opting the male leads in a pop-culture narrative, and portraying them as sexually attracted to and pleasured by the same attributes and behaviors that attract and pleasure the (as you say) heterosexual female author - slash as a genre is tremendously (and subversively) feminist. Also - as I may have mentioned here before: I'm pretty confident about my feminist street cred, I am consciously and enthusiastically engaging in a network of cyber-sexual relationships with other women, and yes, I also like dick. ETA: AWESOME. She just deleted my comment. (12 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 4th, 2008
10:43 pm	double take dude - my life is sort of chaos right now for various reasons - so I've only been luring around LJ recently. but I had to tell you guys - I saw Lucius Lavin (Lovin?) on the street at like 8:00 this morning right outside my building! I was totally tired (and poss. hungover) and I did like a three act double-take. Really practically a spit-take. He looked kind of tired too - he was carrying a paper and just sort of shumbling along. Fortunately, I think it just looked to him like I was having some sort of seizure as the morning sun blazed unmercifully across my dull red eyes, as opposed to choking uncontrollably as I swallowed down the SGA flashback I was suffering. He seemed to feel my pain. Hmmm. Maybe he did know it was a flashback after all. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, February 15th, 2008
1:57 am	Hell to the No. Finally caught up with SGA - Trio ( I call Bullshit! ) (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, January 26th, 2008
11:40 pm	In case you're curious about my politics Why yes, that was my boyfriend taking names in the SC. Sanboy says he'll never win (not the nomination, the actual election). I say, if we get a race between McCain and Obama, I'll go to bed happy in November - and if my boyfriend wins - well, it will be a brave new world when I wake up, won't it? (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008
1:43 am	Not so much for me with the live music on the other hand if you ever get a chance to see this guy - http://www.jonathanbatiste.com/index.htm any kind of chance at all - do it. he's god-touched. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, January 18th, 2008
11:02 pm	You know what show is really quite good? Stargate Atlantis. ( SGA - Quarantine ) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
1:16 pm	LiveJournal Censorship and Invasion of Privacy For the Win! I find the "This content is for adults!" cut-tag thing deeply creepy. Or rather - I found it slightly bizarre and off-putting, until I went looking for an awesome SGA story in which the central conflict was built around government control and invasion of the private lives of our boys...and discovered that it was behind one of those self-censoring tags. The fine taste of irony that flavored my subsequent reading of the story didn't ruin it (it was too good for that), but it sure did shake up my sense of the author's relationship to her text. And the more I thought about it...well - that's when I started being creeped out by a system in which we self-identify as pornographers. I do recognize that MAYBE the intent is to give LJ a way to say - we warned you! to anyone who complains about content, AND at best it would give the owner of an individual journal the same line of defense...but I don't see how that defense is going to be any stronger then the current MPAA ratings system which is already commonly used, and which utilizes an existing cultural vocabulary. And on the other hand...it's sure going to make targets for future purges a little easier to identify, isn't it? Continuing along those lines, I looked around the community which searches LJ for journals, content, keywords and what have you, and THAT was WAY creepy, because of course I searched for myself immediately, and found a bunch of people I've never met quoting a snotty question I asked in an admin journal, back during Strike Through. I am pretty careful about not writing things in LJ which connect too solidly to my real identity - but I realized that I have also been counting quite heavily on the anonymity of volume. Back when the internets first burst into my life, the false sense of safety came from the organic cultural limitations on its use. (Circular logic at best, but - I was an un-threatening smart, geeky girl - just like the other people who were attracted to and had access to the places I frequented - so the people reading the things I wrote self-limited themselves into a sympathetic jury of my peers). Now the net is so big that it seems that no one could ever possibly find me except by accident - so the chances of trouble coming from this journal are no greater than the daily risk I run of getting mugged on the street. Sure, it could happen - but probably not - and if it did, it would have very little to do with me as Me. I was talking to glendaglamazon the other day, and I told her that I very much feel that LiveJournal is a big dark empty cave, and when I post things, I am scrawling on the walls, writing ideas and stories that only an imaginary audience will see. She gently suggested that if I wasn't such a freakshow, her introducing me to a number of LJ friends live and in person would have shaken that up - and she's not wrong - but my id just hasn't made the leap. See, although as time has gone on, I have done a tiny bit of social networking here, I still mostly show up for the fic. And by fic I mean porn. Or sometimes, just discussion about porn/fic/SGA. So my sex drive is what powers my relationship to LJ, to fic, and to all you ladies (and let me tell you just how pleased Sanboy was when I meta-ed myself to the statement that I am involved in a vast, spiraling - international! - network of cyber-sexual relationships with a bunch of smart chicks. It's like all his lesbian dreams have almost come true!) And my sex drive feels private - a feeling which colors what I think about the content of this journal - even though I am not locking or guarding the content in any way. Presumably, if you find your way here, you are interested in the same kind of things that I dig - if you're not, you'll never show (or if you do pop your head in for a minute, you won't stick around long enough to matter). Posting and public discussions of sex-stories aside...(and when I say "aside" I mean I think I will return later to wonder aloud if part of our interest in slash comes from the way it is sexy and intimate yet distanced in some way from what most of us have personally experienced - and so allows us to maintain a shield of privacy over our actual sex-lives) - I also discovered something else! I have been working hard to remain unspoiled for this season of SGA. I'm not really sure why - I was a GIGANTIC spoiler whore when I watched the X-Files... Maybe there is something about the delighted surprise that Space Gays on Crack often inspires in me...it's like I want it to remain pure. I want to be surprised right along with John when Caldwell and Ellis tell him that all he has to do to be promoted to full-bird is shave his head. Anyway - I didn't read some of helenish's posts earlier in the season, because her cut-tags were all "Get Your Red Hot Spoilers Here" - but one of the links on the creepy search site showed me this! The answer to the implicit question in her post, and, indeed, the actual point of this one is: The pre-blowjob growl came at 24:20, and the other thing came at 26:46. So - censorship, stalking and invasion of privacy FTW! The tools of oppression have just served to enable my big gay love for John and Rodney, and my ability to share that love with others! Hooray! Now lets get back to the porn. (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 1st, 2008
5:19 pm	rite moar In 2008 I am going to: finish the gold shoes. get more sleep get at least 30 min of exercise a day (easy in NYC - just walk instead of taking the subway - so no more slacking off) drink less (hmmm. maybe) drink more! Water, that is, and also milk - because calcium supplements make me dizzy, but my bones are still getting older. get my damn self pregnant. possibly with help from sanboy. then drink less. throw/give away the clothes I don't wear. throw/give away the clothes I shouldn't wear. pay more attention to how I look. try not to boss sanboy around so much. go to church every week. call my mom every week. quit getting mad at sanboy when he doesn't let me boss him around. throw things away. unclutter. finish fixing up the house. email/call people back more quickly. do our 2007 taxes before April 15th! write more. finish some fic (and post it!). finish the gold shoes. quit being afraid of what the gold shoes might mean. finish the gold shoes. (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 27th, 2007
12:04 am	kickin' it old skool I watched me some SG-1 over the holiday weekend, which was mostly dopey, and BTW you guys, NOT ONE LITTLE BIT GAY. I mean it. I am not trying to hate on anyone's OTP, but the Carter/O'Neill thing is SO VERY MUCH CANNON that I can't believe that any slasher slogged through ten years of that crap to be all, "oh that ONE time O'Neill grabbed Daniel's arm just before he jumped off a balcony in his alien induced suicidal depression!" Come on. O'Neill didn't even scratch behind his ear and look shifty after he did it! Compared to SG-1, SGA is totally (not that this is news to us) SPACEGAYS ON CRACK. Also there were a number of heartfelt episodes/scenes in the early seasons which included O'Neill's ex-wife. She was very classy and heartbroken and a tiny little bit dykey and clearly invested in O'Neill as a person even though their marriage fell apart in the maelstrom of the OMG TRAGEDY TRAGEDY MAKE IT STOP I ACKNOWLEDGE THE TRAGEDY OF YOUR DEAD KID ALREADY. I cannot help but contemplate what would happen if Sheppard's CANNONICAL (and not in the sense or being a nun with super-powers, although that might be the best AU ever)ex-wife showed up on SGA. Totally not the mutual agonized respect-love-angst-fest that SG-1 had, I'll tell you that for free. I like to believe that the divine ex Mrs. Shep is either an experimental fighter pilot from Iowa named Shirley (she called him Shep and he called her Shirl), who ends up in Atlantis attached to the Daedalus as a pilot of the next generation of 302's, or a French scientist named Monique, who routinely tosses her jet-black curls over her shoulder and snottily informs the (idiots) who underestimate her that she has more important things to do than stand around waiting while they figure out how to get their jobs done. I think Lorne develops a little crush on Shirl while detached to the Daedalus to learn the 302's and assess their potential as a military blah blah blah and then when they finally get to Atlantis there is a total HELLO AWKWARD scene in the gate room, while Lorne tries to figure out how bro's before ho's applies when the bro is question is totally gay and (at a minimum) all three of them know it. In other news, Rodney develops an obsessive (not to say creepy) fixation on Monique, because for all his wild accusations about Sheppard and any number of Gals from Pegasus, he realizes that Monique is the only person who Rodney has met who he is absolutely sure that John Sheppard has definitely absolutely fucked. He finds himself eying her in the labs and trying to engineer situations where she is in the same room as John, and then he spends and awful lot of time having confusing fantasies about having sex with her, or possibly about watching John have sex with her, or maybe there is a threesome in there somewhere. I'm clearly incapable of getting a completed story past my internal sensor, but, oh, I think maybe I could tell more tales about Shep and his ex if SG-1 and its rampant hetero-normativeness would quit bringing me down. In other news, I am now 35 and still not knocked up. (14 Comments |Comment on this)