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Mar. 31st, 2008
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Mar. 31st, 2008 09:35 amSeriously, you guys who said I should watch Duet next in SGA -- have I not publicized my humiliation squick enough recently? The part where people acting embarrassingly out of character and being judged on it by their friends gives me actual physical discomfort? Because that is one of those few things, in a reasonably shameless and extremely checkered career spanning fifteen years and at least a dozen fandoms, which I have never written. I have literally written more incest than I have written intentional OOC characterization. And we all know my feelings on incest.
I love you all. I do. I rant because...well, it's amusing, no other reason really. But I rant with love! Love which supercedes the incredible awkwardness of that episode! Kind of!
It was reasonably amusing up until the point where it became blatantly unwatchable, I will say. I'm going to assume it ends with ( spoiler! )
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jade_dragoness said to substitute "my breasts" for every time Teyla said "my people" and I think she's on to something, because in Duet Teyla declares "My people are strong and proud!"
Yes, Teyla. Yes they are.
I am going to catch a few more of the recc'd episodes, but I don't think SGA is a fandom that will stick, alas.
Whoa, Doctor McScotsypants put on weight in S2.
I love you all. I do. I rant because...well, it's amusing, no other reason really. But I rant with love! Love which supercedes the incredible awkwardness of that episode! Kind of!
It was reasonably amusing up until the point where it became blatantly unwatchable, I will say. I'm going to assume it ends with ( spoiler! )
Also,
jade_dragoness said to substitute "my breasts" for every time Teyla said "my people" and I think she's on to something, because in Duet Teyla declares "My people are strong and proud!"Yes, Teyla. Yes they are.
I am going to catch a few more of the recc'd episodes, but I don't think SGA is a fandom that will stick, alas.
Whoa, Doctor McScotsypants put on weight in S2.
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Mar. 31st, 2008 02:56 pmI think I made the crazy Lithuanian woman who does our janitorial stuff angry.
She kept ranting at me about people using the handicapped bathroom, I don't even know, and I can't understand what she says! The only reason I know she was talking about the handicapped bathroom is that she said, and I kid you not, "The place. For the special people. In the carts."
On the other hand, I had lunch with other actual people today, which was pleasant. The coworker who calls me baby, who I will have to coin a name for sooner or later, grabbed me as I was leaving for lunch and she and Newly Met Coworker C and I all went down to lunch together. He's about my age and is another one of her Babies, and beyond that I think he writes PR or something.
Coworker C: Why do you take your coat off that way?
Me: What way?
Coworker C: You get it all the way off your right arm and then kind of ease it down your left. Oh -- wow, did you have surgery?
Me: No, that's the scar where they cut off the cast.
Love this scar. It's a conversation piece!
Apparently I still take my coat off the way I did when I had the cast. But I got to do my Broken Wrist Monologue, which is all about how I tripped and fell but that's boring so I say it was Ninja Assassins and even got to write that on the whiteboard of the doctor's office, which also contains a running total of injuries acquired while cutting bagels and the phrase "Sprained fingers during an intimate moment." Which is almost as good as my Broken Penis story.
I'm saving the Broken Penis story for tomorrow, since it happened on April Fool's Day a few years ago. I'm not going to go in for any April Foolery this year; my jokes always take too much prep and I didn't have the energy. But I will tell you all the story of the Broken Penis, because those who haven't heard it will enjoy it and if you have heard it, well, you can't hear the story of the Broken Penis too many times. It's never not funny.
NB: Not my penis. Someone else's.
She kept ranting at me about people using the handicapped bathroom, I don't even know, and I can't understand what she says! The only reason I know she was talking about the handicapped bathroom is that she said, and I kid you not, "The place. For the special people. In the carts."
On the other hand, I had lunch with other actual people today, which was pleasant. The coworker who calls me baby, who I will have to coin a name for sooner or later, grabbed me as I was leaving for lunch and she and Newly Met Coworker C and I all went down to lunch together. He's about my age and is another one of her Babies, and beyond that I think he writes PR or something.
Coworker C: Why do you take your coat off that way?
Me: What way?
Coworker C: You get it all the way off your right arm and then kind of ease it down your left. Oh -- wow, did you have surgery?
Me: No, that's the scar where they cut off the cast.
Love this scar. It's a conversation piece!
Apparently I still take my coat off the way I did when I had the cast. But I got to do my Broken Wrist Monologue, which is all about how I tripped and fell but that's boring so I say it was Ninja Assassins and even got to write that on the whiteboard of the doctor's office, which also contains a running total of injuries acquired while cutting bagels and the phrase "Sprained fingers during an intimate moment." Which is almost as good as my Broken Penis story.
I'm saving the Broken Penis story for tomorrow, since it happened on April Fool's Day a few years ago. I'm not going to go in for any April Foolery this year; my jokes always take too much prep and I didn't have the energy. But I will tell you all the story of the Broken Penis, because those who haven't heard it will enjoy it and if you have heard it, well, you can't hear the story of the Broken Penis too many times. It's never not funny.
NB: Not my penis. Someone else's.
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Mar. 31st, 2008 05:36 pmI think either R found this LJ (oh god oh god oh god) or had some kind of epiphany about how he's been acting lately.
Not only did he clean and put out booze for me and stuff, but today he texted me eight or nine times with all kinds of useful information like "Building locks have been changed, come in the back door, your key's on the counter" and "That Girl is over, sorry. Forewarned is forearmed."
Then I looked in the dryer when I got home, and found all his clothes in there, so I looked in my room. The shirts I'd left in the dryer on Friday were hung up, and the rest were on my bed. He hung up my shirts.
"I didn't think you wanted me handling all your stuff," he said.
"Thank you for not folding my underwear," I told him.
R, IF YOU ARE READING THIS, YOU ARE OKAY BY ME. DON'T READ THE FANFIC, IT'LL ONLY UPSET YOU.
Not only did he clean and put out booze for me and stuff, but today he texted me eight or nine times with all kinds of useful information like "Building locks have been changed, come in the back door, your key's on the counter" and "That Girl is over, sorry. Forewarned is forearmed."
Then I looked in the dryer when I got home, and found all his clothes in there, so I looked in my room. The shirts I'd left in the dryer on Friday were hung up, and the rest were on my bed. He hung up my shirts.
"I didn't think you wanted me handling all your stuff," he said.
"Thank you for not folding my underwear," I told him.
R, IF YOU ARE READING THIS, YOU ARE OKAY BY ME. DON'T READ THE FANFIC, IT'LL ONLY UPSET YOU.