tales from the dark side...

Salieri has coined the term 'darkside' related to migraines--I think she gets incredibly depressed before she gets knocked out by pain. I'm on the recovery side of a migraine today, but I'm incredibly achey up and down my spine, I still have half-hearted throbs of pain on the side of my head, and epic levels of ambivalence about going to work.

So I'm not at work. Sadly, no one is progressing the multi-day experiment I left in the middle of in my absence. So I'll probably go in later. Not now.

I think I've gone darkside, as Sal so aptly put it. Send fic.

Randomly, what I have been doing on my drugged out day off (took a half day yesterday, half-day today. So far.) in bullet points:

* Apparently yesterday I started knitting a scarf. I normally have little interest in scarves, and I'm stunned, frankly that I managed a pattern at all, while sitting quietly in my cool, dark room with my brain turned down with drugs. I don't remember deciding to do this, actually. I'd been checking out the pattern for a while--it's a fairly popular one, here, but I'm using a green (with yellow and blue tone) silk yarn. I was going to link to it, but apparently that's too hard. It's my first knit with circular needles, though, and those are fun. Meanwhile my Dad's Christmas socks are about 25% done and I totally ignored those yesterday. Apparently. I mean, maybe I knit half a sock and ripped it out, how would I know? I don't usually have multiple projects going on at the same time, though.

* In a vague panic about my finances (again this month) I started talking to my parents about whether they could buy out my debt in a no interest loan. Apparently, what with that and my Nana's inheritance money, it might be doable.

* And then a flight sale meant I had to buy Christmas flights home before the prices skyrocketed again. It's just depressing.

* thefourthvine posted a recs list of comfort fic, and stated somewhere in there (my ability to link is broken, but she just posted this):

Also, this story proves that in the land far beyond the Broccoli Test, there is another, greater test, and it is this:

If one member of your pairing can forget who he is and go on the lam, and the other one can track him and predict where he'll be next, your pairing has passed the Chicago's Most Wanted Test. I can think of few pairings that could pass, frankly. I mean, of my OTPs - Blair Sandburg could absolutely do this for Jim Ellison, but not vice versa unless you allowed senses-related trickery, which is a rules violation. Rodney McKay and John Sheppard likely have a 50/50 chance, but if they get it wrong, someone ends up in prison or something blows up. And, oddly, I don't believe Jack O'Neill and Daniel Jackson could do it alone, but any three members of (original) SG1 could easily find the other. I just think it would take all of them.

My head went to a storytelling place until I realized that they have kind of done this in canon at least a few times; with Vala (who thought she was a fugitive and did disable a couple of dangerous people, though wasn't actually breaking laws) and with Teal'c, who didn't forget who he was so much as get really, really sick and run away from the US Government. That's not Jack and Daniel, obviously, which I would like to read, but I would have probably written it for Teal'c and Cameron anyway (though TFV is right--they'd need the team, if only to reign in Cameron who would probably be doing his 'excitable puppy' impression, crossed with the 'improputu failure to follow orders and instead go running after Teal'c' habit he has. I can completely hear Daniel trying to make the point that whether Teal'c wants to be found is absolutely key to whether they'll be able to find him.

Somebody write that. Or, you know, something like it? Please? I'm pathetic, over here.

(okay, I'm not. I am, however, blatantly begging you to entertain me, apparently.)

* I have a memory of talking to synecdochic yesterday, which is weird because I'm pretty sure she's still traveling. I could check AIM logs.

[ETA: Totally did talk to her, when she was in an airport. And I was attempting to knit, apparently v. badly:
Minx: And, wanna see the pattern I've just whimsically decided to knit for myself despite being in the middle of Christmas knitting?
Synecdochic: Sure!
Synecdochic: Oooh, yes, I know the pattern!
Minx: purl front and back is a new and exciting skill I'm working on with this one.
Also, first time I'm using circular needles.
Shiny metallic green circs!
Synecdochic: Nice!
Minx: I'm quite pleased with my loopy self.
Minx: Also, I've confused myself with the pattern.
Synecdochic: Awww.
Minx: I suspect it's me, not the pattern.
...
Minx: How am I short one stitch/
Minx: ?
Synecdochic: It's under the couch.
Minx: fucker.
Minx: *goes to look*
Minx: The guy I went out with on Sunday commented the first time he noticed me swearing.
Minx: OOPS. I found it.
Synecdochic: whee!
...
Minx: *rips out scarf and starts over*
Synecdochic: *pets you*
Minx: Fuck, my head still hurts.
Synecdochic: *rubs your shoulders*

She was NICE to me, wasn't she? I don't remember any of this. And yet there was six inches of scarf knit this morning.]

* I am downloading the webisodes of Sanctuary and am curious to see how things changed. There could be some fabulous AU stories written about actor switching, I feel.

Okay, that's all I got. Please to talk to me, or commentfic. Share something random? You can make it up, I don't even mind.

ETA 2, ~1 PM: I have aura indicating a second migraine, so never mind about that whole 'I command you to entertain me' thing. Feel free to talk to each other, of course, but I'm out of commission for the next little while. Be excellent to each other. *goes to take horse pills*