Beware of girls in foul moods.
Jan. 26th, 2006 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
minxy*is moody*
You've been warned.
Ah, administration, how you baffle me. I did my part, I filled out a big huge form for you, I sent it to the address you specified, I liked the woman at the other end of that address and trusted her to do good work, but all you people in the middle? SOMEBODY LOST MY ENVELOPE. This, this is exactly my beef with sacred texts (incidently, if someone lifts this rant and inserts it, more or less verbatim, as a Rodney rant, just a few props in the authors notes is all I ask) and people who think they are an absolute truth because no matter the holiness of the person writing, it's still written by a fallible, faulty, imperfect human being; this makes them theories, possibly very good theories based on some very interesting philosophy, but hardly laws, because they must be inherently qualified. Everything we touch has the potential for human error. And really, the smarter the human, the greater potential for silly little stupid mistakes like LOSING ADMINISTRATIVE PAPERWORK which really is only important to the administrators and no one else but causes me headaches. HEADACHES. Human beings. Fallible. It is a truth universally acknowledged, right up there with *insert Kaylee-like swooping hand movement* otherwise really wonderful people getting all wierd over some cultural mandate that involves jewelry even though you have repeatedly declared a lack of interest in impractical, unuseful adornments. Still, still! He emails and tells me stories and worries about my day and wishes he could touch me and omg mixed signals, P. You need to sort out your control issues, my friend, and until then, I accept your attention, but I do not reciprocate flirting, because you need to figure out if you want me or not. Granted, it's not like he's been waffling on the subject for AGES, but still, I'm done with his indecision.
Go away, life. Don't look at me.
Other people out there *points at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
destina and cofax7 and paian* are reccing marvelous work. They are also much more fun to be around. I understand if you ditch me and head over to the parties they're throwing.
Still,ltlj had a perfectly timed post today reccing Atlantis H/C fic since she's having a lousy day (what a coincidence, thinks I, maybe what cheered her up will cheer me up!). She has a locked LJ, so I have no qualms about immediately rereccing:
Touch, byastolat (=Shalott) back in October is really nice for the description of unconscious attraction, then realization, then really nice abrupt DEALING (I'm going crazy with the capital letters today and I'm sorry, I really am.) I like when there is a little coming around to the idea of switching sides, but I also like when it doesn't turn into angst of epic proportions. John/Rodney.
This I really refuse to apologize for too much for liking this. Now, it was cute, and were I in another mood I probably would have skipped anything so cute, but today? Today I totally want Rodney to show me how to take apart a jumper and build a generator and make a bigger, better bomb. Warning: kid!John & unabashed parental instincts on the part of the entire Atlantis expedition. Think mini!John, only he's about 8. Fifth in a series, but I read the last part first and then a few other bits and out of order because... I'm just in a mood. Teacher's Pet byseperis.
kellifer_fic and sdraevn are writing ficlets and drabbles to prompts, and Danver's SG-1 one today was marvelous and was irrationally appealing due to the idea that they are all sleeping with each other and there is massive flirting everywhere (Snapshot, or The One Where They're All Probably Doing Each Other). I'm all for orgies. Really. Someone write me mad, mad orgie-like flirting.
Otherwise, of late my reading list has been heavy on the Atlantis threesomes. What?
Tryptych and Diablerie (Tryptych remix) byalyse and Rachael Sabatini (aka wickedwords), respectively. John/Elizabeth/Rodney from Elizabeth and Rodney POVs. Dark, while captured and hopeless, but comforting and together. NC-17, poly.
Tercets by Gaia John/Teyla and John/Rodney/Teyla. A nice thread of Ford's loss and an understanding of what that means for John.
Seriously, though, the show is doing a much better job with their ensemble than SG-1 is at the moment, and reminds me of early seasons of SG-1 where they weren't shying away from people learning more about each other and the friendship between Jack and Daniel... but the real reason I'm likely to be really, really in love with SGA? All the fic out there that I haven't read yet.
Because to be a ficpimp, first you must be a ficwhore. You all know it, I'm just saying it out loud. Fic is the way to my heart. Also, this came dangerously close to making me laugh: The Unofficial Post-Mission Evaluation Form byrokeon.
moonshayde is writing for Teal'c in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
stargatefic100, which would make me giddy if I were giddiable at this moment.
janedavitt, who writes unusual pairings really very well, and started a 'verse for herself where Jack and Paul Davis hook up, and this is the introductory fic, which is 12,000 words by itself. This is going to be a novel, I sense. I'm, though, inexplicably contrary and I haven't read it yet, but y'all, seriously, y'all should go over there and represent and say nice things because I have no nice in me right now. Standing in the Shadows. Jack/Paul, NC-17.
You've been warned.
Ah, administration, how you baffle me. I did my part, I filled out a big huge form for you, I sent it to the address you specified, I liked the woman at the other end of that address and trusted her to do good work, but all you people in the middle? SOMEBODY LOST MY ENVELOPE. This, this is exactly my beef with sacred texts (incidently, if someone lifts this rant and inserts it, more or less verbatim, as a Rodney rant, just a few props in the authors notes is all I ask) and people who think they are an absolute truth because no matter the holiness of the person writing, it's still written by a fallible, faulty, imperfect human being; this makes them theories, possibly very good theories based on some very interesting philosophy, but hardly laws, because they must be inherently qualified. Everything we touch has the potential for human error. And really, the smarter the human, the greater potential for silly little stupid mistakes like LOSING ADMINISTRATIVE PAPERWORK which really is only important to the administrators and no one else but causes me headaches. HEADACHES. Human beings. Fallible. It is a truth universally acknowledged, right up there with *insert Kaylee-like swooping hand movement* otherwise really wonderful people getting all wierd over some cultural mandate that involves jewelry even though you have repeatedly declared a lack of interest in impractical, unuseful adornments. Still, still! He emails and tells me stories and worries about my day and wishes he could touch me and omg mixed signals, P. You need to sort out your control issues, my friend, and until then, I accept your attention, but I do not reciprocate flirting, because you need to figure out if you want me or not. Granted, it's not like he's been waffling on the subject for AGES, but still, I'm done with his indecision.
Go away, life. Don't look at me.
Other people out there *points at
destina and cofax7 and paian* are reccing marvelous work. They are also much more fun to be around. I understand if you ditch me and head over to the parties they're throwing.Still,
ltlj had a perfectly timed post today reccing Atlantis H/C fic since she's having a lousy day (what a coincidence, thinks I, maybe what cheered her up will cheer me up!). She has a locked LJ, so I have no qualms about immediately rereccing:Touch, by
astolat (=Shalott) back in October is really nice for the description of unconscious attraction, then realization, then really nice abrupt DEALING (I'm going crazy with the capital letters today and I'm sorry, I really am.) I like when there is a little coming around to the idea of switching sides, but I also like when it doesn't turn into angst of epic proportions. John/Rodney.This I really refuse to apologize for too much for liking this. Now, it was cute, and were I in another mood I probably would have skipped anything so cute, but today? Today I totally want Rodney to show me how to take apart a jumper and build a generator and make a bigger, better bomb. Warning: kid!John & unabashed parental instincts on the part of the entire Atlantis expedition. Think mini!John, only he's about 8. Fifth in a series, but I read the last part first and then a few other bits and out of order because... I'm just in a mood. Teacher's Pet by
seperis.kellifer_fic and sdraevn are writing ficlets and drabbles to prompts, and Danver's SG-1 one today was marvelous and was irrationally appealing due to the idea that they are all sleeping with each other and there is massive flirting everywhere (Snapshot, or The One Where They're All Probably Doing Each Other). I'm all for orgies. Really. Someone write me mad, mad orgie-like flirting.Otherwise, of late my reading list has been heavy on the Atlantis threesomes. What?
Tryptych and Diablerie (Tryptych remix) by
alyse and Rachael Sabatini (aka wickedwords), respectively. John/Elizabeth/Rodney from Elizabeth and Rodney POVs. Dark, while captured and hopeless, but comforting and together. NC-17, poly.Tercets by Gaia John/Teyla and John/Rodney/Teyla. A nice thread of Ford's loss and an understanding of what that means for John.
Seriously, though, the show is doing a much better job with their ensemble than SG-1 is at the moment, and reminds me of early seasons of SG-1 where they weren't shying away from people learning more about each other and the friendship between Jack and Daniel... but the real reason I'm likely to be really, really in love with SGA? All the fic out there that I haven't read yet.
Because to be a ficpimp, first you must be a ficwhore. You all know it, I'm just saying it out loud. Fic is the way to my heart. Also, this came dangerously close to making me laugh: The Unofficial Post-Mission Evaluation Form by
rokeon.moonshayde is writing for Teal'c in stargatefic100, which would make me giddy if I were giddiable at this moment.janedavitt, who writes unusual pairings really very well, and started a 'verse for herself where Jack and Paul Davis hook up, and this is the introductory fic, which is 12,000 words by itself. This is going to be a novel, I sense. I'm, though, inexplicably contrary and I haven't read it yet, but y'all, seriously, y'all should go over there and represent and say nice things because I have no nice in me right now. Standing in the Shadows. Jack/Paul, NC-17.
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Date: 2006-01-27 03:43 pm (UTC)::zats the crap out of the mixed signals, stomps the ambiguity into oblivion, and whups the bejeeeeebus out of the paperwork-loser::
Then --
::hugs you mercilessly::
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Date: 2006-01-27 05:23 pm (UTC)Thank you. *hugs you back fiercely*