Ah, perspective. That's what that is, right?

[minxy]

So I'm out doing yard work with my Dad, which today involves chainsawing a lot of fallen trees into bite-sized pieces and hauling them by tractor or by hand the 30 or so yards to the burn pile in the center of the property and creating a bonfire.

I love fire. My family has started calling me a pyromaniac for this reason, but seriously, I have it under control, it's just cool to make and tend and watch fire.

So after stirring up the embers from yesterday (lots of downed trees. Lots) and starting a fire and tending it and feeding it (which involves manual labor, see above), yadda, I'm sitting back with my pitchfork handy and a beer handier. And watching mah faar. Because it's pretty.

This is when Dad decides to throw on a lot of bamboo branches from the stuff that we're drying (downed bamboo canes, we believe, can be useful in Unnamed Future Projects), also the ends of the canes and root balls, in some cases.

Dried bamboo leaves burn like a mo' fo', and that flame was 8-10 feet high, on account of the fire was hot, and Dad just tossed all those leaves right on top and wooom! column o' fire. Also, bamboo makes a sound like a shotgun when it burns, but that's neither here nor there. The point is that Dad looks at the fire and says, thoughtfully: "I burn the candle at both ends,
It will not last the night,
But oh, my foes and oh, my friends,
It casts a lovely light."

Which causes a slightly tipsy Minx (beer without lunch = interesting) to sit back and say to herself 'And I wonder where I get my habit of remembering random assed bits of literature.' Of course, then it occured to me that Grandpa (Dad's father, the same one who periodically sends me quirky forwards because he's addicted to the internet) used to type out stanzas of original poetry every once in a while when he sent us birthday checks... it was always interesting to me that Mom seemed to think that this was a less personal gift than the stationary other relatives would send me. Or, like, jewelry, which I always thought was odd because I've never been interested in jewelry and was only moderately enthusiastic about getting my ears pierced in general when I was a teen. Anyway. That was my Totally Not Thinking About My Job day.

Recently posted fanfic that stuck in my head:

mmmchelle's ode to spam blockers: Weirdness, in which D/s tendencies are contagious. *ebil grin* (Is okay I rec? I'll take it down if not, but am not a SGA newsletter, so I thought yes?)

I've been reading grand Farscape fic set in the first or early second season, head to comments in Farscape meta posts, people have recc'd me nothing but fantastic stuff so far.

ana_grrl wrote a Stargate Cam/Teal'c Ficlet that is so, so funny. Gods love RW for inspiring such madness. Soup! lordy.

In more Cam/Teal'c goodness, adafrog posted a series of 5 Ripple Effect snippets, all centering around Cam and Teal'c in one way or another.

minnow1212 a little while back wrote an SGA and SG-1 snippet each, the SGA one being more or less about bad p0rn and the SG-1 snippet about an alien planet and how they record the visits of other worlds. Funny and lovely, by turns; both gen/teen.

Also cofax7 wrote a brilliant team first impressions fic. The women (plural because I am so, so biased) are there even when they aren't, and that's a pretty strong team right there. Turnover, early season 1, gen/teen.

jssangel continues to write incredible Ronon POV about sex and progeny and restrictions and dreams: A Dream of Things That Never Are. Ronon, adult.

Comments

[cofax7]

Well, a wiki is an html page that can be edited by anyone: wikipedia uses it. But it might be easier to just set up a series of pages on an LJ and have people comment in response.

Hmmm, that might be a use for uncharted_tales after all... ::ponders::

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Such a good idea, because lots of stuff is already there!