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I still don't have my copy of Harry Potter, so there are no spoilers in this post either.
Day two of hydrating after lots of fantastic boating over the weekend has me drinking hot wellness tea that smells of peach. It sounds odd, but when I'm attached to my computer for hours and hours I like hot liquids just to make up for the lack of movement. And at some point I make myself switch over from caffeinated beverages.
So I have six pages of science research training proposal written and it occurs to me to ponder why it feels so odd to call myself a writer. What is it about the word that has such strong connotations of fiction and a publishing firm, I wonder. I have no answers, I'm just wondering.
Clearly, seeing as how it's two o'clock, my productivity window for the day is closed, obviously. Unless there's something magical in this peachy wellness tea.
I was meandering around, as one does when one is procrastinating and waiting for the water to heat in the electric kettle, and browsing through issues of Science and Nature and such. And naturally I go straight to a fanfic place when I read the planetary science headings, which proclaim the discovery of a population of comets in the main asteroid belt differing in origin and temperature from those in the outer solar system.
Well obviously, says the fanfic part of my brain, we should be alarmed about those comets (sure, maybe it's the Asgard, you know, but Maybe It's Not.)
*sips tea*
*flips page to see the artsy side note to the aging article that shows the moon goddess Chang E who apparently stole the elixir of immortality from her husband*
Anyone else immediately think that was a painful divorce in which the moon goddess came away with the beach house and the sarcophagus? No? Just me, then.
I really think that it's highly unlikely that Sam Carter could've continued to read the big five journals; she'd have to stick to the purely theoretical physics stuff just to sleep at night. Although the applied physics topic of and integrated logic circuit assembled on a nanotube might be relatively safe.
This has set off a string of reactions in my head, though. Because obviously, see, obviously Sam would develop a Pavlovian aversion to keeping up to date on the broad science topics, because they freaked her out, but what if she missed something, right? So she'd save them all up and when the guilt got to her, she'd sit down and read them ALL in a marathon hour of title skimming and paper reading.
And woe to anyone who walked in on her before she talked herself out of the doomsday Goa'uld plots any given paper might be hinting at.
Unless it was Jonas, because Jonas would have already read all the journals in their entireties and have perfectly reasonable dialogs about each one, prompting Sam to examine the little inconsistencies in her worries and generally leaving her feeling better. Unless Jonas started offering *alternative* doomsday scenarios in a very innocent apocalyptic-video-game attitude, but I suspect that either Carter's reaction or Jack's not-so-subtle hints to Knock That Off would have put an end to that rather quickly.
Jack himself, of course, would most likely drag Carter off by her elbow to join an impromptu yo-yo contest or eat some blue jello or something, and likely he would manage to do that just when she got to where she couldn't contain the squeek of alarm every time she turned the page in the contents section.
Daniel, I expect, would be in exactly the same boat and would turn on his heel and walk out if he saw what she was doing. If it was serious, she'd come to him with the journal or email him the .pdf of the article in question and he'd research his bit of it to either confirm or dispute the theory, and that would be that. He can't afford the sympathetic blood-pressure rise, and neither can she; they have an understanding about this.
Teal'c, though, would have fascinating reactions; I bet he'd levelly handle any explanation of the article and resulting alarming theory that Sam could produce and calmly, every single time, point out that these articles are based on work several months old at least, and do not require her to produce a full-scale military response in the next fifteen minutes. Sam would, unfailingly, appreciate this levelheaded response.
He wouldn't say it to be dismissive, though, and throughout the remainder off the day (and sometimes week,) Sam would get messages in her inbox from Teal'c recounting a memory he had just recalled that was mildly to highly related to their discussion. The accounting of the many varied and creative destructions of the Goa'uld would invariably leave Sam with no other way to respond than "wow." She pointed that out when Jack asked why she and Teal'c were emailing each other from two floors away, intending it to illustrate the incredibly tactful way Teal'c presented them with the atrocities of his past (without requiring validation, or forgiveness, without requiring a response of any kind.) Jack, though, persistently pointed out the absurdities in the arrangement, as well as the formal address and storytelling phrases Teal'c used, and began referring to the emails as his 'this one time, in band camp...' stories. He still read them whenever Sam felt he should, though, and sometimes took a good minute or two to process before reverting to juvenile humor. It was sometimes important to Sam to share; it was always nice to laugh at her own fears.
And Sam never actually decided any of her doomsday theories were ultimately viable. So, there's that.
I should go back to work, but Katie's Wandering Blind is calling me. (In a little bitty fanfic voice. "Minx!" It says, "Miiiiiiiiiiiinx....")
So I have six pages of science research training proposal written and it occurs to me to ponder why it feels so odd to call myself a writer. What is it about the word that has such strong connotations of fiction and a publishing firm, I wonder. I have no answers, I'm just wondering.
Clearly, seeing as how it's two o'clock, my productivity window for the day is closed, obviously. Unless there's something magical in this peachy wellness tea.
I was meandering around, as one does when one is procrastinating and waiting for the water to heat in the electric kettle, and browsing through issues of Science and Nature and such. And naturally I go straight to a fanfic place when I read the planetary science headings, which proclaim the discovery of a population of comets in the main asteroid belt differing in origin and temperature from those in the outer solar system.
Well obviously, says the fanfic part of my brain, we should be alarmed about those comets (sure, maybe it's the Asgard, you know, but Maybe It's Not.)
*sips tea*
*flips page to see the artsy side note to the aging article that shows the moon goddess Chang E who apparently stole the elixir of immortality from her husband*
Anyone else immediately think that was a painful divorce in which the moon goddess came away with the beach house and the sarcophagus? No? Just me, then.
I really think that it's highly unlikely that Sam Carter could've continued to read the big five journals; she'd have to stick to the purely theoretical physics stuff just to sleep at night. Although the applied physics topic of and integrated logic circuit assembled on a nanotube might be relatively safe.
This has set off a string of reactions in my head, though. Because obviously, see, obviously Sam would develop a Pavlovian aversion to keeping up to date on the broad science topics, because they freaked her out, but what if she missed something, right? So she'd save them all up and when the guilt got to her, she'd sit down and read them ALL in a marathon hour of title skimming and paper reading.
And woe to anyone who walked in on her before she talked herself out of the doomsday Goa'uld plots any given paper might be hinting at.
Unless it was Jonas, because Jonas would have already read all the journals in their entireties and have perfectly reasonable dialogs about each one, prompting Sam to examine the little inconsistencies in her worries and generally leaving her feeling better. Unless Jonas started offering *alternative* doomsday scenarios in a very innocent apocalyptic-video-game attitude, but I suspect that either Carter's reaction or Jack's not-so-subtle hints to Knock That Off would have put an end to that rather quickly.
Jack himself, of course, would most likely drag Carter off by her elbow to join an impromptu yo-yo contest or eat some blue jello or something, and likely he would manage to do that just when she got to where she couldn't contain the squeek of alarm every time she turned the page in the contents section.
Daniel, I expect, would be in exactly the same boat and would turn on his heel and walk out if he saw what she was doing. If it was serious, she'd come to him with the journal or email him the .pdf of the article in question and he'd research his bit of it to either confirm or dispute the theory, and that would be that. He can't afford the sympathetic blood-pressure rise, and neither can she; they have an understanding about this.
Teal'c, though, would have fascinating reactions; I bet he'd levelly handle any explanation of the article and resulting alarming theory that Sam could produce and calmly, every single time, point out that these articles are based on work several months old at least, and do not require her to produce a full-scale military response in the next fifteen minutes. Sam would, unfailingly, appreciate this levelheaded response.
He wouldn't say it to be dismissive, though, and throughout the remainder off the day (and sometimes week,) Sam would get messages in her inbox from Teal'c recounting a memory he had just recalled that was mildly to highly related to their discussion. The accounting of the many varied and creative destructions of the Goa'uld would invariably leave Sam with no other way to respond than "wow." She pointed that out when Jack asked why she and Teal'c were emailing each other from two floors away, intending it to illustrate the incredibly tactful way Teal'c presented them with the atrocities of his past (without requiring validation, or forgiveness, without requiring a response of any kind.) Jack, though, persistently pointed out the absurdities in the arrangement, as well as the formal address and storytelling phrases Teal'c used, and began referring to the emails as his 'this one time, in band camp...' stories. He still read them whenever Sam felt he should, though, and sometimes took a good minute or two to process before reverting to juvenile humor. It was sometimes important to Sam to share; it was always nice to laugh at her own fears.
And Sam never actually decided any of her doomsday theories were ultimately viable. So, there's that.
I should go back to work, but Katie's Wandering Blind is calling me. (In a little bitty fanfic voice. "Minx!" It says, "Miiiiiiiiiiiinx....")
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i love it when you get all sciency.
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I believe the word you're looking for is 'procrastinate-y'.
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*falls over laughing* I can so picture that.
Also, I am positively charmed by the idea of a Sam and Teal'c in a two-floors-apart email correspondence like that.
GREAT ICON.
Like, I think she sends him postcards when she goes to see Mark or Cassie. Actually, I have a hand written fic mildly related to that that I wrote last business trip on the plane. I should type that out.
I'm pretty sure the fic Katie remixed this year was born of the idea that Teal'c would call Sam when he couldn't sleep, and my beta's favorite idea was the idea that they wouldn't necessarily *talk* over the phone, but could totally listen to each other breathe for half an hour while they watched the end of an old movie in their separate televisions.
aaaaaand this is me, still not working. *tries to force self to write more methods*
Re: GREAT ICON.
YES. You should. The world needs more Sama nd Teal'c. One of these days I'll finish the Sam and Teal'c ficlet I started for the Teal'c in a church/cathedral challenge/plea you put out a while back.
Re: GREAT ICON.
*sigh*
I hope my HP book is at my house when I get home, but if it isn't, I will track down that story and type it up. It's in one of two journals. Or maybe three. Would I have written it in my work pad of paper? I'll look...
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And tea with peach in it sounds wonderful. Have you tried the "Mighty Leaf Tea Company" citrus chamomile? Yummy.
ps. Oops, I hit enter before I added.... I love your pondering about SG-1 and journals and science, and EVERYTHING. :::happy SG-1 sigh::::
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(I might have started reading Katie's story at work.)
And I'm glad you like the pondering, because the flist is quite understandably HP oriented at the moment. I must find something else to think about while I hope for my book to appear, you know?
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And I might have started to re-read Katie's story right now. ;)
I've read the HP book, but am currently watching sg-1 "First Ones" and pondering the hotness that is sg-1.
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I think that calls for a reading break. *nods*
...pondering the hotness that is sg-1
They are hot. That sounds like some fun thinkin'.
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:::ponders sg-1 some more::::
ps. I'm all for reading breaks.
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No, no, seriously, if you have work to do, go do it. Shoo! Read fic later.
and began referring to the emails as his 'this one time, in band camp...' stories
HA! Oh, Jack.
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(and he quite charmed me with his reaction to Carter's systematic panic from scientific journals. Sometimes I love that man.)
It's funny, but I hit my goal for finishing the preliminary data section today, wrote one paragraph more of the future directions and methods, which I'd been thinking about, then hit a *wall*.
I may content myself with organizing thoughts on the next bit of future directions and making one more figure and call it a day.
And read story every time I take a break to stretch sore muscleys. *takes a large number of stretching breaks*
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*loves your brain*
You are absotively brilliant, just for the record. and it's so true!
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You know the undignified sqwalking is really a plea for attention, though. Um. On Sam's part. I mean, obviously.
Who drags Daniel off to eat blue jello, though, that's the real question (the answer being, Jack, duh.)
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They really are sort of adorable the way they quietly rely on each other.
*continues to crush on them from the finale*
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It also made me long for the Sam/Vala version of "Unending." /g/ Not I dislike the Vala pairing they did show.
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Who can we get to write it for us?
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Comment meta-fic!
Lovely, lovely, lovely comment meta-fic!
You are all-goddess!
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Is that what that is? *g*
You are all-goddess!
I have no idea what that means, but it sounds fabulous. *polishes shiny new title*
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Love the metacommentary on Sam and the journals. So true!
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Didn't stay up all night, though. *yawn* Was good and eventually went to bed, so there's more to read tonight yay!