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I kept getting half-woken up last night by my phone vibrating with drunken text messages. Also by my little sister coming and sitting on my bed and telling me I was lame for going to sleep at half ten on a Friday; Other people go out, she tells me, like this is news.

Anyway, one of these half-awake states led to me thinking about Atlantis. About how one of the lab tables, before the arrival of the Daedalus, had a chess grid carefully marked out in duct tape, and how there were pieces which were, essentially, balls of duct tape. Sticky side in for the black pieces, sticky side out for the white. The various ranks were marked out with marker and tippex (white-out?), white on black and black on white.

McKay and Zelenka would play, of course. One time, after saving the city, and raiding the still that Zelenka totally doesn't have squirreled away on one of the lower levels, Radek came up with a new variation, which involved McKay being forced, every time one of his white pieces was taken, to stick it to his face. If a black piece was taken, one of the white pieces was taken off McKay's face and stuck to Zelenka's. (He's fuzzier. It's more of a punishment.) And then at some point in the night John wanders into the lab, finding a small Czech in hysterics and McKay glaring at him from between balls of duct tape, all 'WHAT?' and righteous indignation.

...yeah. I may be a little preoccupied, currently, with Zelenka's relationship with duct tape.

(Possibly I should sleep more.)


ETA, while I remember: Go leave nice messages for people. And tell other people to, also. :D?

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Bath have emailed to ask me for an academic reference.

That's good, right?

:/

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Muesli and red wine for lunch, and David Hewlett being all beardy weirdy on the VLC. Hahaha life is good, even though parents are entertaining and I am in my room, making no noise and pretending I don't exist.

MAKE NOISE. It's too quiet, here. My f-list is stagnant. Talk to me, peoples.

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...damn you, David Hewlett.

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I'm reading a fic on someone's journal right now, and it's got a header with Jack/Ennis, and the text says a love that will/never grow old. And I'm like... heh, you may be right, but it will grow a poorly judged mustache...

I dunno. Where do you stand on Happily Ever Afters? What's your ultimate one? Argument's sake, the greatest love story ever told is Romeo and Juliet, even though I hate hate hate that designation, purely because there was never time for the bloom to fade from the rose, as the clichés'd have it.

Me? I like Happily Ever Afters, so long as there's snarking. I'm a romantic of a queer sort. I like happy endings where no one admits that there're feelings involved, where there is much huffing and talk of putting up with each other, where people gravitate towards each other even if only so they can bitch. I like equality and co-dependence, I like a little uncertainty on both sides, I like bull-dozing with a layer of trepidation carefully hidden.

(Mostly, at the moment, I like John/Rodney. *grins* Also? Red wine.)

How 'bout you?