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Okay, my brain is bursting with completely STUPID McShep ideas, right now. Like (quoted from an email I sent poor unamaga):

totally distracted by the fact that the position that John and Chaya are in while they're, y'know, 'knowing each other more fully than anyone else can?' Is the position that John and Rodney are in so intensely in the shrine.

:D

Maybe she totally messed up his perception of sex forever. MAYBE HE HAD NEVER HAD SEX BEFORE AND THAT'S HOW HE THINKS YOU DO IT!

*cracking up*

Oh man. Crackiest fic ever.

a;ljsf;laksdjf I just. Like. You could totally have John being all shy and teenaged and omgwetotallyhadsex and thinking they're dating and Rodney being like O.o did you hit your head? Seriously, do you have a disease?

And then, even more randomly, this popped fully formed into my head before I slept last night:

"Thanks for the tour, Dr McKay."

He leaned against the door frame, apparently incapable of supporting his own weight.

"Pretty sure there's one guy I still haven't met, though."

Rodney saw red.

"That's it. That is it. How many times do I have to tell you people that there is no man behind the curtain, there are no secondary books, there's no secret underground lair - cool as that would be - where I cackle with my secret overlord and plot the destruction of mankind. Not only are we a - and please make note of this before I find myself moved to tattoo it on your forehead - purely research facility, do you really think my ego could take being a mere minion? I'd be too busy plotting the downfall of my superiors to waste time giving ridiculously-haired CEOs tours, not to mention probably trying to take over the world due to some kind of thwarted ambition or something."

Sheppard's mouth had curled up into a ridiculous little smirk.

"Actually I meant him."

He pointed at the security guard, who was tapping intently away at a laptop. He was professional, unsmiling, neatly buttoned and pressed, yet still managed to somehow indicate - through the line of his shoulders - that he was laughing on the inside.

"Oh," said Rodney, deflating. "That's Chuck."

"Hi," said Chuck, and gave Sheppard a little wave.

...yeah. Who knows?

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Neighbours: Seriously, I'm impressed. LOUDEST FUCKING I HAVE EVER COME ACROSS. I'm serious, points for projection. Just. PLEASE FUCK IN THE DAYTIME OR SOMETHING. NOT AT 4AM. NOT WHEN I CAN HEAR YOU THROUGH MY EARPLUGS.

No love (because it's not like you need more),

Nny

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Do you ever just have those moments where you want to sit people down in a room - influential people, powerful people - and tell them that seriously, the concept of money is ridiculous and it doesn't exist? That you want to just say what is the point of pretending countries owe you when you will never get it back? Do these numbers, these billions, do they even mean anything to anyone?

I confess, the urge gets about a million times worse every time I watch Traders.

Humanity is just such a stupid little thing, in some very important ways.