this might be the place

Now that I have time to actually sort of breathe: the first week of school was a success! And by success I mean I haven't sliced my fingers off yet. I still look pretty ridiculous in my uniform and I keep getting stared at on the bus, but that's not all that new, really, and actually having kids turn around in their seats or trip over their own feet trying to look at "the funny costumes, mommy, look!" is fairly amusing.

But, I don't know! Nothing really too exciting to report, since we haven't been allowed to do much more than make chopping motions yet. Oh! Although now I have a really vivid idea of how Rodney McKay would teach a Culinary Foundations class, since I swear one of the chefs secretly is him, going around and yelling at people to correct their stance or RISK LOSING THEIR LIMBS, HAVE YOU NEVER HELD A KNIFE BEFORE IN YOUR LIFE. I imagine John Sheppard would be his most insolent student and Rodney would daily tear his hair out over John's incorrectly tied neckerchief and scruffy cheeks and daredevil knife skills.



Strike a pose.
Other things of interest: 1) I get a kashmir1 today and hopefully she will be willing to cuddle me a little because my god it has been a long week; 2) I'm building myself a little garden in the backyard and it will hopefully grow things! which may or may not be green! I'm kind of excited, since I've never done a proper ground garden before; 3) I have no fannish shows to watch anymore! Supernatural is over, SGA is gone, Merlin hasn't started up yet, and Glee is just way too much contact embarrassment in one hour to watch more than once: what are you all watching?; 4) I have pennyplainknits' awesome merlin big bang and you don't, nyah, nyah.

unamaga: i would do jessica rabbit. srsly.
Villainny: hahahahahaha EVERYONE WOULD
Villainny: straight, gay, John Sheppard.
Villainny: EVERYONE.
unamaga: TRUFAX
unamaga: john sheppard wants to BE her, though
Villainny: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG
Villainny: THAT IS WHAT YOU SHOULD MANIP
Villainny: XD
unamaga: OH MY GOD
Villainny: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
unamaga: OH MY GOD WHY AM I OPENING UP PHOTOSHOP

Later...

unamaga: ARE YOU DEAD?
Villainny: I AM DEAD
unamaga: I WARNED YOU

( I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that gay. )

No, seriously, I do. And tons more respect for anyone who has ever played guitar, even if they did it really, really badly. God. I can't even hold down C for more than a few minutes without being in mondo amounts of pain. My hands! They are way too dainty for this! But, of the good, my sister's boyfriend taught me how to do those really gorgeous harmonic chords from August Rush, and I figured out all on my own how to pluck out parts of Habenera: I am now a happy clam.

Once I look less like I'm just randomly pawing at the strings in the futile hope that somehow I will make a pretty sound, I will possibly even attempt to take a picture. That's how excited I am, okay.

Anyway. I know I'm massively behind on comments and, like, everything ever. Please do not hit me with a rolling pin. :(

The house is all mine from Sunday to Wednesday, so I plan to take advantage of the abandoned living room and spend a lot of time writing. And, yes, I keep saying I'm almost done with the fics I'm writing, and then I go back and reread them and something vital in my head goes gllllllllrk and stops working. So, uh, it's slow-going. Hopefully! Hopefully the quiet will allow me to get past the part of the thigh holster fic wherein John slams Rodney against a wall.

Speaking of unutterably hot things:


Good morning, flist.

Hot Zone was on Sci-Fi today (which, by the way, I no longer get on my regular TV? Holy crap?) and guess what, John Sheppard is smolderingly hot in an orange hazmat suit. Seriously, his mouth is out of control here, and it is way too humid out to contemplate how good it would look wrapped a certain part of Rodney's anatomy.

( John Sheppard: skirting the 'safe for work' line since 2004 )

I have a massive headache and some dude at the food store tried to surreptitiously grope me while I was looking at the frozen dinners; I guess it's all I deserve for even thinking of eating that much sodium. Needless to say, I'm feeling kind of shitty! So what do I do but throw together a quick manip of John Sheppard without his shirt on titled "Foxy Gardener John Wants to Mow Your Lawn". Don't judge me.

Metric - Calculation Theme, a song that I'm really enjoying today. :>

Yesterday morning, while waiting for the train on the platform with about twenty people clustered around me in a big knot, I was struck by an idea for fic. The only thing I had with me was my Stargate Atlantis tie in novel. I ended up writing smut on the inside covers, leaning on my own thigh while standing up, as a few interested parties tried to peer over my shoulder discretely. Oh, zany life.

Last night, Julie and I watched Indiana Jones. I am a heathen and had never seen it before (let's not even talk about my lack of Star Wars, because I think someone will actually stone me). It was fantastic fun, though, and I now understand the Harrison Ford thing, even though I'd always gone, "Ummm," when people talked about him before. And, well, because Julie and I are...Julie and I, the conversation inevitably turned to John Sheppard. ( My one track mind, let me show it to you. )

So I guess my real point here is: why hasn't fandom provided me with a John that carries a whip and wears a fedora?