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Happy birthday Thismaz!

2009-07-09T14:54:07Z

You are a warm and wonderful person who has filled my life, not just with beautiful prose but a deep appreciation of how much we can touch each other through cyberspace. May you have a day full of joy, good health and good food. :)

texanfan @ 2009-06-08T06:51:00

2009-06-08T11:53:22Z

Happy birthday ladycat777! Not only do you provide us all with wonderful fic but are an incredibly supportive and all around wonderful person as well. I hope your day was as special as you are.

A word about Writercon

2009-05-11T03:14:19Z

I suspect I'm preaching to the choir here but I wanted to say a word encouraging anyone who might be sitting on the fence to take the plunge and go to Writercon this year.

I am the original wallflower and I was petrified when my husband insisted I go to the last Writercon. I was going to a place where I knew no one in a face to face capacity and I'm so far from a BNF it's not even funny.

Within an hour of arriving in Atlanta I was having a blast. I ran into people at the airport and we road the train to the hotel together chatting as if we were old friends. My flist doubled in size by the end of the con.

The con itself was wonderful! Incredibly well run with a wide variety of topics covered whether you were interested in the craft of writing, discussing meta or just meeting interesting like-minded people. The religion discussion got so involving a discussion site went up so we wouldn't have to stop. The con suite was the best I've ever encountered in 30 years of con attendance. I cannot praise the work of the concom highly enough for the forethought and effort they put into the event and suspect they are putting in again.

If you're at all interested in fandom, have people on your flist you might like to meet in person, enjoy getting great advice and/or discussion on the art of writing this is a not to be missed event.

I'm going to Writercon!

2009-04-02T03:37:38Z

I just bought my ticket to Writercon! I'll be exhausted but it's going to be so much fun. I hope I see you all there.

Writercon conundrum

2009-03-30T02:45:39Z

Everything and it's cat and dog wants to happen on the weekend of July 31st.

Here's what's happening. Don and I have got a trip booked for Israel that ends July 30th. We didn't pick the time, it's a chance to go with someone who really knows the historical and religious significance of all the places in the region and I'm anticipating it being wonderful!

Okay, the husband's 30th high school reunion is Aug. 1st. It's also the first high school reunion for his class. He's pretty jazzed about going.

Being the wonderful husband he is, and knowing how much I adored Writercon last time, he's suggesting we step off the plane from Israel, he flies to his reunion, I fly to Minneapolis and then we meet up back at home.

Here are the arguments I see against this plan. One, I'll likely be severely jet lagged and not in the best condition for a con where i'm likely to get no sleep. Joyously sleepless, but still.

Two, I should really be a good wife and go to the reunion with the husband. I know if I was going to my reunion (something I'd never do, but still) I'd want him with me. I'm torn in a whole bunch of directions over this. Advice?

Happy birthday

2008-11-19T03:55:57Z

Happy birthday to clouds_loom! I hope your day was full of love, wonder and merriment!

Repo! The Genetic Opera

2008-11-10T23:44:37Z

I was lucky enough on Friday to see one of the limited showings of this movie. I am informed by my much more musically savvy husband that it is a true rock opera and I, with my plebian understand, thought it was a damn good one.

There isn't a single weak vocal performance in the piece. Alexa Vega (of Spy Kids fame) has an amazing voice invoking innocence and passion with equal force. Tony Head does the dark, tragic figure exceedingly well. I truly loved his character switches and his ability to turn on bad ass mode. Sarah Brightman has impressive pipes and she does a couple numbers that are just marvelous. I think Terrance Zdunich as the graverobber is my favorite performance. He serves as more of a greek chorus than an actual character and his voice is simply wonderful.

I can't say much more withuot hitting spoilerland. Although I will issue a few warnings. This is not for the kiddies. It can get a little bloody and well, it's a rock opera, you know what to expect. The one part I thought was bad was the main villian's two sons. It wasn't that either actor performed badly the characters were just too over the top and uninteresting to me.

My recommendation? see it if you get the chance.

texanfan @ 2008-11-02T14:52:00

2008-11-02T20:53:06Z

"Copy this sentence into your LiveJournal if you're in a heterosexual marriage, and you don't want it "protected" by the bigots who think that gay marriage hurts it somehow."

I don't do memes but I make exceptions for stuff like this.

Buffy meme

2008-09-19T02:19:46Z

Gakked from all over my flist

When you see this, post another Buffy quote in your LJ. Let's see how long this can go on.

Xander: Visiting hours are over.

Angelus: Well, I'm pretty much family.

Xander: Yeah. Why don't you come back during the day? Oh, gee, no, I guess you can't.

Angelus: If I decide to walk into Buffy's room, do you think for one microsecond that you could stop me?

Xander: Maybe not. Maybe that security guard couldn't either. Or those cops... or the orderlies... But I'm kinda curious to find out. You game?

Angelus: Buffy's White Knight. You still love her. It must just eat you up that I got there first.

Xander: You're gonna die. And I'm gonna be there. - 'Killed By Death'

Happy birthday

2008-09-15T13:56:27Z

A very happy birthday to Sparrow2000! Sparrow is a warm and welcoming presence in the online community. Always encouraging, giving freely of her time and energy to inspire the writers among us to keep at it. I'm so glad she has taken up the pen herself as she has made me laugh, cry and hurt in all the best ways.

Happy birthday! I feel priveleged to count you among my online friends.

Great weekend!

2008-08-19T00:13:35Z

If I haven't commented when you expected me to I apologize. I've spent the last weekend at ArmadilloCon having a blast and being online very sporadically.

ArmadilloCon has a strong writer slant to it and I met some really great and wonderful writers. Got to spend time talking to several and enjoyed myself thoroughly. One of the seriously cool things is that all the writers are fans of each other. I saw big names asking for small to medium names to autograph books for them as well as the other way around. that is terribly cool!

Also, it was incredibly fanfic friendly. i was in one panel when Steven Brust said that any time you write a sequel you're writing fanfic because you're just so jazzed about that universe. And know one leaped up with a protest. i didn't feel like I needed to apologize for being a fanfic author.

Any panel Joe Lansdale was on turned into a laugh riot pretty quickly, so that was tons of fun. I went to several great readings: Joe Lansdale, Martha Wells, Joe Haldeman, Patrice Sarath and many more. Really enjoyed all of them. As you may be able to tell, I'm flying a bit high in the wake. :) But I'm back now and I shall try to catch up.

Happy birthday!

2008-08-11T11:49:30Z

Happy birthday justmalea! You are a warm and caring person who has had more bumps in the road then anyone should have to deal with. May the coming year bring success and joy!

Happy birthday!

2008-08-11T01:21:28Z

I've been lax with the birthday greetings of late. So I'm turning over a new leaf to wish lit_gal a very happy birthday today. Lit_gal not only writes some of the hottest, plotty porn it has ever been my pleasure to read but she's a sweet and wonderful person as well. Hope you're having a fantastic day!

Dark Knight (spoiler free)

2008-07-20T21:17:08Z

Saw Dark Knight on Saturday. It is, indeed, dark but exceptionally good and I say that as a very long time Batman fan.

I've heard it batted about that Heath Ledger should get the best supporting actor nod, and while his Joker was brilliant I think I'd actually back Gary Oldman's Jim Gordon over him. See it for yourself and discussion can follow.

For now, a much more esoteric question and anyone can play, whether they've seen the movie yet or not. Who should be the villian for movie three. I'm assuming a third based on the massive box office two is generating.

You can pick from Batman's estensive rogue's gallery or an original villian. I'm torn, there are so many good choices, particuarly since Mr. Nolan appears to be doing the villians right.

texanfan @ 2008-06-30T22:17:00

2008-07-01T03:24:57Z

We've lost a lot of really good people lately. Tim Russert, Cyd Charisse, George Carlin. I could have something to say about each of these people as each one touched my life even though I'd never met any of them. But there's one other individual who died recently whose death went unnoticed and that's something that just isn't right.

We lost Stan Winston on June 15th of this year. You may not recognize his name but I guarantee all of you have seen some of his work. Just to start off he won Best Visual Effects Oscars for Aliens, Terminator 2 and Jurassic Park. He built the Terminator endoskeletons for all the Terminator films. Remember the T-Rex in Jurassic Park? That was his work. The most recent thing you've seen on the screen? The visual effects for Iron Man.

He's operated his own studio since 1972. He was best know for creating creatures but he did some pretty amazing realistic work too. Ever seen The Ghost and the Darkness? He did the animatronic lions used in that film. You'll be seeing his work in the future on the next Terminator and Jurassic Park movies.

Somehow or other someone who has made important contributions to some of my favorite movies didn't get noticed as he passed from our lives. I just couldn't let that stand.

100% spoiler free review of Wall-E

2008-06-28T20:58:49Z

First things first. YOU MUST SEE THIS MOVIE!

Ahem.

Wall-E is currently battling Incredibles and Monsters, Inc. for our top spot in the Pixar hierarchy. In my humble opinion, it's just that good.

As promised, I will tell you nothing about the plot. What I will tell you is that Pixar is unmatched in their ability to imbue inanimate objects with amazing amounts of personality and to tell a complex story without words. I will also tell you that this movie has a plot that is in no way spoon fed to you. There are plot points scattered around and you, the viewer, are expected to pick up the pieces and put them together yourself. One of the truly wonderful things about this movie is that 50 people could see this movie and they would all walk away with something slightly different from it for exactly that reason. It is infrequently that I have seen a movie that engaged my mind, emotions and delighted my eyes all at once.

In conclusion, SEE THIS MOVIE!

Happy birthday!

2008-06-25T23:43:45Z

I very happy 21st birthday to authoressnebula! Nebby is kind, compassionate and fiercely loyal. A dancer, a scholar and an all around good kid, I hope you're having a great day today. 21 is a wonderful age, enjoy being able to eat your cake without gaining weight. :)

Happy birthday!

2008-06-08T02:22:15Z

I can't believe I almost missed it! Happy birthday to ladycat777!

Ladycat is a sweet, generous person who also happens to write some of the hottest porn I've ever read as well as the sweetest cuddly fics. Always with an edge of insightfulness about the characters that makes me think. You are awesome! I hope you've had a fantastic day.

Back home

2008-01-20T13:53:35Z

I've been out of town for the last week and a half with very limited Internet access, so if I usually comment on your posts and haven't, that's why. I'm making my way through my backlog as fast as I can. I may not get everything (you guys were chatty :) ) but I will do the best I can. I love you all and don't want anyone to think I'm ignoring them.

Happy birthday!

2007-12-07T13:43:46Z

Happy birthday to liz_marcs! She is a lady who always has interesting insights, well researched arguments and reliable source for the real story on any number of kerfluffles that go about lj. She's also one hell of a writer. :) Her writing has rich imagery, complex, involving plots and dynamite characterization.

She also isn't adverse to laughing at herself. I loved the mountain story! I'm lucky to have her on my flist.

Stargate fanfic

2007-12-03T01:48:06Z

I actually posted this story several months ago but got little response. Looking at it again I decided I over woobified Rodney so this is revised. Let me know what you think.

Title: Rapid reentry

Summary: Sheppard tries to reconcile his memories of the last six months with the actions of his team.

Spoilers: Major spoilers for Trinity and Epiphany.

Warning: PG for language, completely gen.

Beta: The fantabulous moviescape

“Well, I certainly hope you enjoyed your unscheduled vacation,” Elizabeth said, with a nervous smile.

John managed a lop-sided smile in return. Their rhythm was off, as if they were still in two separate time fields. “Too bad I didn’t have a book with me, I could have caught up on my reading.”

Elizabeth seemed to take the joke at face value as she climbed toward her office. John found he was grateful. The marines in the gate room were giving him confused double takes, you’d think they’d never seen a beard before.

Teyla smiled and gripped his shoulder. “It is good to have you back with us, Colonel Sheppard.”

Her grip was reassuring, as was Ronon’s casual backslap as he exited the gateroom. Ronon was easy to deal with, crisis averted, move on to the next thing.

Carson gripped his arm and guided him out of the room, “I think it’s best to give you a full examination. Who knows what mysterious beasties you’ve come in contact with in that place.”

John decided to forego his usual protests. The nice, quiet infirmary might be a good place to soak in the fact that he was back in a home he never thought to see again.

He let Carson’s voice roll over him in comforting waves as they walked through the corridors. It helped a little with the strange stares he was getting from the personnel they passed on the way. He felt out of synch, like a misplaced tourist.

“Pay them no mind,” Carson whispered close enough to his ear that John had to tune back in. “Most of them didn’t know you’d been gone.”

John was still trying to get his head around the fact that, while six months passed for him, he wasn’t even late for dinner back on Atlantis. It wasn’t going to sink in very fast.

“Rodney whipped in and out of here so fast, only the people he thought he needed to help get you out even knew something was happening,” Carson continued.

That was an odd image. Rodney hadn’t seemed in any particular hurry when he’d seen him. In fact, he’d seemed remarkably subdued. At least, that is, until the jumper landed in the bay. Then he’d taken off without a word. John’s head was spinning far too hard to try to fathom why at the moment.

“What, was Ronon holding a gun to his head?”

Carson’s disappointed glower told John he hadn’t put quite as much of a joking spin on the statement as he intended. Now safely inside the infirmary, he jumped up on the bed Carson patted.

“He came back alone, Colonel,” Carson chastised, while readying his medical paraphernalia. “If I understand correctly, he started barking orders the minute he dialed the gate. Anyone he thought was slowing him down got the sharp side of his tongue.”

“That sounds like McKay,” John agreed. He wasn’t sure Rodney had any other side to his tongue.

Carson shone a penlight in his eyes and he attempted not to flinch away. “Aye, that wasn’t the strange part. The strange part was, he seemed almost humble, well, for Rodney anyway.”

John was relatively sure Rodney and humility were complete strangers. “Sure you weren’t imagining that?”

Carson readied a needle to draw blood. Instead of answering the question he asked one of his own. “He claimed you getting trapped was his fault. Was it, Colonel?”

“Of course not. I walked into the damn thing myself.” Rodney had been his usual voice of caution, and, as usual, John had gone ahead anyway.

Carson made a noncommittal noise as he filled the first vial.

###

Teyla was waiting for him when Carson finished. “Would you mind if I walk with you?”

The Athosian’s calm presence seemed like a perfect barrier to the curious stares of the rest of the Atlantis personnel. “I’m just heading to my quarters to clean up,” he said, rubbing the beard that so clearly marked the passage of time for him. Once he got rid of it, maybe the whole experience would start to fade. “If you want to tag along for that, sure.”

“If I am not intruding, I would like that.” She fell into step with him as he headed for the nearest transporter. “You will think me foolish, but I feel a great need to keep my eye on you.”

“Okay.” He wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so he hit the location nearest his quarters and headed down the corridor instead. The blissfully empty corridor.

Opening the door to his quarters he swept an arm out, inviting her inside.

She gave him a composed smile and entered. “I meant that I fear letting you out of my sight, having only now retrieved you.”

John pulled off his shirt and headed for the sink. He pulled out a pair of scissors and started trimming the beard. “Not like you had time to miss me.” He couldn’t keep the note of bitterness out of his voice.

“Just because I did not understand the technical aspects of Dr. McKay’s explanation, does not mean that I could not grasp that you were slipping farther and farther from us with each passing moment. That in a short period of time you would be lost to us entirely.”

John winced at the note of pain in Teyla’s voice. He kept his face turned to the mirror, concentrating on the scissors’ snipping.

“You did not believe we would come for you.” Talking didn’t seem to be necessary when one of your teammates was a damn mind reader. He set the scissors down. He couldn’t think of an appropriate reaction so he didn’t speak at all.

“I placed a note explaining the situation in the last bag we sent through,” she continued, a perplexed tone in her voice. “The bags were gone when we arrived, I presumed you had received it.”

“I found the note,” he said, futilely hoping to starve this conversational thread with his non-answers.

Teyla trumped him with an arched eyebrow. Trust Teyla to drag this out of him. He concentrated on the freshly alien feel of the electric razor buzzing against his skin as he answered. “I didn’t find the bags until the day before you showed up, okay? They’d obviously been there for weeks, probably months. I just wanted a little while to feel connected again. I didn’t want to read the note and find out it said, ‘Goodbye and good luck.’”

He was so concentrated on his shaving that he was startled by Teyla’s hand suddenly resting on his shoulder. “I am so sorry, Colonel. If I had moved faster, or not delayed Dr. McKay with my questions, perhaps we could have spared you such awful thoughts.”

John abandoned his task to grip Teyla’s arm. “Don’t even think that. You all did great. Two hours is a pretty quick save. I just don’t have my head on straight yet. You just have to give me a little time to process.”

Teyla nodded. Given her propensity to meditate when she was troubled he’d probably struck a chord. She stepped back and he let her go. “You require solitude.” It wasn’t a question, so he didn’t answer. “Will you join us for dinner?”

John glanced at the clock. “2100, okay with you?” If he couldn’t get ahold of himself in the next three hours, it wasn’t going to happen.

“I will tell the others.” She gave him an encouraging smile before leaving.

Dealing with Teyla’s guilt was not high on his list of fun things to do in the Pegasus Galaxy. He was going to be happy and normal at dinner. He was home, his team was safe, it shouldn’t be too hard.

He finished up shaving. Looking in the mirror he saw Lt. Col. John Sheppard peering back at him. It beat the marooned outsider that had stared at him from the village fountain.

He shed the rest of his clothes and hit the shower. He nearly moaned as the water hit him at just the right temperature. A proper shower had featured high on his list of things he missed from home. Being back with his team had topped the list.

Every minute he’d been trapped, they had been working to get him out. Reconciling two hours with six months was secondary to that bit of knowledge. He was never abandoned.

###

Freshly showered and in a clean uniform John was starting to feel more like himself again when someone knocked at his door. He thought the door open while seated on the edge of his bed, lacing up his boots.

Rodney stepped inside just far enough to allow the door to close behind him. “Colonel, may I speak to you for a moment?”

John straightened. Rodney was never this formal. “What’s on your mind, McKay?”

Rodney looked like he’d been called into the principal’s office, back straight, hands clasped behind his back. “I want to leave the team quietly, if I may.”

There went the beginnings of a perfectly fine good mood. He’d just gotten his team back, they couldn’t start abandoning him now. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Rodney must have recognized his “don’t fuck with me, McKay” voice, because he stiffened even more. “I realize I have no recourse to your friendship, but I believe it will have a deleterious effect on the command structure if my removal is too public. That is, unless you were planning on relieving me of my position entirely.” The panicked look that came over Rodney’s face at that thought was more than John could stand. Everything about this conversation was wrong. Rodney McKay did not beg for his dignity.

“Sit down, Rodney,” he ordered, waving McKay to his desk chair. He wasn’t sure he had the energy for this conversation, but there didn’t look like any way to avoid it. “You’re not leaving my team.”

“I’m not?” Rodney slid into the chair, obviously still tense. His shocked tone rattled John.

“Why would you think I’d want you off my team?” John desperately wanted something to do with his hands. Honestly, he was the one who got stuck in the time dilation field, why did he have to nursemaid McKay? While field stripping his weapons might relax him, it would probably make Rodney more nervous. Time to pull out the big guns, he moved over to his footlocker.

“You’re kidding, right?” Rodney’s tone was still incredulous, John recognized the signs of McKay certainty. Whatever idiotic idea he’d gotten in that genius brain of his, wouldn’t be shaken easily. “I haven’t exactly covered myself in glory since Project Arcturus, but today I almost got you killed. Again.”

John handed one of the two beers he’d pulled from his footlocker to Rodney. That should change the tone of this conversation. Rodney stared at the beer in confusion. “Seems you’ve been thinking about this quite a bit. Care to fill me in?” They had danced around Arcturus long enough, time to put it to bed and move on. If he wanted his team whole there was no way around this. He flicked the cap off his beer and settled in on the bed.

Rodney set the beer down on the desk unopened. “I haven’t been able to regain your trust, that was clear on the Aurora. When Ford captured us, I thought I had my chance. Turns out, giving myself a massive dose of the enzyme made me too incoherent to launch a rescue in time. It’s a good thing you managed to rescue yourselves. Then today, I shove a video camera through an energy field, review the tape for thirty seconds, and because there isn’t some slavering beast on the other side, declare it safe.”

“It was my decision to go in, McKay,” John reminded him and took a swallow.

“If I’d looked at the tape a little closer, I’d have noticed the time discrepancy.” Rodney snatched up the beer, twisted the cap off viciously and took a large swig. “So, when I finally figure it out, I send a pack through without a note. Teyla didn’t forget the note.” His voice softened for a moment. “In fact, she was amazing today, she sent her watch through and got me the exact time differential. Elizabeth translated the fine print that said a trip through the barrier was one way. Zelenka thought of the probe that showed the power source. I thought I’d get to redeem myself by shutting it off and getting you back, but your new girlfriend put paid to that, didn’t she?” With that Rodney downed half the bottle.

John fiddled with the bottle cap. Damn, but he hated baring his soul, but nothing less was going to get the job done. “I’ve just spent six months with a group of people whose primary activity was meditating.” Rodney flinched at the reminder but John let it pass. “Introspection isn’t my favorite activity, but I didn’t have a hell of a lot of choice. I was furious with you after Doranda, and I deserved to be. But, that wasn’t all of it. Elizabeth told me there were times you had to be saved from yourself.”

“How nice, now I’m a toddler,” Rodney sniped, but his back had lost some of its rigidity.

“I told her I could do it, protect you from yourself. Hell, I’ve been doing it for over a year now. But this time was different. When the time came, I failed her, I failed you, I failed myself,” John growled, clenching the bottlecap in his fist until he felt the sharp edges biting into his palm and fingers.

Rodney relaxed marginally back in the chair, rolling his eyes. “Honestly, Sheppard, is it the martyr complex that gets you all the hot Ascended chics? You’re not responsible for—“

John cut him off. “Of course I am. We hadn’t been here a full two days before I woke up the Wraith because I charged in without enough intel, because I thought I knew better than anyone else around me.” He leveled a glare at Rodney. “Sound familiar?”

Rodney looked away, just because John was willing to work past Rodney’s screw up didn’t mean he wanted him to forget it. “You were saving our people. It’s what you do.”

“And how many people are dead because of it? Whole worlds obliterated by the Wraith, because of me, Rodney. You told me you could make that weapon work. A weapon that could take out a Wraith fleet! A way to save this galaxy from what I unleashed on it.” He threw the bottle cap against the wall and watched it rebound into his trash can. Two points. “I wanted it so damn bad, I believed you. I knew you had Collins’ ghost sitting on your shoulder, and a problem you were determined to pummel into submission with your brain. I knew you weren’t thinking straight, but I didn’t pull the plug.”

“I don’t suppose it would help to point out that you did pull the plug, would it?” Rodney swirled the last swallow of beer in his bottle. “You’re right, I wasn’t thinking straight. I thought, if I could just make it work, Collins wouldn’t haunt me. It would all be worth it somehow.” He fixed Sheppard with a self deprecating smirk. “I’m an idiot. It’s not like it helped with Peter, or Gall. I’m getting quite a collection of ghosts.”

Sheppard finished off his beer. “Mine’s bigger.”

There was a moment of horror filled silence. Then Rodney sat back and crossed his arms across his chest. “Shall I get you a ruler, Sheppard?”

John chuckled. It was too huge and too real for seriousness.

If John thought they were done he was disappointed. “We still have a trust issue to work on here,” Rodney declared.

“Do we?” John figured he’d let Rodney do the heavy lifting for awhile.

“You didn’t believe we were coming for you,” Rodney said. His outrage wouldn’t let him stay still any longer and he flung himself out of the chair to pace the small space, waving his arms in indignation. “I can understand how you could doubt me, but Teyla? What were you thinking?”

“It was a long damn time with no contact, Rodney,” John growled. “What was I supposed to think?”

Rodney got that condescending smirk on his face that John hated to have directed at him. “I know you have a brain under that hair. Maybe you could have realized that there was something unusual going on. Something more plausible than the freakishly asinine idea that we would ever leave you behind.”

John met Rodney’s glare as he tried to come up with the perfect scathing comeback. Only there wasn’t one. “You’re right, Rodney,” he conceded. “I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

Mollified, Rodney sat back down, relaxing in his chair. “Okay then. As long as you don’t let it happen again.”

They smiled at each other. John felt some unaligned piece of himself fall back into true. His team was whole, which meant he was. Suddenly, he was looking forward to dinner with the team. He’d tell Teyla McKay said she was better on the last mission than he was, Teyla would smile that pleased/exasperated smile, Ronon would laugh that deep, rich laugh and Rodney would splutter before allowing that Teyla was adequate as an assistant. Nice and normal. He glanced at the clock. “If we hurry we can beat Ronon to the chow line.”

That was enough to get McKay moving. He hastily downed the last of his beer and followed John out the door. Walking down the corridor McKay nudged his shoulder. “Hey, we will find a way to stop the Wraith. I promise.”

Against his better judgment, John believed him.

Whew! Barely made it under the wire

2007-11-30T22:58:35Z

Some of you just got turkeys from me. I wanted to support Heifer International and let you know I was thinking of you at the same time. :)

DVR let me down

2007-11-19T15:19:22Z

My DVR cut off the last line of Friday's Stargate Atlantis. Can anyone tell me what the last line of the episode was?

Happy birthday Savoytruffle!

2007-11-17T23:31:09Z

I'm late off the ground with this one but I hope you had a very wonderful day. I'm so glad life seems to be treating you well this year.

Happy birthday!

2007-11-12T19:01:29Z

Happy birthday to nwhepcat! A fine lady and an amzing author. Even if she never wrote another word of fic (please don't stop, please!) I would still friend her journal because she writes her day to day life in an incredibly engaging and humorous fashion. :)

I hope you have a terrific day full of love, laughter, cake and presents.