tv loves us so much this year
Siege I might as well be called "Everybody Loves Rodney." On at least three separate occasions people take the opportunity -- despite, mind you, tremendous time pressures -- to sing the praises of Rodney McKay and how he is the smartest, most indispensiblest doctor in the universe. And then he FIXES like this tremendous MELTED HOLE with only the power of his MIND and some phrases he learned from Star Trek. And THEN we get to see him GRIEVE, and it's awful and marvelous and if it were fanfiction we'd be mocking it, reeling and rejoicing and MOCKING it over AIM with our friends for the sheer, implausible, delicious schmoopiness of it all. (I'm saying, if I tried to write a fic where McKay got told three times that he was the ONLY ONE WHO COULD SAVE THE DAY, runpunkrun would never let me get away with it. *g*) It's like all that stuff we wrote back in X-Files that we look back on, and laugh. But it was so blissful at the time, and I am so completely smitten with this show I have hundred-acre horse blinders on and I'm galloping gaily, wherever. I am SGA's desperate, wanton bitch.
When does Canada start feeding us new ones? I heard something somewhere about a Tower?
ETA: Also, Weir has the worst bedside manner of anyone since...anyone. I'm so glad it's part of her character(ization), because otherwise it'd be hard, even for me (prostrate and willing to fanwank most anything) to justify her making speeches on the PA system that effectively go: "Attention all personnel. I'm sorry to tell you we're all going to die, probably horribly. Rest easily knowing our attempts were mostly futile. Amen."
Oh, and another thing. David Hewlett totally knows we're here, and I think that's just marvelous. I mean, he's a geek, and he knows how to vanity google like the rest of us. There's something kind of friendly about that.