random sga squeeing, very rambly

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Okay, days off good. Days off spending long periods of time being completely unproductive--also good. No laundry was done. No cleaning, no dusting, no thoughts of the future I should be mapping out or even so much as clipping a single solitary fingernail that just might have a hangnail. Oh no. I read *fic*. And also, re-watching SGA eps to

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*nodnodnod* And they play with that, and I love it when they do, because oh wow would half of these people never, ever, ever have been allowed on an SG team because dude, Kavanaugh wouldn't know a chain of command if it fell out of the sky, landed on his face and started to wiggle.

Yes! YES! Their egos get in the way *so much* and so obviously, and so disasterously. It's fantastic. Carson and his chair hate, and John all "I'm military! I should take over. Wait. I need a nap. I'll do that later. Oooh! Girls!" and Rodney drooling over everything with an active circuit board. I love this show. I love this show *so much*.

Buncha bitchy diva scientists, with flyboy and explosion-man riding shotgun and Elizabeth and Teyla just trying not to crack up where they're watching. I love them.

They are drinking buddies. Every time John and Rodney manage not to plunge Atlantis into another war, Teyla comes back and they do shots for how many times Rodney got distracted by the shiny and John was handing over assistance with germ warfare or nuclear weapons. That never stops being funny.