you don't know what to do? i know what to do ... later.

May 17, 2006 00:21

I hate my ISP sort of a lot right now. Apparently we 'exceeded the peak hour data cap' (which, do not even get me STARTED, and also? I just doubled that fucker a month ago and have been downloading LESS since, I give. the fuck. up.) which apparently also means though i SET and LEFT the computer on ALL BLOODY NIGHT to download letters from pegasus ( Read more... )

west wing, u2, fic, ds, drabbles, sga

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maccaj May 16 2006, 17:56:08 UTC
quick and dirty, done in 5 minutes. will try to do a better one later.

"And until today, I never realized he was smarter than I was."

It bothered him to admit it, but in the shadow of his whirlwind day in the Oval it seemed no less true. No education, Ivy League or otherwise, could have prepared him for the eclectic knowledge recall that was required in front of this President, and though he had redeemed himself a little with the Kennison State speech, it didn't erase the day's need to be smarter, quicker, more encyclopedic. There was no time for poetic phrasing in the big round room, only rapid fire analysis and praying to God you were correct in your convictions. And he would miss the poetry if he got into politics "for real"... would miss swimming around in a sea of words and meter and cadence. Words were where he lived. But he could sacrifice words to sit behind the HMS Resolute... he thought he could, anyway. If he was lucky enough to have a smarter person, a master at producing great beauty out of great chaos, a Josh Lyman, to guide him along the way.

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shihadchick September 10 2009, 19:25:34 UTC
I can't believe I never replied to this (I faaaail), but Meg, that is beautiful. *loves*

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