Feb 13, 2006 22:44
Ah, S1 SG-1, when they were still completely freaked out by an unauthorized incoming wormhole, and still kept big guns and missile launchers in the Gate room. Because blowing shit up is always the answer. *pinches their paranoid little cheeks*
And "Singularity"! That fab Sam and Jack bitchy-in-the-face-of-death-and-splinting comrades-in-arms bonding with a smidge of potential ship, and all sorts of lovely seperated team angsting. Daniel and Teal'c are so adorably wibbly in this episode.
[/fan-squee].
I had like five actually substantial things I wanted to post about today, but they have vanished from the conscious regions of my brain. My phone number does that a lot. And occasionally my address. And once, my name. That was rather embarassing. I also have a ridiculous tendency to knock on my own office door before unlocking it, apparently forgetting that a) it's MY office, and b) that it's empty when I'm not in it.
Start PT for the ankle on Wednesday, which will give me an excellent excuse for my lazy-ass ways when I go in for my annual on Friday. "But see, I'm broken! So I have to sit on my butt all weekend and watch bad zombie movies on the SciFi channel!"
Okay, enough writing avoidance. The space pirates wait for no one.
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