I'm a cactus. I thought you should know that, so you're not too shocked when you see me tall, green and spiky. I know, the tallness will take some time to get used to, but really, I think it'll end up okay.
I am sitting here, keyboard on lap (not the most balanced keyboard in the world, but we're working as a team and things are turning out okay) and coffee next to me. And I'm looking for some good fics to read. And since I watched six episodes of Stargate today, I thought, 'Hmm. Stargate fics. Haven't read those in a while, I'll go find some.' But do I go to a site I know has good SG fic? Nooo, I took a shortcut and went to ff.net. And curse my dear little soul, I'm going back there to have another look. I'm hoping that with positive thinking and an open mind, I'll be able to find a good SG fic by next year.
I have not a freaking clue what is happening tomorrow. As I'm alone in the universe, and no plans have been made, I'm tempted to...sing little songs...
Went to the doctor today. Paid $3 to have him tell me to go see a dentist. Tell me, how does a jaw problem = ear problems? Oh, don't answer that, I bet you know.
But seriously. Tomorrow. If someone doesn't message me by the time The Glass House comes on (and there's two and a bit hours until then), I'm going to...sing little songs...
Serious SJ.Not a lot of plot. - that's called Porn without Plot, dearest. No matter how much you doll it up, doesn't change the fact that it's purely a smutfest. Purely a smutfest! Hah! Only if it's done in a church or with a nun. I read a good line in a fic about that, a sister joking about fantasising about a priest. 'Imagine fantasising about a priest! There are so many layers of robes to get through.'
Oh. My. God. I've read this fic before! Actually, no, I didn't read it, I nearly killed myself after reading the chapter titles and had to stop. Okay, get this. M-rated fic.
I am sitting here, keyboard on lap (not the most balanced keyboard in the world, but we're working as a team and things are turning out okay) and coffee next to me. And I'm looking for some good fics to read. And since I watched six episodes of Stargate today, I thought, 'Hmm. Stargate fics. Haven't read those in a while, I'll go find some.' But do I go to a site I know has good SG fic? Nooo, I took a shortcut and went to ff.net. And curse my dear little soul, I'm going back there to have another look. I'm hoping that with positive thinking and an open mind, I'll be able to find a good SG fic by next year.
I have not a freaking clue what is happening tomorrow. As I'm alone in the universe, and no plans have been made, I'm tempted to...sing little songs...
Went to the doctor today. Paid $3 to have him tell me to go see a dentist. Tell me, how does a jaw problem = ear problems? Oh, don't answer that, I bet you know.
But seriously. Tomorrow. If someone doesn't message me by the time The Glass House comes on (and there's two and a bit hours until then), I'm going to...sing little songs...
Serious SJ.Not a lot of plot. - that's called Porn without Plot, dearest. No matter how much you doll it up, doesn't change the fact that it's purely a smutfest. Purely a smutfest! Hah! Only if it's done in a church or with a nun. I read a good line in a fic about that, a sister joking about fantasising about a priest. 'Imagine fantasising about a priest! There are so many layers of robes to get through.'
Oh. My. God. I've read this fic before! Actually, no, I didn't read it, I nearly killed myself after reading the chapter titles and had to stop. Okay, get this. M-rated fic.
Chapter one: Mounting Pressure
Chapter two: Warning Signals
Chapter three: Hot Spots
Chapter four: Preparing for Disaster
Chapter five: Tremors
Chapter six: Eden
Chapter seven: Rising Steam
Chapter eight: Venting
Chapter nine: Eruption
And afterwards it carries on in a fairly harmless way until we hit chapter eighteen: Between a Rock and a Soft Place.
Yep, still funny.
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