Evil Wrapped in a Fangirl Disguise

Mom just realized she maybe should have taken Sheppard's gun away from him in these pictures. Otherwise, she points out, it looks like they're grappling and John's about to shoot Rodney.

I maintain that John is going off to sacrifice himself bravely (like he does) and Rodney is telling not to be stupid and and get himself actually killed. (Ala this scene from "The Prodigal.") So his gun is drawn as part of his action man status and instead of handshakes there are revelatory kisses and desperation.

Also, haha, I was looking for something SGA-related and found this conversation in my post about "Whispers":

ME: John's uncomfortable because he's scared of girls.
MOM: And bugs, right?
ME: Yeah.
MOM: He must be really scared of girls with bugs then.
ME: And girly bugs.
MOM: So put a tutu on a beetle and he must go apeshit.

Which reminds me of the dream I had once where John and Rodney had a beach house and they went out and came back to find a Wraith in it. John wanted Rodney to kill it with bug spray and wouldn't get out of his truck until it was dead.

Sometimes I miss these guys like you would not believe.

Once you've had a dream that consists only of Arthur and Merlin snogging in a forest, I think you have to admit that you've fallen fast and hard for yet another show and pairing and set of characters.

I have no problem admitting this.

Friends are already being prepared to put up with the general ridiculous flailing.

And, y'know, "snogging" is maybe a little misleading. It was really just a moment, brief and lovely and maybe just a little bit sad. With the weight of some sort of story behind it. I really want to know what exactly was going on.

I had a dream this morning in which John and Rodney were staying at a beach house, Wraith showed up, and John wanted Rodney to use a can of bug spray to deal with them.

They'd gone someplace and came back only to find several unknown vehicles parked outside. I guess this meant trouble and they immediately thought Wraith. They had a can of bug spray with them and John wanted Rodney to handle it. Without getting out of the car. So he drove up really close to the house and Rodney rolled down his window and started spraying.

They either figured that they were wrong or that they were at the wrong house because as they passed the parked cars they saw a couple of people sitting inside. NID? Wraith? Bodies the Wraith propped up? Who knows. But John and Rodney decided they needed to leave, so they turned around and drove away, waving at one of their neighbors in passing.

Weird, right?

Though John wanting Rodney to kill bugs makes a lot of sense to me.

Two weird dreams last night. During the first one I had dinner with David Hewlett. During the second one I went to Vegas. What was I on?

( Dream a little dream of me )

It was a really good weekend. My friends Natasha (olivelavonne) and Rachel stayed with us. They got to experience farm life when it's fairly hopping since we're in the middle of raking/baling and Friday morning they started harvesting the sweet corn. And, oh, that was some good eating. Fresh corn for dinner Friday and Saturday. And fresh peaches sliced over vanilla ice cream for dessert. So good.

Speaking of corn, apparently this was our third best year. Anything above ten tons an acre is good. This year we got twelve. I can't remember how many acres of sweet corn we planted, but twelve is really, really good. And it was absolutely beautiful corn. So yea!

I had a dream where I finally said yes to the whole substitute teacher thing and before the first period was over I wanted to cry. It didn't help that I was filling in for one of my high school English teachers and I didn't want them to be disappointed. And it really didn't help that people had defaced some school property and second period started with guys I graduated with (the more annoying ones) showing up.

It has left me feeling uncomfortable and off-balance. I don't like it.

I had a dream last night that David Tennant and I were roommates. When I told Mom, her first question was, "Did the apartment look like the TARDIS?" And no, no it didn't.

Speaking of DT, finally got to see the season finale of Doctor Who (missed the one before it, though). Wow. I don't care if it was over the top, it worked for me. And that's basically all I have to say about that. But, oh, I love the Doctor. I really do. And Martha. And Jack.

( And speaking of Jack )

Now, can season two of Torchwood hurry up please? With a cherry on top? 'Cause I kinda miss those guys and their issues.

This morning I dreamt that my mother and I were at Joe Flanigan's house watching movies with his wife. I was also doing things on my laptop and trying to decide whether or not I should change my wallpaper to something not SGA related. Or at least something that didn't have Sheppard, because were he to see it that would be awkward for me. Then JF came home from work and I woke up.

It was all very uneventful. And strange.

Plus, I remember looking in their hall closet and seeing a bunch of shoes and thinking, "omg, those are Joe's shoes." followed immediately by, "omg, you are so sad." Because seriously. That is pathetic.

So olivelavonne came over on Friday and she, EB, and I saw Order of the Phoenix. Enjoyed it quite a bit. The best thing for me was being reminded just how much I love Ron.

Also, there was a preview for The Dark is Rising. No one told me they were making a movie! And that Christopher Eccleston was in it! Unfortunately, it looks like they've totally screwed with the plot. At first I thought maybe the main characters just had the same name when the trailer started because it just didn't seem right. I'm still kind of excited, though, because I'll take what I can get. And if this means I can get friends to read the series, well, that works for me.

However, if it means people avoid the series because the movie turns out to be awful? I will not be a happy panda.

I was actually just looking up The Dark is Rising (the second book in a series of five, for anyone curious or who doesn't know already) on Amazon and one of the more negative reviews was negative because the main character is never described and they couldn't visualize him like they could Harry Potter. Now, I know it's nice to picture characters in your head while you're reading, but I also think it's perfectly acceptable to let the reader provide their own visual. In some ways I think it's more fun to read something and have to contribute something to it (like what a specific character looks like) than have the author hand them to you. I think this is probably something that's particular to me and my reading and writing habits. I just have issues with poorly handled description and how sometimes it's just plopped in there. Kind of like my issues with writers using "the younger/older/taller/shorter/American/Welsh/Canadian/etc. man/woman" when the character has a perfectly good name.

Granted, I'm not sure the reviewer in question realized there were three books after this one that followed up on that particular foundation of plot.

Plus, I get a little protective of things I like. And sometimes anti-trend/fad. Not that HP is a trend/fad. And not that I'm anti HP. Just...there are other series out there, too, and they're also worth reading.

There was also a preview of Get Smart, which I think led to last night's dream with Steve Carell and John Krasinski at some sort of diner participating in a self-help group and/or book club.

Then today Mom and I took Grandma to the eye doctor where a girl was sitting in the waiting room with her mother because she had gotten superglue in her eye. I shouldn't be laughing, because it sounded really painful and dangerous, but at the same time...It's superglue in the eye! How often do you run into that outside of movies?

All of my classes Thursday are cancelled.

I am the luckiest girl EVER.

Well, okay, so it's not that great because it's not like anything is being pushed back. But it does mean that I don't have to get up before 8:30 tomorrow. And, yes, I know that 8:30 is not that early in the grand scheme of things, but when you can't get your brain to slow down until three in the morning, 8:30 is not always your friend.

( Which reminds me that this morning I had a bizarre dream in which I auditioned for and was cast in Les Miserables. )

I have no idea where the dream came from. (I think before it I dreamt about flower shops at Christmas. That I can blame on my mother and my childhood. In a good way.) I mean, I did listen to the musical a little this last weekend. But I also listened to stuff from Man of La Mancha more. Go figure.

Watching old eps of Project Runway on Bravo. If Tim Gunn's not in the next season, do you think the show will be any less?

I had a weird dream over the weekend where I was in a mystery of some sort. It felt very much like one of those mystery-dramas on Lifetime or WE. The details are fuzzy now, but I was living in a nice neighborhood somewhere and it turned out that the neighbor was actually a child molester or a serial killer or something. There was a younger girl with me (who I was every now and then. I kept switching characters.) Everything was fine until we realized that the neighbor wasn't this nice guy, but was actually twisted. And then we had to hide and record him using an 8-track. The player was pink.

Yeah, I don't know.

Stuff happened and the 8-track didn't work as planned and someone was stuck hiding in his house and I woke up.

Not quite as much fun as the mini-dream I had a month or so ago that consisted of nothing more than me overhearing someone say, "Well, now that Lorne's come out..." and thinking "So much for 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell.'" I do remember being confused on whether or not it was the actor or character. For a moment I thought actor and was excited because that meant he wouldn't mind playing a gay character. It was strange and random and I was half between wake and sleep for the whole thing listening to my mother get ready for the gift show.

The dream this morning had to do with "The Tower" and people trying to make it fit into SGA better. ( SGA Dream Blather )

Anyway. My feet are cold. I have midterms this week. Oh, joy.