*verklempt*

[trinityofone]

Oh my God! Not ten minutes after I made that last post, flowers arrived for me! Talk about timing! At first I thought it was from a publisist—the other Associate Editor, who does parties, is always getting gift baskets from club promoters—but it was from John and Rodney! Well, that's what the card said, anyway. ;-)

Whoever you are, thank you so, SO much. I am so touched— I love all of you and I'm so glad I have this place to bitch and squee and mourn and rejoice in. Thank you.

*huge, enveloping hugs*

Comments

[tahariel.livejournal.com]

...are you suggesting that John and Rodney don't really exist? Or maybe you just don't think they're joint gifts sort of guys...

I know what you mean about sucky jobs. At least all of mine were temp work, which meant they paid well and also I KNEW WHEN IT WAS GOING TO ALL END, ALL THE PAIN AND PHOTOCOPYING AND ANSWERING THE PHONE TO STUPID PEOPLE. *ahem* Hang on in there is all I can really say, I guess, which I'm afraid isn't very constructive :(

[(Anonymous)]

Oh good, you got them! I was beginning to think that moron of a florist had sent them to the wrong address - do you know how many times I had to spell your oh-so-orthographically complex name for them? The joys of the American education system. Not that I would have been in there at all, of course, because have I mentioned my allergies? But, uh, John sort of insisted.

-R

[(Anonymous)]

You're still hung up on the fact I nixed the Meat of the Month club, aren't you?

JS

[(Anonymous)]

I just happen to be of the opinion that nothing expresses affection so well as a rotisserie chicken delivered straight to your door, Colonel Emotionally Available.

-R

[(Anonymous)]

Nice sarcasm. Goes with your eyes.

I'm just sayin' - I don't know that anyone really needs a side of yak in July. Even you. And don't start in about 'everything's good with mustard' again.




. . . and is that my shirt?

[amireal.livejournal.com]

I feel compelled to point out that it's January, about as far from July as you can get.

As a jew here, I have to say that a pick me up gift isn't complete until there's food. And maybe a warm sweater.

*eyes both of you*

Is that his shirt?

[(Anonymous)]

Now why on earth would you think I was being sarcastic about your issues, Colonel? You're like a poster-child for Oprah, usually.

I don't see why you have such a problem with the yak. It's a traditional Canadian dish, enjoyed by Mounties the length and breadth of, well. Canada. And you know Ronon would help her finish it off anyway. Hell, he'd probably skin it for her so that he can wear the pelt as a coat.

. . . if I said yes?

[geeklite.livejournal.com]

I'm with you on this one Rodney. My favourite Valentines day present ever was a pound of bacon ;)

[amireal.livejournal.com]

STEAK. Yes. Nothing says I love you like a $30 steak.

[(Anonymous)]

Now that is the sign of a true romantic! I'll have to point the Colonel to this.

(I trust, of course, that the bacon in question was Canadian, and not any of that steroid-fuelled American crap.)

[(Anonymous)]

"No, Rodney," you said. "A well-chosen selection of meats is not a good idea," you said.

http://www.johnshepparddirect.com/

And you have the temerity to mock me?

[(Anonymous)]

Hey, I got nothing against a nice side of beef for dinner - I just think a woman having a bad week maybe deserves something a little . . . nicer than a rack of lamb as her pick me up.

[(Anonymous)]

Which is rich, coming from a man who has been known at certain festive occasions to think that "hey, nice rack" is an appropriate pick-me-up.

[kho.livejournal.com]

Oh my fucking god that's an honest to god link?! There's a butcher website that literally delivers meat?! *dies laughing*

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Well, I really appreciate that you went through all that trouble for me. Especially considering that I was, you know, an English major.

[(Anonymous)]

Ah, geez, you had to bring it up . . .

JS

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

It weighs on me, man. I'm sure you understand.

[(Anonymous)]

Well, next time we're earthside we'll come - relieve you of that . . . burden.




Yeah, I know, I was never that good at innuendo. Mostly I just smile.

[(Anonymous)]

It is not a degree. At least if you'd let me sign her up for the Meat of the Month Club, I would have had some chance at combatting the insidious influence of the crunchy granola cult - now she's going to end up worse than Caleb. Next thing you know, she'll be having tofurkey for Thanksgiving.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Never! No, unless all my teeth actually do fall out, I am pleased with my Irish carnivorous conversion, and intend to be a meat-eater for the rest of my life.

However, Berkeley has convinced me of all sorts of wacky things involving sex—you don't object to those, do you?

[polaris-starz.livejournal.com]

This post is seriously the best thing ever. There is positively no way it could be any cooler.

[saturnalia.livejournal.com]

Seconded!

[seratonation.livejournal.com]

*thirded* (and I havent even read all the comments yet, just the visible ones :D)

[runonmoonlight.livejournal.com]

Okay. So my grammer? Failed me on that last comment. Hence, yeah. It was sad.

Anyways, _lemon_lyman_ linked me here, because I too had a frakking horrible day at work and am now actually looking for another job so I can quit my current one. So I feel like I must thank the anonymous person as well, because I now no longer feel like strangling certain peoople (... as much).

[kho.livejournal.com]

oh my god, this is just the best post EVER. I actually WASN'T having a bad day when reading this, but I think I stocked up on mirth for my next three! lol.