*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

[(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)]

Uh - hi?

And did you miss the part about Meat of the Month. October's like - ostrich gonads or something.

[(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?

[(Anonymous)]

Jesus, McKay. Has Cauldwell been smuggling Oprah in for you again?



. . . I might want it back.

[randomeliza.livejournal.com]

Sorry to point it out, but you know that yak is not native to Canada, right? As much as I admire your efforts to justify Meat Of The Month Club to Sheppard, who clearly has no taste (because I'm sorry, nothing says I Love You like an exquisitely tender steak) it would have been more believable if you had said "caribou" or something.

But you're still smarter than me, even if you do mix up yak and caribou. So no insult intended, you sexy sexy man.

[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)]

Fine, fine, I'll put in a rec for one February 14th slab of beef and side of unnaturally round bacon.

The shit I do for you, McKay.

[geeklite.livejournal.com]

Well, it was actually Australian - since I was living there at the time. But I assure you that it was much closer to Canadian than American ;)

[(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?

[(Anonymous)]

Rodney - she lives in California. She's totally granola'd already.

I think it's nice.

You could be supportive of someone else's cultural . . . stuff, you know.

Like granola.

And classic movies that rock, and star Michael J. Fox.