*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)]

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.

[(Anonymous)]

Please, you know he's a devotee of Dr Phil. To an almost frightening degree, now that I think of it. Something about him being bald, too - apparently it's a sign of virility.

Not that you'd know anything about that.

It is very cold in here, do you honestly want me to go around with no shirt on?

[(Anonymous)]

I don't wanna talk about his virility. I know too much about him thanks to that flight suit already.





It's cold? Is that why you're sort of - you know. Nippular?

[(Anonymous)]

I wish to say only two things in reply to this.

Firstly: Have you been checking out his ass? Is this some kind of twisted authority figure kink?

Secondly: Nippular? That is so not a word. I'm requesting a copy of Merriam-Webster to be sent over on the next Daedalus run, purely so that I can hit you over the head with it.

[(Anonymous)]

No I have not been checking out his ass. That's sick. You're totally sick.

Second - is too a word. What else do you call it when you get all pointy and MY black t-shirt's all . . . distorted. By your nipples. Which I would like to bite. You know.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh god, you do, you totally do. You probably get off when I call you Colonel. That is disturbing on so many levels.

And pointy? My nipples do not get pointy. They are just. . . nipple-like. It's not my fault if your t-shirts get stretched when worn by a person who is not a broomstick topped with hair.

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, I get off when you call me Colonel, but that's because it's fucking hot, McKay. What am I, dead?

And considering you're sleeping with a "broomstick topped with hair" and you stole said broomstick's t-shirt, you can just shut up.

Yes, I'm pouting. Asshole.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh. Oh, okay, that's - uh. Wow.

And if you're going to get pissed off about your t-shirt, need I remind you that the boxers which are currently slipping off your skinny ass are mine? I need those, they're special-ordered because they're hypoallergenic and don't chafe.

Do not make me roll my eyes at you.

[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.

[(Anonymous)]

HEY. Hands off.

JS

and whatami - chopped liver?

[randomeliza.livejournal.com]

You're sexy too, Sheppard. Both of you are! I don't play favourites. I lust equally. (But you do have bad taste - Meat Of The Month Club was totally a good idea. Girls love the meat.)

[(Anonymous)]

. . . is that a come on?

JS

[randomeliza.livejournal.com]

Do you want it to be? *wink*

[(Anonymous)]

. . . are you an Ascended chick? Cause - I gotta tell ya, I'm sorta up to quota on Ascended chicks and wannabes.

[randomeliza.livejournal.com]

Never Ascended. I am 100% in possession of my original corporeal form. I don't think I'd want to Ascend, either - your hair loses shine and bounce once you ascend. Well, at least it did with your last Ascended floozy.

...are there any other quotas that need meeting?

[(Anonymous)]

floozy?

JS

[(Anonymous)]

I'm sorry, you do you know what my degrees - and note that I say degrees, plural - are in, right? Do you see botany hidden amongst them anywhere? Zoology? Any field of barely-scientific study connected to Canada's varied array of wildlife? No.

Yak, caribou - whatever. I just call them 'good eating.'

And - what? Sexy? You're an English major, aren't you? They're all wildly over-sexed.

[randomeliza.livejournal.com]

No, I'm an Ancient Historian. We're worse than English majors. Or better, depending on your perspective. But none of us can resist that ass of yours. We're all very, very jealous of Colonel Sheppard. I'd grope you, but I think he'd shoot me.

[(Anonymous)]

Damn straight I would.

[(Anonymous)]

My god, worse. At least English majors can use their quote unquote degrees to write decently punctuated porn.

And good god, woman, please stop objectifying me. I feel like I'm back with all those rabid feminists at Berkeley.

[randomeliza.livejournal.com]

Don't you insult my punctuation, Rodney McKay. My intelligence, maybe. My punctuation? NEVER.

But we objectify because we love! Or at the very least, lust. If you want it to stop, you should stop being so sexy.

[(Anonymous)]

Funny. That's what my very first thesis advisor said to me. Though in fairness, she didn't say 'sexy', she said 'jailbait piece of ass.'

I still have nightmares. The woman practically had an Adam's apple.

[randomeliza.livejournal.com]

Aww, poor Dr. McKay. Did she scare you? Well, I promise my throat is entirely Adam's apple free. Just so you don't have any flashbacks. Would you like a hug? I promise not to grope you. Much.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god, are you related to Cadman? You are, aren't you, she's from one of those podunk Mid-West potato states, too.