*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)]

I do not think that granola counts as cultural stuff, as you so elegantly described it. No wonder Teyla raised her eyebrow at you the last time you tried to discuss Athosian cultural. . . stuff.

That movie is not a classic. It is an affront to science, reason, concepts of space-time and my brain.

[(Anonymous)]

It's cool, McKay.

[(Anonymous)]

And I'm sure that if I were one of Corrigan's little pack of anthropological geeks, I would find the human tendency to correlate arbitrary markers of social standing with the inherent worth of something to be fascinating, truly.

Since I have at least a modicum of intelligence, however, I am reduced to saying that it is still an incredibly stupid movie.

[(Anonymous)]

Fair enough.

It's just the movie that got me on this kick of - finding scientists . . . intriguing. That's all.

[(Anonymous)]

And by intriguing you mean?

[(Anonymous)]

I mean that there's one in particular I sort of - wanna touch. A lot.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh. That's, um - you do mean me, right?

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, Rodney.

Could you come the hell home now? You're killing me. I'm so fucking hard I'm gonna die.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh. Oh. Okay, um, why didn't you say? I'll, I'll just shut this down, Zelenka can finish it up later. A lot later.