*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)]

Uh - hi?

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

[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

[amireal.livejournal.com]

Hi! *looks cheerful*

Considering how cold I run my AC-- *shrug*.

Though you have a point on the exotic scale. But I do feel food in general is not a track that should be overturned out of hand.

Oh hey, English major also!

[(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.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

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

[(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.

[(Anonymous)]

HEY. Hands off.

JS

and whatami - chopped liver?

[(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)]

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.

[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.)

[geeklite.livejournal.com]

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

[(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?

[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)]

. . . is that a come on?

JS

[randomeliza.livejournal.com]

Do you want it to be? *wink*

[(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.