...dream of effective sheep?

Ugh. Well, I just had an unbelievably disturbing dream that's woken me up quite effectively. ( Cut for truly nasty dream violence )

Aaaaaaanyway, I'm up now, and after I have my toast and tea (did J. Alfred dream of eyeball-gouging, I wonder?), I really am going to work on my paper. Honest. But first I'm going to take a stab (oh, badness) at editing one of the seven fics, 'cause I think I finished it last night. It doesn't contain any pointy objects, thank God. Although I guess that rules out any dart battles. And, y'know, any porn. Damn.

Sweep!

Dude, even Google has a crush on Canada:



This has been your giggle of oddness for the day. Now I'm back to the library. This essay is going to be the U.S.S. Make Shit Up of history papers, I swear.

Fic for coreopsis: The Last of the Winnebagoes

Comment fic the sixth! I am speedy like molasses!

Title: The Last of the Winnebagoes
Rating: PG
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Length: ~2575 words
Summary: For coreopsis. They’re turning into the Statler and Waldorf of Atlantis, bitching at everybody from a balcony, their own hands tied.

( The Last of the Winnebagoes )