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In my brain, Brian Hotass Kinney is having sex with everyone. He's wearing a cowboy hat and "Dear Chicago" by Ryan Adams is playing.

My brain is a weird place to be.

Wow, I was obsessed with that song in high school.

In my mind, Rodney and John are having sex for the first time to 'Moving' (http://s23.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=11L2WWIK0G5KG0SS66TYNJFLBV). Lyrics here (http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Kate-Bush/Moving.html) because Kate doesn't always enunciate ;-)

Jack just got hit by the clue bus when he realises that Daniel means more to him than what he'd previously thought. Fooled Around And Fell In Love by Elvin Bishop (http://s23.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=31RAOYFHD80IO03I5QO405NYTC).

I like this game. I think I could play it all night (but I won't, 'cause, you know, sleep and work and stuff).

"Sex"?

"Brain"?

Ooh, but I like it! I wanna hang out there!

I find that song, like a lot of '80s music, oddly bewitching. And hey, I didn't know that The Church were Australian! Oh allmusic, the things you tell me.

Mmm, Kate Bush. John and Rodney should have lots of sex to Kate Bush. However, John should stop wanting to do ballet to "The Red Shoes" as he kept trying to do in my head all last week.

I like your Jack/Daniel song a lot. You're right, this is a good game! More people should play it!

Remind me again what these "work" and "sleep" things are.

Currently, in my brain, John and Ronon are having very athletic sex on the mats in the training room. Don't worry, the door is locked. The only soundtrack is breathing and grunting.

It's been a very enjoyable morning.

Well now they're having sex to "Reptile" because that's all I can think of!!!

But... i wrote one or two stories (in West Wing fandom) inspired by "Rented Rooms" by the Tindersticks.

Are you suggesting perhaps that one has a tendency to short out the other? Or that I am sadly *sob* lacking both?

The boring stuff that interrupts my porn-writing time.

*scowls*

I bet more people will play when they wake up.

Ooops. Sorry.

But oooh! Tindersticks! I like the Tindersticks, in the sense that this guy I had a huge crush on at Berkeley really liked them so I bought one of their albums and still listen to it occasionally even though he never went out with me and once almost threw up on my shoes. But, um, yeah. I don't think I've ever heard "Rented Rooms"--you wanna YSI to me? *hopeful look*

*presses my ear against the locked door of your brain*

Weird image, yes, I know. But ooooh: niiiiiice.

Dude, your icon totally wins.

And yeah, what's with the rest of the world? Them and their "sleep." Pfft.

The only problem is I can't remember where/who I got it from!

I feel bad about that - all of my other icons give credit to the creator, but I just can't remember and I feel slack using it, but really, it's too beautiful not to be shown.

I have a couple of icons like that. But as you said, you'd be doing a greater disservice to the world if you didn't use it.

And OMG. There totally need to be more "John is hypnotized by Rodney's belly" fics. Like, right now.

John keeps bumping into things because he's hypnotised by Rodney's belly.

"Whoops! Sorry, Elizabeth - didn't mean to knock you down. What do you mean, am I alright? Of course I'm alright."

John has to keep his sunglasses on when they go to the beach because he can't stop staring at Rodney's naked belly.

"Colonel, we're back in the puddlejumper. Is there any reason you've still wearing your sunglasses? Are you having an unfortunate Top Gun flashback?"

John gets furious at a tribe of hippie woman on planet Giggly who strip Rodney of his shirt and paint his belly.

"Yeah, I know it's softer than it looks and yeah, it'd probably be very comfortable to rest your head on, but dammit, stop tickling him!"

John scowls at Carson while he's checking Rodney over after a mission.

"What do you mean he has to take his shirt off? Don't you have, oh, I don't know, instruments that work without getting people naked?"

And so on, and so forth.

No-one is having sex in my brain.

Instead, Rodney is having an indepth conversation with one Constable Benton Fraser.

It's rather unnerving.

OMG YAY.

I totally love you. Planet Giggly! We should hear more from them. And heh, I love the first one: like, Rodney's belly causes John to have some horrible flashback/regression to adolescence when he was really, really clumsy and couldn't stop running into stuff. THEIR LOVE IS SO AWKWARD.

I'm so happy now that I think I'll go make a sandwich.

OMG. OMG. *flails*

Transcribe!

niiiice.

Currently, Parks and Ivor Novello from Gosford park to a Noel Coward soundtrack. Mostly 'A Room with a View', as sung by Paul McCartney. Most odd.

Lovely image and great music.

Well, I just had one hour meeting and the idea of John/Chaya kept coming to my mind - doing it to Queen's Who wants to love forever and Rodney watching them.

I love that song! I was only listening to it earlier today.

In my head, Rodney is morosely sitting at a bar, getting his sleeve dirty on an alchol and cigarette ash stained bar towel, swirling cheap whiskey and melting ice in a slightly grubby glass. I think he's listening to Journey.

The Church are Australian! I've seen them in concert a few times, which is a) awesome! Steve Kilbey's voice! and b) sucky! because they don't tend to play their "hits".

"Under the Milky Way" remains one of my favourite songs of all time.

This was what I dreamt last night. I have no idea how, or why, or for what reason this infected my head, but now it will not leave me alone.

(Because you see on his more charitable days, Rodney will refer to his parents as 'eccentric.' (On days when he's feeling less charitable, he refers to them using language that makes Elizabeth wince, but that's neither here nor there.) It wasn't really that he minded the fact that they thought trekking from one small town to the next was an appropriate lifestyle to lead while trying to raise two young children, or the fact that, for most of his childhood, indoor plumbing was not a recurring feature. (Though neither of those things were really what he'd call enjoyable) What he did mind was that they were more interested in the mating lives of caribou than they were in the lives of their offspring, that by the age of five, he'd seen more of the Territories than any sane person would ever want to, and that it was really, really fucking cold up there. (Rodney's respiratory system has always been delicate.)

By the age of seven, Rodney had seen more tundra than most seasoned Arctic explorers, and had spent more birthdays than he cared to remember inside an igloo. (Though whenever he mentions that, the Colonel always seems to think he's joking, for some unfathomable reason. Rodney never jokes when he's talking about the cruel and unusual lack of birthday cake which haunted his childhood) By the age of nine, he was so brainwashed that he actually rejoiced that they got to overwinter in a tiny little frontier town that gloried in the name of Tuktoyatuk, and go to school in a one room building with the five other kids who lived there.

The McKays didn't stay in town for long (not once Rodney succeeded in making a fully-functioning atomic bomb for the school's tiny science fair; a feat which gained the attention of more than a few security agencies given that, well, he was a ten-year-old living in a town of three hundred odd people somewhere in the Arctic Circle), but it was still long enough for Rodney to make one of the few lasting friendships of his childhood.

Not lasting in the sense that they knew one another for a very long time (because once his parents found out that Rodney was a bona fide genius, Mensa approved, and that Jeannie wasn't far behind, they moved south to Edmonton and one hell of a lot less snow), but in the sense that Rodney sometimes thought of him with a lot more fondness than he usually thought of others, and he sometimes thought of Rodney with a lot less vindictiveness than people usually thought of Rodney. And there were letters and postcards and the occasional phonecall exchanged (well, when one of them could write from whichever classified location he'd been posted to, and when the other was within a hundred miles or so of a post-office) whenever they got a chance.

Friends, but not close, and not always in touch. Which was why, when the Daedalus docked with its latest load of equipment (Put it down gently, I said. Is English too difficult for you? Would you prefer French? Russian? Pig Latin?), supplies (Oh thank god, peanut M&Ms), and personnel (My god, you actually got your PhD from clown school, didn't you), Rodney wasn't expecting a tall, straight figure in red serge to emerge from the ship, carrying a duffel bag and accompanied by what he could have sworn was a... wolf?

And then the other man looks up, and sees him, and says "Rodney? Rodney McKay?" and Rodney lets out a little laugh that's half a surprised hiccup and says "Ben?" (next to him John says "Is that a wolf?"), right before Ben comes over to hug Rodney, and Rodney can smell him, like clean pine and fresh snow and the place he never really thought of as home)

Something something. Why can't I just edit my essay like a good child?

Please, don't stay outside the door. Come in, come in!

Also, your icon literally cracks me up when I see it. People in the office must be wondering what I am laughing at. *g*

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