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So, my dad just got back from Nicaragua. (For the record, I kind of wish I could start every story like that.) He was down there shooting footage for a documentary aboard a Naval vessel (or so he claims. With his mild-mannered personality and the amount of wacky travel he does, it wouldn't surprise me if he were actually an International Man of Mystery), and as a present he brought me back...an MRE!

Obviously, for the sake of dorky fannish research science, I had to consume said MRE so I could report back on exactly what they contain and whether or not Rodney was right that they're actually pretty yummy. bmouse was kind enough to join me for this experiment, and to provide a second opinion—I am not necessarily to be trusted as, like Rodney, I also like airline food. So join us as we get as close as we can to the SGA field team experience...and take lots of ridiculous photos and generally behave like dorks. Woo!


( What lurks behind this humble exterior? Find out! )

Two other things, while I am being dorky:

1. Much to my delight, ( this was parked on my street the other day )

2. My dad also smuggled back from Nicaragua a pair of Cuban cigars. He and my brother and I smoked them last night, and it was one of the most pathetic things I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing/witnessing. All three of us couldn't stop hacking and coughing and having to stop and lean over and spit in the grass. OMG WE FAIL. Alternately, smoking cigars only makes you look cool if you are Barney Stinson/Robin Scherbatsky/my grandfather. It doesn't work for us mere mortals.

But MREs pretty much rule.

I feel like there about 10,000 fics I want to write based on last night’s episode. This one pushed itself rudely to the front of the queue, and thus is first. ;-)

Title: Stop.
Pairing: McKay/Keller
Rating: G
Spoilers: The Shrine
Length: ~1,000 words
Summary: He’d always thought the hard part would be saying it. But it’s not. It’s figuring out what to say next.
Author’s Note: Thank you to siriaeve for inspiration, beta, and a shiny line I snagged like the greedy magpie I am.

( Stop. )

SGA BIG BANG IS LIVE!

*bounces* There are 16 stories which I cannot wait to read (okay, 15 for me since I wrote one and have looked at it ENOUGH) and some truly incredible art that I have already begun to marvel at. My story is here, with gorgeous art by siriaeve and aesc. Go check everything out! Even just the site is such a treat (there are eleven different skins you can play with! Really!). The whole thing is made of win.

svmadelyn deserves huge thanks for putting this thing together. The cup truly runeth over!

Are you achingly anxious for a new season of SGA to start? (I know I am! she says, now starting to feel rather like the host of an infomercial.) Luckily, trobadora and fluffyllama have come up with the perfect solution to the summer doldrums: mcshep_match! It's part game, part ficathon, and I really think it's going to be totally awesome. You should go check it out here.

I'm going to be heading up Team Angst (mcshep_angst) and the wonderful lamardeuse is heading up Team Romance (mcshep_romance). I want all of you to join my team! (ETA: Though don't join the team comms yet; wait till sign-ups on the main comm are over.) ( Some words about why Angst hurts so good )

You don't have to choose a side right away. Currently, there's an icon contest going on where you can celebrate McKay/Sheppard lovin' of all kinds. It's running till Tuesday night, so hurry over!

And now to get you in the mood, here's a Team Angst McShep Match Music Mix! Feel free to download wherever your sympathies lie! (Or even if you're just passing through going, "What the frick is she on about?")

( Half-Gifts — A McKay/Sheppard Team Angst Mix )

Let's pretend, happy end

This was supposed to be a tiny little pinch hit, but it kinda got away from me. Oops?

Title: Walk a Klick
Pairing: Rodney/Teyla
Rating: PG
Length: ~8,000 words
Summary: Teyla's head was killing her.
A/N: Written for steammmpunk's sticksandsnark prompt of "Canon role switching, AU, culture clash." wychwood and siriaeve deserve lots of credit for the last-minute beta and reassurance. Thank you for laughing at my jokes and questioning my bizarre punctuation!

( Walk a Klick )

Hi! I'm not dead! Also: fic!

Title: Athosian For Beginners
Pairing: Rodney/Teyla
Rating: PG (alas!)
Length: ~11,000 words
Summary: She knew what was happening, but it was impossible. Like suddenly knowing, The sun won't rise in the morning. Gravity doesn't work. The Wraith don't mean any harm...
A/N: Written for empressvesica's sticksandsnark prompt(s), which included Teyla discovering something about Rodney, Rodney giving Teyla a gift, and Teyla's fears. I hope the combination satisfies!
A/N2: Huge thanks to siriaeve, wychwood, and in fact my roommate for vast amounts of beta and translation help. (ETA: And trobadora for the save!) A warning: this story mucks about with a certain, unspoken piece of canon, but hopefully in a way that's not too terribly distressing to anyone. Also, in this fic, the role of the English language will be played by German, so my apologies to all my German readers. All mistakes are very, very much mine.

( Athosian For Beginners )

Game Two: the AU fic!

Title: Bottom of the Ninth
Rating: PG
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Category: AU
Length: ~2300 words
Summary: Bottom of the ninth, two outs, bases loaded—John Sheppard at bat.
A/N: Many thanks to honey_babes, shusu, and wychwood for their help and suggestions. (And for the occasional bits of baseball squee!)

( Bottom of the Ninth )