The March is all about love
Mmph. I translated around 500 lines of poetry and started on Halbwach in the past twelve hours, so I'm about academicked out for the day.
I hopped on the internets tonight and found, joy and amazement, so many cool things posted, fic-wise:
sheafrotherdon's next Farm in Iowa installment, a very nice first fic by
semivowel (such a great Rodney here), and the next part of
gillianinoz's Cute As... series, which I have come to enjoy muchly.
And in noodling around between frustrated trips to the dictionary I messed around in PS7 and discovered yet more evidence of why God loves us:

I mean, yes. *ogles shamelessly*
I hopped on the internets tonight and found, joy and amazement, so many cool things posted, fic-wise:
And in noodling around between frustrated trips to the dictionary I messed around in PS7 and discovered yet more evidence of why God loves us:

I mean, yes. *ogles shamelessly*

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I think in many cases SGA is an inevitability. I held out for, I am proud to say it, quite a long time, even though several on my flist were going on and on about it. But then I got the pilot on DVD (because I had money and figured what the hell, it would kill two hours of procrastinating time) and it was over for me. Over, I say.
Oh, Joe Flanigan, you bad person.
And the same goes for you, David Hewlett.
*sigh*
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Not only are the Wraith still out there, the new Very Bad People on the block are the Replicators, and the Genii continue to be troublesome as well. The team has won some and lost some, both battles and people, but despite everything the expedition is still going (relatively) strong, thanks to closer contact with Earth--though the S3 finale has them in VERY GREAT MORTAL PERIL!!!! that will be resolved at the beginning of S4.
And hey, two (very long) sentences! :D
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It was very hard to watch because I needed to be quiet and not be constantly bouncing out of my chair shrieking like a madwoman. And at the end I couldn't whimper quietly to myself as I tend to do when boys are in peril and distress--I had to save that for later.
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