Small amusing things and one hot guy

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#1: I have a menthol rub sort of substance I use to help with headaches/muscle aches. Sometimes after I rub it on, Finn forgets he doesn't like the taste, licks my hand and makes this soft, disgusted "Phhfft, phhffft" sound, trying to get the menthol off his tongue.

#2: Whenever I see someone using one of my older icons, I want to say "Oh my God, here, let me take that and make it less horrible. I'll give it back to you when it's decent." I just saw one of my really early cropping attempts and didn't know whether to laugh at myself, wince in horror, or rush off to see if I could remake it.

Also, if you like SGA and you're on my flist and have not seen these at morebliss's place, I show one to you here because akjdlkf:!JOE! (*looks at dogeared*)




*whimpers quietly but sincerely*

One more thing I shouldn't find funny because it reinforces a stereotype I rail against and because in its more serious forms it discourages people from pursuing their interests in the name of financial success: the fate of the medieval lit. postdoc.

In other news: sgabigbang ALMOST DONE!!!! One last chapter to write, a couple more things to fix, and then my novelty is pastede on yay.

In annoyed and pissed off news: STOP WITH THE FIREWORKS IT IS AFTER THE FOURTH OF JULY STUPID PEOPLE *SMITESMITESMITE*

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Very, very odd. Plus the fact that he is a genius -- and isn't a genius somebody who literally knows everything about everything? I can't help thinking that Rodney probably has more talents than even he lets on, like... languages, or music, or... well, you get the drift. I mean, enough IQ points and you can pretty much do anything. And then it's the fact that he's incredibly honest in a way that most people are not. He's a horrible liar, and when people ask things of him, he will give them a straight answer, unless he thinks the question is too stupid to even dignify with one. There's just somethng about McKay, alright. Could be this is why I'm so much more fond of him than I ever was of equally- brilliant-but-more-well-adjusted Sam.

I'll be in my bunk. Yes. 'Scuse me. *hustles off*

Pretty picture, eh? Now, imagine that, and then imagine him bare feet, perhaps without the jacket and the sleeves rolled up. He does have great forearms, you know.

Did you hear that? My ovaries just exploded.