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1: meeeep... Thank you to those who commented on my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
paintedspires piece :"> It suffered from two false starts, a sinus infection, endless retractions, and in the end its minimalism was mostly a function of "crap, I have to post tomorrow." It's also the first time I've tried to tell a story in under 100 words, and for a person who clings to verbosity, it was... unnerving.
2: My brain has taken a beating for the past week, in the form of endless, endless amounts of copiously boring work. Metaphorically, my current task has been described as "mind-numbing," and according to Discovery News (thank you Gmail!), your brain really does go numb, or something like it when you do these sorts of things. Reading two foreign-language texts simultaneously to see how one (which is an extremely, extremely loose translation of the other) departs from the other and then typing out the relevant passages from both (when one requires a whole host of special characters and mysterious keystrokes) is probably the least glamorous part of my very not-glamorous field, and my cortex is feeling every stultifying second of it.
So I am not responsible for what you will read next.
3: In the spirit of the radium-coated tie, another "cool" thing fromvintage_ads that John Sheppard would buy:
Yes. John, fed up with Rodney referring to him as the "buttless wonder", goes eBay-surfing one day and finds this little number. He agrees with everything in the copy (the butt being the most alluring part of the male anatomy [for which see: Rodney] and hell yes he wants to be a "Hollywood Hunk"), and delighted, he orders two. There are some strange looks from the SCG requisitions and shipping officer when they come through the gate, and probably some speculative looks when John turns around to head back to his room, but John really doesn't care.
At first, everything is awesome. He convinces Rodney it's extra running and all the workouts with Ronon and Teyla, although Rodney is initially skeptical. "You'd think being dumped on a hard floor would flatten it," Rodney says, to which John replies that the ass padding is his body's natural defense against injury in the form of broken tailbone. Rodney isn't quite convinced, but the buttless wonder jokes evaporate, and even better, sometimes he trails behind John for a moment and looks. John doesn't know if it's appreciation or frustrated scientific curiosity because Rodney, for the life of him, cannot figure out the secret behind John's newfound callipygy, but he likes it.
Things take their course, with much looking and UST and suffering in silence, but one night everything snaps and John discovers that the downside to getting in Rodney's pants is Rodney getting in his.
Cue awkwardness.
In other news: It's been sort of a sucky two weeks. The dogs were up at an unreasonable hour, barking unreasonably and making me unreasonable in the process. I want to go back to sleeeep.
ETA: Oh oh, and technology recs! I am going to use my tax return to invest in a tablet, I think. I really really achingly want one. Do any of you technological art people know of a good tablet, somewhere in the $250-$300 range? I could maybe go a bit higher, depending on the level of bookbuying extravagance I achieve at Big Conference in a couple weeks.
paintedspires piece :"> It suffered from two false starts, a sinus infection, endless retractions, and in the end its minimalism was mostly a function of "crap, I have to post tomorrow." It's also the first time I've tried to tell a story in under 100 words, and for a person who clings to verbosity, it was... unnerving.2: My brain has taken a beating for the past week, in the form of endless, endless amounts of copiously boring work. Metaphorically, my current task has been described as "mind-numbing," and according to Discovery News (thank you Gmail!), your brain really does go numb, or something like it when you do these sorts of things. Reading two foreign-language texts simultaneously to see how one (which is an extremely, extremely loose translation of the other) departs from the other and then typing out the relevant passages from both (when one requires a whole host of special characters and mysterious keystrokes) is probably the least glamorous part of my very not-glamorous field, and my cortex is feeling every stultifying second of it.
So I am not responsible for what you will read next.
3: In the spirit of the radium-coated tie, another "cool" thing from
vintage_ads that John Sheppard would buy:Yes. John, fed up with Rodney referring to him as the "buttless wonder", goes eBay-surfing one day and finds this little number. He agrees with everything in the copy (the butt being the most alluring part of the male anatomy [for which see: Rodney] and hell yes he wants to be a "Hollywood Hunk"), and delighted, he orders two. There are some strange looks from the SCG requisitions and shipping officer when they come through the gate, and probably some speculative looks when John turns around to head back to his room, but John really doesn't care.
At first, everything is awesome. He convinces Rodney it's extra running and all the workouts with Ronon and Teyla, although Rodney is initially skeptical. "You'd think being dumped on a hard floor would flatten it," Rodney says, to which John replies that the ass padding is his body's natural defense against injury in the form of broken tailbone. Rodney isn't quite convinced, but the buttless wonder jokes evaporate, and even better, sometimes he trails behind John for a moment and looks. John doesn't know if it's appreciation or frustrated scientific curiosity because Rodney, for the life of him, cannot figure out the secret behind John's newfound callipygy, but he likes it.
Things take their course, with much looking and UST and suffering in silence, but one night everything snaps and John discovers that the downside to getting in Rodney's pants is Rodney getting in his.
Cue awkwardness.
In other news: It's been sort of a sucky two weeks. The dogs were up at an unreasonable hour, barking unreasonably and making me unreasonable in the process. I want to go back to sleeeep.
ETA: Oh oh, and technology recs! I am going to use my tax return to invest in a tablet, I think. I really really achingly want one. Do any of you technological art people know of a good tablet, somewhere in the $250-$300 range? I could maybe go a bit higher, depending on the level of bookbuying extravagance I achieve at Big Conference in a couple weeks.