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.7 days, days 2 and 3: not-quite-a-fic, site
Two for the price of one! I got back from the game yesterday and was incoherent with the sun and dehydration. I'm still exhausted, which is not good, considering tomorrow is a day that promises to kick my ass, between teaching, meeting a person for lunch, and desperate not-fannish writing. In a similar vein, please to think good thoughts for me for the next few months... I'm applying for jobs in a truly abysmal market (this is nothing new, it's just extra-abysmal this year THANK YOU ECONOMY), and there are a few I'd love to have. So send good vibes to me/blackmail material to hiring boards.
SEVEN DAYS OF GOOD, HAPPY THINGS
day 01 | a song
day 02 | a picture
day 03 | a book/ebook/fanfic
day 04 | a site
day 05 | a youtube clip
day 06 | a quote
day 07 | whatever tickles your fancy
.day 03: It isn't a fic, precisely, but I was at the football game yesterday and couldn't help but wonder what would happen if my various current fandoms went to the game...
Merlin and Arthur, realizing that "football" in this instance means "American football," would be bored and leave, but not before Merlin enchants some beers and hot dogs away from an untended tailgate tent.
John Sheppard and Seely Booth would be in their element. Booth's a good Catholic boy; he'd probably cheer for a school like Notre Dame or Boston College (or, if he likes Pennsylvania in general, Penn State). John, being a fan of college football in general (but also something of an iconoclast), would probably root for Ohio State, or maybe Southern Cal--but mostly he'd be happy just to be back Earthside in time for one of America's great Saturday traditions: the tailgate and the game. And, of course, the drinking afterwards.
Rodney McKay would view the entire thing as an exercise in discomfort. The seats aggravate his sciatica, the gigantic guy next to him--the gigantic guy who is not Ronon--is oozing sweat and body paint right onto Rodney's unprotected skin. They're also outside in the searing, unrelenting heat, because Sheppard has refused to use his connections to get them seats in the (air-conditioned) press box. About the only redeeming feature of the entire experience is the tailgating, and that... Rodney has to admit that is a pretty significant redeeming feature.
Dean Winchester would agree with Rodney, and he'd be awesome at cadging food from various tents and campers. He prefers baseball, but if the stadium's haunted, he'd be okay with sneaking in with Sam and, in between making sure the poltergeist doesn't shake down the stadium, catch a couple plays. Meanwhile, Castiel would be quietly agape at the gigantic guy with a wide pale streak of unpainted skin who's running around and waving a gigantic foam finger.
It's a learning experience, Dean would say, and Castiel would wonder exactly what he was supposed to be learning.
Temperance Brennan would wonder the same thing, but only for about .05 seconds, because a football game can be quite fascinating, anthropologically speaking. Fortunately, she's intelligent enough to dissect the particulars of the scene, listen to Booth explain the arcane systems of rules governing "off-sides" and "pass interference," and decide that the man sitting next to her, the one in the trench coat and suit, is more socially awkward than she is.
A football game would also be a learning experience for Teyla and Ronon. Ronon would tell John it reminds him of an especially sissy version of hin amtal, in which teams try to move a ball up and down the field, only there are swords involved, and no padding. (Ronon scoffs in the face of head injuries.) Teyla, of course, has been exposed to college football before, so she knows all the rules and would impart them to Ronon, who'd mutter about what's the point in playing if you aren't risking getting maimed. The guy in front of him, the one who is doing a terrible job of concealing the various weapons on his person, would turn around and agree with him, then turn back and say, "Hey, Cas, I gotta tell you about cheerleaders."
When the team she's cheering for scores a touchdown, Angela would elbow Ronon in the side--hard--and turn to smile at him, apologize, and look him up and down.
Sweets would watch Brennan and Booth, and watch the spiky-haired guy offer his friend a hot dog and a leer, and the guy in the trench coat being steadfastly disinterested in the cheerleaders. And then he'd wave his foam finger at appropriate moments.
.day 04: The site in question is 101cookbooks! Why? Because it has two of the three recipes I use most often in my cooking of things: fast tomato sauce and pizza dough. (The third is the most addictive cookies on earth at King Arthur.) Also, even though I can't make a lot of Heidi's recipes verbatim--I just don't have access to an awesome San Francisco farmer's market or posh organic/whole foods stores--they're really adaptable, and om nom so tasty.
SEVEN DAYS OF GOOD, HAPPY THINGS
day 01 | a song
day 02 | a picture
day 03 | a book/ebook/fanfic
day 04 | a site
day 05 | a youtube clip
day 06 | a quote
day 07 | whatever tickles your fancy
.day 03: It isn't a fic, precisely, but I was at the football game yesterday and couldn't help but wonder what would happen if my various current fandoms went to the game...
Merlin and Arthur, realizing that "football" in this instance means "American football," would be bored and leave, but not before Merlin enchants some beers and hot dogs away from an untended tailgate tent.
John Sheppard and Seely Booth would be in their element. Booth's a good Catholic boy; he'd probably cheer for a school like Notre Dame or Boston College (or, if he likes Pennsylvania in general, Penn State). John, being a fan of college football in general (but also something of an iconoclast), would probably root for Ohio State, or maybe Southern Cal--but mostly he'd be happy just to be back Earthside in time for one of America's great Saturday traditions: the tailgate and the game. And, of course, the drinking afterwards.
Rodney McKay would view the entire thing as an exercise in discomfort. The seats aggravate his sciatica, the gigantic guy next to him--the gigantic guy who is not Ronon--is oozing sweat and body paint right onto Rodney's unprotected skin. They're also outside in the searing, unrelenting heat, because Sheppard has refused to use his connections to get them seats in the (air-conditioned) press box. About the only redeeming feature of the entire experience is the tailgating, and that... Rodney has to admit that is a pretty significant redeeming feature.
Dean Winchester would agree with Rodney, and he'd be awesome at cadging food from various tents and campers. He prefers baseball, but if the stadium's haunted, he'd be okay with sneaking in with Sam and, in between making sure the poltergeist doesn't shake down the stadium, catch a couple plays. Meanwhile, Castiel would be quietly agape at the gigantic guy with a wide pale streak of unpainted skin who's running around and waving a gigantic foam finger.
It's a learning experience, Dean would say, and Castiel would wonder exactly what he was supposed to be learning.
Temperance Brennan would wonder the same thing, but only for about .05 seconds, because a football game can be quite fascinating, anthropologically speaking. Fortunately, she's intelligent enough to dissect the particulars of the scene, listen to Booth explain the arcane systems of rules governing "off-sides" and "pass interference," and decide that the man sitting next to her, the one in the trench coat and suit, is more socially awkward than she is.
A football game would also be a learning experience for Teyla and Ronon. Ronon would tell John it reminds him of an especially sissy version of hin amtal, in which teams try to move a ball up and down the field, only there are swords involved, and no padding. (Ronon scoffs in the face of head injuries.) Teyla, of course, has been exposed to college football before, so she knows all the rules and would impart them to Ronon, who'd mutter about what's the point in playing if you aren't risking getting maimed. The guy in front of him, the one who is doing a terrible job of concealing the various weapons on his person, would turn around and agree with him, then turn back and say, "Hey, Cas, I gotta tell you about cheerleaders."
When the team she's cheering for scores a touchdown, Angela would elbow Ronon in the side--hard--and turn to smile at him, apologize, and look him up and down.
Sweets would watch Brennan and Booth, and watch the spiky-haired guy offer his friend a hot dog and a leer, and the guy in the trench coat being steadfastly disinterested in the cheerleaders. And then he'd wave his foam finger at appropriate moments.
.day 04: The site in question is 101cookbooks! Why? Because it has two of the three recipes I use most often in my cooking of things: fast tomato sauce and pizza dough. (The third is the most addictive cookies on earth at King Arthur.) Also, even though I can't make a lot of Heidi's recipes verbatim--I just don't have access to an awesome San Francisco farmer's market or posh organic/whole foods stores--they're really adaptable, and om nom so tasty.