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it's done! it's done!

Now I just need to go to bed, and edit it tomorrow evening. When I'm actually awake and not staring vacantly.


Besides. I crashed WordPerfect with it.

Hrm.

(erm. the sg-1/farscape crossover. that is sappy and silly and over the top, but still amusing)

dfgsljg

I had strange dreams this morning. Snowgrouse and Williqueen were printing out icons... And arguing jpg vs gif. Gif, apparently, print out cleaner.

My subconscious is strange.

In other news, I paid rent.

And this days sucks. Already.

121 emails.

thank god L is not up here.

hahahah... sigh...

Fic. Two of 'em, even... Neither got more than me glancing at them. I didn't even stick 'em in Word for spelling...

Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: R. ish. Set: s8, spoilers, etc. Pairing: Sam/Jack.
Notes: Liked the title, needed something to put with it. This appeared.

Theory of Flight
by Ana Lyssie Cotton

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Disclaimer: Not mine. Set: s7, during Fragile Balance. Rating: PG.
Notes: This has... probably at least been addressed, although I don't know if these exact words have been used. This would be Nos' fault for posting a link to a rather irritating essay. And then Timey's, 'cause Timey and I were talking about how stupid it was... And, I should also write the AU bit where Sam gets to fly the X-302 in the pilot's chair. *grumble*

Punctured
by Ana Lyssie Cotton
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Well, that was SO productive.

Really. I just spent an hour being told how to use our new printer/copier/fax/modem/orgasm machines.

I took looots of notes. I probably looked pretty pathetic.

I now have four handwritten pages of sgwun fic complete with references to Pete, Fifth, and lots of gratuitous Jonas and snark. Teal'c isn't in it merely because he is off having lots of hot sex with Ishta.

Oh, it actually needs some work, like some description and stuff.

And I need to blow up some jaffa. But otherwise, it's a damn fine piece of shippy angst....

Although at the top of the page is my note of aggravation. "ARRRG! An hour without Liz! I may die. Ded."

I should put more Siler in my stories...

Am home.

Go me.

Also have two little notes that never made it to lj earlier, when I was being all co-dependant at Liz.

shit. I just said "I know the whole being porned thing" instead of "poor" to J. Luckily, she missed it. You people are a bad influence on me!!!
*giggles* Ad dept has something called 'grassanova'. Or something like that. They keep saying it, and I keep muttering "Stupid Gryzanova."

And in a few minutes, I will crack down on the crossover from hell. And, y'know, actually get it edited.

dude.

So. Being forced to watch Joan of Arcadia... And mini!Jack is there. And he's all googly at this blonde chick! And so, my brain has decided that they are mini!OTP in DISGUISE. Because they wanted a 'normal' life.

Please. It's the only way to make this bearable. (along with Timey's headphones and cd player).

I present, to you....

Lost in Space (A Cliche in Five Parts), Stargate: SG-1 meets Farscape, and no spoilers are barred. Or spared. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2078712/1/

It's sappy and silly and shippy and over the top. And it's damned DONE.

ficrec

Everyone needs to go read this: http://www.livejournal.com/users/nostalgia_lj/595312.html?#cutid1

'Lantis porn. Not Shep/Weir.

eta: is friendslocked. *eyes nos'* How'm I supposed to pimp things?