sff: the my playlist is schizophrenic now edition

Lantis: Er, I kind of forgot it was on *blush*

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ficlet: SG: Atlantis, Should Auld Acquaintance be Forgot, episode insert BAMSR

Disclaimer: not mine.
Length: 600+
Set: This is a missing scene from 'Be All My Sins Remembered'. It's actually the one scene I felt cheated of, watching the episode.
Notes: The title is pointless, but amusing. Also, I accidentally named the file 'ballmy-insert'. *snickers madly* (there are two other scenes that should have been in the show, but this was the one that made me snicker, a lot). And now, I shovel snow.
Rating: Oh, yeah. Um, PG for implied possible violence?
Warnings: Women being more awesome than men.

Should Auld Acquaintance be Forgot...
by ALC Punk!
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omgwtf indeed.

wtf brain.

Ok. You want nightmare? This is way more nightmare than, say, Sweeney Todd. I went and napped with Quin, because I was tired and sleepy and I really hope I didn't miss the mailman, BECAUSE I WOULD LIKE MY FUCKING MAIL AFTER A WEEK, YOU LAZY ASSHOLE.

Anyway.

The dream started out ok--

Timey and I and a bunch of us at... DragonCon, maybe. It's the amalgamated hotel I see in my dreams (weird cross of Chicago/Atlanta and St. Louis), and we were all gleeful, but I had to get something from the car and when I came back I ran into--

--that bouncy, nice chick from Burbank, whose name is escaping me, but who I quite liked and she dubbed us the Ladies in Waiting, ya?-- (not MrsMayorOfDogsville)

And we hugged and chatted, and I was like, "Wanna come to my parents and cook dinner for everyone?"

She said g'bye to her friends and went off with me, and on the way, I told her all the little secrets about this con hotel--like where the liquor stores were and the grocery, and the nearby park -- (this hotel and its environs have been in my dreams about cons, before. It's very St. Louis-oriented, now I remember)

And then we went to my parents', which was on the way, or was at the con city, or something, and ... we barbecued out in the back, but the cd player that's in our kitchen, that I have to hit to get the speakers to work was there. And it was night and I needed to do laundry and I put my stuff in and then found that it didn't work and there were BUGS. wtf hi Florida? and then there was some guy I knew--not my brother? I don't think--and he showed up to help me pull laundry back out and then commisreated and then it was near-daylight and.

I found out that my parents' situation is dire and the water was turned off and their plumbing was shot and dad lost his job and, they weren't even in the house, which was weird, but--

Then we all (because everyone else showed up_ piled in the car and took off, but we stopped fast, because we'd left the other chick back at the house and Quin, too (wtf). and then I got stuck turning around, then free and we drove back--

--and she was asleep on a deck chair around the pool my parents now have. And Quin was outside, someone having let her out and the meat was still not cooked on the grill and--

--then I woke up and went "wtf."

And now I go to check the mail. If he hasn't come through, I may sit down there with Captain Jack.

CRANKY.

Dear mailcarrier,

Yes. I understand that snow on our steps means you don't have to give us our mail (despite the snow actually being less slippery than our steps on a damp day). But I shoveled this morning, at nine a.m.. I even shoveled the boys' steps, so you would be able to go up and around and give them their mail, too. I would like my netflix dvds, MY PAYCHECK, and my roommate would like her blockbuster dvds. That's on top of any other mail we should have gotten OVER THE LAST WEEK that you haven't actually delivered.

But you did not deliver. In fact, you left us with nothing.

I apologize for not being down there, in the cold, with my fucking laptop in my lap, so you would HAVE to deliver our mail (or look like a lazy idiot).

Monday, I will be calling the carrier supervisor before I go to work, so that, yes, I can get the mail from the LAST FUCKING WEEK delivered to us.

Be glad I'm on direct deposit, or I'd be far angrier about this.

Unimpressed with your delivery skills,
me.

Neither rain nor snow.... is such utter bullshit.

*blinkblink*

Dude. This is probably really sad, but I only just now noticed SG Ladies Stills had been deleted. wtf?

This is sad. I was just about to embark on porn making icons and prodding the hi-res version of the "This is why I watch Atlantis" desktop, and remembered I hadn't checked on what the newest challenge was. *sulks*

Also. Is it wrong that my playlist just went from Debbie Gibson to Puddle of Mudd? ...and then to U2's Discotheque.

eta: It looks like the mod deleted her journal, in fact. Huh. Freaky.