the grass is dead, the roads are brown and the sky has claws...

Man. That plan lasted all of no days. I was going to be good this week and not go to Panera and spend money on wireless and, and... I didn't want to go to work at all this morning. Thus, Captain Jack. Also, he has more mp3s on him.

Sigh. The Sam Carter drabble thingie is going on and I feel no inspiration to have anything to do with it. The first five? six? fics appended to it are by an author I think is crap.

Maria Cline is better than it.

"I have secured the bathroom, there is no threat from enemy submarines!"

Just because that line? Totally goes with my mood.

I came home cranky, hopped in the shower, was still cranky, sat down and perused my flist, and--

kali921 has saved my sanity by posting a massive Nextwave post of awesomeness. It is pure, undiluted crack. Go.