No overdose, yet.

[lyssie]

Watched a lot of SG-1 yesterday.

Spent a lot of the time amused. Did some creative fast-forwarding to alleviate boredom (Hey, Daniel being dragged around by an Unas is only amusing until I'm forced to watch it again.) and watched some opening/closing scenes just to watch them. Sigh.

I am SO sad.

Watched the commentary on Beneath the Surface. And. Dude! Peter Deluise is SUCH a 'shipper. Completely. It's amusing. Have decided that Chris Judge and Ben Browder are NEVER allowed to collaborate on a writing project. EVER. In fact, if they do, people should worry.

(Think about it. The two men.... One wrote 'The Changeling' where SG-1 are firepeople. The other wrote 'John Quixote' where John is stuck inside a game designed by Stark... Do we see the inherent wrongness and fucked-uppedness of anything they wrote together already forming? You'd have to watch the episode ten times to get everything. And it would be like riding a roller coaster whilst high and having sex with a donkey... Ok, not the last bit. It would be fucking good, too, but it would... Yeah. Your brain would never be the same. Ever.)

Ever. Ever. Ever.

David Kemper is ALSO not allowed to co-write with either. And all three together would see the thinking population of Science Fiction fandom collectively implode as their brains stopped working.

It would be fun...

Maybe.

In other news, my feet are cold.

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[gordon-r-d.livejournal.com]

It would be more fun than a barrel of mokeys. Give.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

I could write letters, I suppose. "Dear Mr.'s Kemper, Browder and Judge, Could you please work together and collaborate on a science fiction project that, I know, will collectively fuck over the minds of every living being on this planet? It would be rad and cool. Thank you."