Does Jack know how to dance? Formal sort of dance, I mean - not getting down on the disco floor (god help us all). I've read fics where he does, and they're not all badfics - okay, the majority were, but not all. He's the same generation as my parents, who took themselves to dance classes at one point, as a sort of... thing that people do. But. I'm still having problems picturing it.

I wonder if the others know how to dance. Are there Jaffa formal dances?

Yoga fic appears to be a Thing, particularly in the LoTR fandom, if the brief glimpse I've seen is anything to go by. Huh. Interesting. Nothing against it, but it's just never occurred to me. I've maybe thought about my characters when I'm doing yoga (turns that's a bad idea when trying to balance, and is no help at all for staying awake in Corpse Pose), but I don't picture them doing it. Perhaps because my brain defaults to Jack, and I think if he tried Lotus, he'd never walk again.

Is it unethical for a vegetarian to eat barbequed kangaroo flavour crisps? The crisps themselves are vegetarian, but presumably someone had to kill and eat some kangaroos in order to determine what the crisps should taste like. But following that path, it's probably unethical to like veggie bacon and ham and chicken and mock duck, too, and I think I might starve to death if cut off from all that. Plus I've just discovered veggie sweet and sour pork balls in my local Chinese restaurant, and omg the real thing was my favourite when I ate meat, and I've not had it or a substitute in about twenty years.

Looking forward to trying out my new swimsuit when I go river swimming this weekend (pending weather). It's sort of 40s style, navy with big white spots, which suits my figure better than sportswear. I want one of those Questionable Content Aerodynamically Curvaceous T-shirts to go on top.

I don't know what people think of my taste in music, but I want to play 'Snow Is Gone' and 'To The Dogs Or Whoever' by Josh Ritter very loudly to everyone I know. I never know about playing folk/country type music, people often hate it with unreasonable passion. I have trouble understanding how anyone could hate Josh Ritter, but apparently he's not to everyone's taste. I once tried to play (the admittedly very long) 'Thin Blue Flame' to A, and when it got to the music outro, which I thought was kind of mind-blowing and crescendo-ish, he started talking, obviously feeling it was pretty much over and he could go and do something else at last. I'm not trying again to open his mind to the experience. His loss.

I need to figure out the end of this damn fic. What does Sara say to Jack when encountering him unexpectedly in another odd - but much less traumatic - situation? Does Jack offer to let her know what's going on, this time (maybe three or four years after Cold Lazarus)? And if so, would she say 'fuck this situation, I want to know what happened with not-Charlie, you bastard'.

NB, I went back to redial_the_gate's Cold Lazarus recap the other day, and someone pointed out in comments that Jack never actually does promise to let Sara know what's going on. He reassures her that he's him, says "I want to hear all about it", and later says that it's not Charlie, and agrees they were great together - and that's it. No promises whatsoever. Sara doesn't ask, either. Perhaps, as a military wife, she wasn't expecting to find out. Perhaps Jack didn't want to make a promise he couldn't be sure to keep (because at this point they were still being discreet about the Stargate).

Okay, I think I've run out of steam for today.