Hey there. Internet exploding much?

FYI, I can always be found here. I'm going to try and move back, I think, because I still prefer this format above all others - it just depends on whether I have people to talk to, because lbr that's why I'm on any form of social media.

...shit, I am going to need a Photobucket replacement...

o halp

Sir Guy's Diary.

wat am i doing?

Have I written 90% of the first season already? Yes, yes, I have.

At some point in the past I decided that my MP3s would have any additional artists listed in the song title rather than the artist name. This was so they'd all be filed nice and neatly in the same album folder under one artist, rather than separately, under each combination of artists. Yes, yes, I should be less OCD, I know. BUT ANYWAY. It's made for some rather... peculiar song titles:

It's Only Love (with Tina Turner)
He Moved Through The Fair (with Sinéad O'Connor)
My Dark Life (with Brian Eno)
Let's Make Love (with Tim McGraw)
How Do You Feel About Fooling Around (with Willie Nelson)
Breakfast In Bed (with UB40)
Back Together Again (with Donny Hathaway)
It Takes Two (with Rod Stewart)
If I Ever Get Lucky (with Merle Haggard & Ray Price)

...

Two Mac episodes in a row which begin with his car breaking down. Mac, sweetheart, darling, snookums, I know your beloved grandpa left it to you, and it's a pretty awesome shade of turquoise that matches that hideous shirt you seem to love, but maybe you should buy a vehicle built after 1955? Don't give me that crap about aliens being responsible for the second breakdown, the X-Files won't come out for another three years. Besides which, the front end might be pretty, but from the back it looks like you should have five bratty kids and a dog.

'Bitter Harvest' is the run-of-the-mill plotline as mentioned previously (Wealthy Evil doing down Virtuous Poor, etc etc). I know I was wishing for that, but it's... very unexciting. Mac just can't help getting involved, can he? All part of his charm.

( Cut for spoilers (and because I just think it looks tidier). )

ETA: RDA enthusing about French Impressionist painters. *swoons*

Writing Sam POV often means I need to go in search of some proper scientific words for things, which is a bit frustrating when I find it hard enough to remember ordinary words - when called upon to verbalise 'fridge', for example, my brain is likely to seize up and go, "Um, that thing, large, white, keeps stuff cool, sits in the kitchen... You know. The thing." This is why I prefer to write rather than speak, because at least with writing I can stop and think about it without people getting impatient and completing my sentences with entirely the wrong words.

But I digress.

What I mean to say is, I have a new favourite scientific phrase (just ousting Quantum foam), which I intend to wedge into a fic if I possibly can: the Airy wave theory, so called because it was first published by George Biddell Airy, and it's about waves.

Awesome.

I still haven't found what I'm looking for, though. What do you call the something-or-other just before a moving object? The... air displacement, water displacement, the warning shivers before a full earthquake, the tiny sliver of air pushed out in front of a car or a plane, the crinkles on the surface of a blob of jam when you push it with a finger to test if it's set and you can stop boiling it...

You know. The thing.

Note to self: P-90 and P45, very different things. Not interchangeable in conversation (or otherwise).

It's just lucky no one listens to me. :)

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Hi. I'm not around much at the moment - not bad stuff, just general BUSY. And I'm thinking I should stop looking at DW during work hours, anyway (paranoia strikes). But I am still here and reading, and hopefully life is going to settle down in a few days and let me get back to the normal posting. I have a lot more scifi grammar to talk about, and a few stories brewing...

Just took a phone message and emailed it to someone. I felt that there was something subtly wrong with it, but couldn't put my finger on it until I got a 'thanks!' back, and re-read what I'd written: "Unas called..."

Dammit, Stargate! Not now, I'm working.

Aeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeergh. I've got myself into one of those Catch-22 situations where I've been trying to think of the perfect name for a character for so long that now no name is going to be perfect. I thought I knew better than this!

In fact, it's SG-1's fault: they're the ones who've been debating it in my head for the past week or so, and whilst it's amusing, it's also counterproductive. All they're doing now is finding reasons to shoot down one another's suggestions. Damn them. Why I ever hoped they might all agree on one name, I don't know.

She's going to damn well be called X, or I'll never finish this fic in time.